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</div>Ronald Collins had enlisted into the army the moment that he could. It wasn't as if his grades were the exemplary; quite frankly, he was a bad academic student. Ronald had done well in athletics and physical education, but he had only barely scraped by in B's with the help of his stalwart tutor, Hyacinth Brooke. In school he hadn't placed much thought in his future after. So, when he graduated, he went into the field that his father and all of the other patriarchs of the Collins family went into; millitary. As an only child, it was Ronald's job to continue on the family tradition of supplying the United States of America with fine military men.<br/><br/>Life in the millitary could get real lonely. With a tiny female population in the army, it was no surprise that there were some love affairs between men. Some might claim to be straight to their family at home, but who could reject a willing warm body with a hot hole to bury a cock in? Nights could get cold without an ounce of human affection, and warm moments with a woman were few and far in between. So, plenty resorted to their brothers-in-arms as solutions; some even preferred them. Over the years Ronald would share his bed with many a partner, nights spent with twisting beneath the sheets and stifled moans. The trysts had always been purely physical, because he had something better waiting at home for him.<br/><br/>At home, Ronald had his high school sweetheart waiting for him, oblivious to the trysts he had when he was deployed away from home. Hyacinth, his stalwart tutor, constantly nagging him to complete his homework and hand it in, had fallen in love with him over the years. She was a smart woman with a killer body. Luscious, brunette locks and hips wider than tanks, it was a miracle that she had decided to stay with a blockhead like him. Hyacinth had the pick of the litter and could've gone with whatever man she wished, but she had stuck with him, and waited faithfully at home for him to come back. So on a long summer vacation home, he made Hyacinth his June bride. They had gotten married in a quiet ceremony, witnessed by their families and a few close friends.<br/><br/>It was no surprise that three years later, Ronald would find out on a visit home that Hyacinth was pregnant. But as luck had it, he would be given a surprise assignment halfway through the pregnancy. Against his own wishes, he was deployed to Afghanistan. Hyacinth had told him that if he didn't come home for the delivery, she would have all rights to naming their child, and would name him something outlandish if her husband wasn't present. To placate his wife he promised that he would be home in time for the delivery. But Ronald hadn't even been around for a call home when Hyacinth went into labor, giving birth to a healthy baby boy.<br/><br/>True to her word, Hyacinth got to name her newborn son, and she named him Chrysalis. Years she had spent waiting for her dear husband, only to be left in the hospital alone because her of her husband's choice of career. In part, Chrysalis was named so as a testament to how Hyacinth was allowed her own choices in their marriage. She knew that her husband was a rather traditional type of man, and would disapprove of the name that she gave their son. Of course, if they had any more children, it served as an incentive for him to come home and be part of the naming process.<br/><br/>Chrysalis Henry Collins would later shorten his name to just Chrys, occasionally Sal when he felt like it. Growing up, he was mostly happy, a little lonely being an only child at times but he was still quite happy. His mother Hyacinth had tried her best to raise Chrys alone, because although she was married in name she was a single mother in actuality. Chrys never wanted for anything and his life didn't have any financial stress heaved onto it, but sometimes his domestic situation wasn't the finest.<br/><br/>Hyacinth's resentment for her husband grew with the time they spent apart, and at times she expressed her frustrations to her son. On the days where she expected calls home and didn't get any, she sat by their home phone lonesome, waiting with a melancholic expression on her face for a phone call that would never come. A slight perpetual frown on her face, eyebrows knit with worry at why she wasn't receiving her call. Chrys knew in part how she felt. Though he never had a lack of masculine role models in his life, because his uncles on his mother's side filled the roles for him, Chrys had always felt like he was missing some vital part of his life. The times where his father was home, he had always tried to play with Chrys, but even then it wasn't fulfilling. He wanted more in their relationship than the special occasions where he was home. Like his mother, he began to resent his father for always leaving.<br/><br/>When his mother confessed to his father that she was pregnant once again, when Chrys was sixteen, things started looking up. At the time his father had been on leave. For once in Chrys' life he expected his father to be home, instead of on a battlefield. They got to spend more time together, and this time his father was around for the birth of his first daughter. His father got his say in the name of his daughter - the name of Chrys' sister would be Elizabeth, named after a warship. Eventually after a year his father was sent back overseas. But, instead of mimicking his mother's reaction of resentment, he willingly bid farewell.<br/><br/>Chrys had always believed that the relationship with his father could only get better. But he was proven wrong four years later, when he was twenty-one. His mother had just told his father that she was pregnant, yet again, with their third child, he broke down and began crying. Then he confessed. How, during his thirty-two years in the army, he had cheated on his mother countless times. As his mother began crying, Chrys punched his father in the jaw. Then he had gotten punched back. Without any more cause he left his house, in tow with a large bag of his belongings, with only one thing to say to his father. "I'm coming back when you can be a fucking dad. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a fucking sperm donor."<br/><br/>It had been a month since his father's confession, and Chrys was still staying at his friend's house. He had no intention of returning home anytime soon.