Judas kiss

"I knew you would eventually look for me, my love." Garreth said proudly.

"Jake, don't you dare call me that, I am married." Marcela said giving him a death glare 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 him completely startling Marcela.

"Jake, what do you want from my daughter?" Marcela exhaled.

"Is it a crime that I want to get to know our daughter?" He said slowly emphasizing on the word 'our'. Marcela had put on her big girl panties and decided it was time to confront the father of her daughter. She knew Della 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 Marcela 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 Marcela's heart, it was soon replaced with bitterness. "I loved you Marcela." Garreth said softly with a ease, the room fell silent; of all the things Marcela had thought about on her way here, this wasn't one of them. "Then why did you leave?" Marcela 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 shaky laugh. "I was only sixteen." Marcela defended herself.

"That's no excuse." He whispered uneasily.

"I was scared, scared because then I was pregnant with a monsters child." She spat the last words.

"Marcela, I was only ten when I murdered someone. I didn't mean to-" His voice broke becoming 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 be completely 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."?Marcela looked at Garreth whispering to himself continuously, suddenly he was okay. His breathing was now normal.

"Are you okay?" Marcela said looking at him.

"I'M A GOOD BOY, OKAY!" Garreth yelled almost giving Marcela 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 glass across the room the shattering sound made Marcela shudder with fear. She immediately calculated 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. Á 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.

"Yes, I'm right here, you big boy!" Spencer chuckled trying to calm Garreth down. Marcela was shocked at this interaction.

"Marcela, 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, Marcela isn't Garreth a good boy?" Spencer raised his head glaring a Marcela not to say otherwise and she nodded.

"Yeah, yes yes of course you are a good boy Jake." Marcela 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." Marcela scoffed.

"Just don't come here anymore, he hasn't been like this in years and you just triggered it." Spencer said rubbing circles on Garreth's back. Garreth laid on the white leather couch like a child, he closed his eyes. Before Marcela 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 black hair.

"Marcela, 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 Marcela. 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 Della think I'm a good boy?" He asked. Spencer had handed him his cubic circle to keep him busy until Mrs. Martin's arrived.

"Della 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 becoming 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 plastered with his face, all he wanted was to be called a good boy.000