Person of Interest – Amelia Bennard

Like last week I’m presenting a villain.  This villain is much more sympathetic than the last.  I’d love to see stories based on this.  If you do give a link and I’ll share with everyone in my next Person.

Name:  Amelia Bennard

Age; 75

Appearance: Amelia is 5’0” even.  Her silver hair is shoulder-length and heavily permed. She prefers to wear pink frilly dresses at home but wears jeans and fluffy pink sweaters.

Background:  Amelia grew up knowing she should be a mother.  She loved babies and babysat several when she was old enough.  Her parents, her church, and society pushed in a direction she wanted more than everything.

Amelia met her husband Ron while doing secretarial work for his firm.  He flattered her by complimenting her body, commenting on her breasts mostly.  He also grabbed her butt every chance he could. As far as she was concerned he was the perfect man.  

They dated a few times before he asked Amelia’s father for his blessing which he happily did.  They married next July and immediately Amelia was trying for children. While not as keen on it as she was he certainly put a lot of effort into it.

After 10 years with no baby she went to the doctors and got evaluated, but they found nothing wrong with her.  They asked for a sample of her husband’s semen so she did, collecting it without him realizing what she was doing.  She brought in the sample and he was found to be sterile.

Amelia was devastated that she would never have children.  She passed a bar, fairly high class, and had a thought. So she went in and seduced a half drunk businessman.  This continued until Amelia finally got a positive. She would have a baby!

The baby was born a healthy baby girl, but there was one problem.  Her father and mother had dark hair and she was a strawberry blonde.  Her features were different from either of them. After a few years, Ron realized it wasn’t his and left, calling her a whore.  It didn’t matter, she had her baby.

Babies grow up and Amelia’s was no exception.  She was a thin, active girl who loved inviting friends over and hanging out in her room. Amelia was annoyed with the noise they made.  Finally, the day came that destroyed her life. Her daughter came home and told her she was gay.

If she didn’t like boys Amelia would have no grandchildren.  Amelia asked about kids and her daughter said they weren’t having any anyway.  Desperately, Amelia sent man after man to date her, hoping each would be the one to fix her.  It didn’t work and her daughter was sexually assaulted.

Her daughter went to Amelia’s home screaming that she was pathetic and how it was her fault the sexual assault happened.  Amelia tried to apologize but her daughter held up a hand and said she was leaving and moving to another state.  Amelia was crushed.

She began taking walks to the park, just to watch the children play.  Many of them wore ratty clothes and often their parents would ignore them.  One day she went to find a hungry child screaming at the feet of her drugged out parents.  Unable to stand it, she told the girl she was granny Amelia and they went and got a burger and ice cream.  The druggie parents never knew their daughter was gone.

Amelia began doing little favors for all the kids in the park.  Everyone knew granny Amelia, except the parents. She reveled in it for several months but realized the children would be going home to be tortured by their parents.

She finally couldn’t stand it and got a reverse mortgage on her home to buy a large warehouse.   She filled it with children’s beds, toys, heaters, air conditioners and homeschooling books. Completing her project, Amelia smiled.  She would rescue all the children and bring them to her secret paradise and granny Amelia would take care of all of them, starting tomorrow.

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