chapter 26 -- Good boys.
"I knew you would eventually look for me, my love." Garreth said proudly.
"Jake, don''t you dare call me that, I am married." Marc said giving him a death re and he only
smirked.
"It''s Garreth actually." He gave her an un-amused look.
"You will always be Jake White the murder, that will never go away." She yelled throwing her hands in
all directions out of frustration.
"SHUT UP MARCELA." He banged on the mahogany table in front of himpletely startling Marc.
"Jake, what do you want from my daughter?" Marc exhaled.
"Is it a crime that I want to get to know our daughter?" He said slowly emphasizing on the word ''our''.
Marc had put on her big girl panties and decided it was time to confront the father of her daughter.
She knew De would be naive and easily fall for his trap just like she did a few years back.
"It is because..." She paused. "You are always up to something." She frowned.
"I would offer you something to drink but you seem like you won''t be staying long." Garreth said gently.
The way he said it made Marc calm, it felt like the Jake she once knew...?once upon a time.
"You know, I always have a motive but I never had one when it came to you. All I wanted was to make
you happy, in fact I was willing to change for you. Be a good boyfriend, fiance, husband someday."
Garreth sighed reminiscing. As much as that warmed Marc''s heart, it was soon reced with
bitterness. "I loved you Marc." Garreth said softly with a ease, the room fell silent ; of all the things
Marc had thought about on her way here, this wasn''t one of them.
"Then why did you leave?" Marc reproached.
"You called me Jake White the Murder. You called me an imposter. You called me a liar. You were
scared of me. I had just confessed to you something no one was ever suppose to know but you
immediately judged me when I did." He let out a shakyugh.
"I was only sixteen." Marc defended herself.
"That''s no excuse." He whispered uneasily.
"I was scared, scared because then I was pregnant with a monsters child." She spat thest words.
"Marc, I was only ten when I murdered someone. I didn''t mean to-" His voice broke bing shaky.
"I know this is no excuse but I was constantly bullied, every single day of school was hell. I hated it. I
didn''t know why i had been the odd one out but that day, that day-" He sighed. "Anger took over me
and I had always been a quiet child, that day I stabbed him continuously in the boy`s washroom after
he had provoked me. It only dawned to me what I had done when there was blood all over the tiled
floors, the mirror the washroom stools, blood on my hands-" Garreth hadn''t talked about this incident in
years. It made him very emotional. He suddenly became the ten year old boy, the monster child of
Manchester."
"I moved here, I met you, it was my second chance. I could start over, i did. I thought we were at a
stage where by I could bepletely honest with you but you betrayed. You looked at me like I was a
monster, you looked at me just the way every else had during my trial. You don''t know how it felt, to
know that I had taken someone''s life and I could never take it back. I stayed in Juvenile for three years
until I was found not guilty. THREE YEARS OF FOUR HOUR THERAPY SESSIONS DAILY. THREE
YEARS OF ISOLATION. THREE YEARS, MARCELA. THREE YEARS." He looked down at the white
rug. His hands in a fist. He breathed heavily, almost as if he was having a panic attacked.
"He deserved it,?I''m?not a murderer, I''m a good?boy.?I''m?not? a murderer,?I''m?a good boy.?I''m?not a
murderer, I''m a good boy.?I''m?not a murderer,?I''m?a good boy."?Marc looked at Garreth whispering
to himself continuously, suddenly he was okay. His breathing was now normal.
"Are you okay ?" Marc said looking at him.
"I''M A GOOD BOY, OKAY !" Garreth yelled almost giving Marc a heart attack. These were the words
his psychologist used to make me repeat daily for hours when he was in Juvenile, it somehow calmed
him. He was suddenly that ten year old boy and not a forty-five year old man.
"I''M A GOOD BOY, I WAS A GOOD BOY AND YOU DIDN''T WANT ME MARCELA AFTER I HAD
BEEN A GOOD BOY." He yelled throwing a ss across the room the shattering sound made Marc
shudder with fear. She immediately calcted how many steps she would need to take to the door but
she didn''t want to make him even more aggravated that was until the door flipped open. A young man
with blonde locks and multiple tattoes walked in fully alert of what state Garreth was in.
"Garreth, you are a good boy and good boys don''t throw things across the room." The young man said
softly holding Garreth''s hands.
"Spence Spencer Spencer, is that you ?" Garreth said softly grasping Spencer''s hands.
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"Yes, I''m right here, you big boy !" Spencer chuckled trying to calm Garreth down. Marc was
shocked at this interaction.
"Marc, doesn''t think I''m a good boy. Spence have I not been a good boy ?" He mumbled sounding
broken, he was in such a vulnerable state.
"Of course you are a good boy, Marc isn''t Garreth a good boy?" Spencer raised his head ring a
Marc not to say otherwise and she nodded.
"Yeah, yes yes of course you are a good boy Jake." Marc said in panic mode.
"I would appreciate if you didn''t call him that, please." Spencer said through gritted teeth.
"Oh but that''s his birth name." Marc scoffed.
"Just don''te here anymore, he hasn''t been like this in years and you just triggered it." Spencer said
rubbing circles on Garreth''s back. Garrethid on the white leather couch like a child, he closed his
eyes.
Before Marc could word out anything, Spencer pulled out his phone. "Good day, I would like to book
an appointment."
"Yes, he is usual patient." Spencer said.
"I would appreciate it if Mrs. Martin''s had private sessions with him in his home as per usual."
"Thank you, good bye." He added.
"Garreth, did you take your pills like a good boy?" Spencer asked.
"Yes, Spence I took my pills like a good boy. I''m a good boy." Garreth said like a child snuggling into
Spencer''s embrace.
"Good boy." Spencer ruffled his wavy ck hair.
"Marc, why are you still here?" Spencer questioned at the woman who was still standing at the
corner of the room astound.
"Oh, Uhm uh I will- good bye." She stuttered then strutted her way out of the room.
"Spencer, I don''t like Marc. You should make her go away but I love her." Garreth sighed.
"Good boys don''t do that."
"NO, I''M A GOOD BOY." He shook his head.
"Does De think I''m a good boy?" He asked. Spencer had handed him his cubic circle to keep him
busy until Mrs. Martin''s arrived.
"De thinks you are amazing, you should see how her face lights up whenever she talks about you."
Spencer smiled thinking about her.
"No, i don''t care about amazing, does she think I''m a good boy ?" He said bing aggressive.
"Yes, she thinks you are a good boy." He said making Garreth nod approvingly. Good boy had a huge
impact in his life when all the people called him monster child when all the news papers were stered
with his face, all he wanted was to be called a good boy.