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.

sixteen." Marcela defended

no excuse."

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

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

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

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

?" Marcela said looking

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

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.

are a good boy and good boys don't throw things across the room." The

you ?" Garreth said softly grasping

Spencer chuckled trying to calm Garreth

doesn't think I'm a good boy. Spence have I not been a good boy ?" He mumbled sounding broken, he was

course you are a good boy, Marcela isn't Garreth a good boy?" Spencer raised his head glaring a Marcela

a

if you didn't call him

his birth

you just triggered it." Spencer said rubbing circles

out anything, Spencer pulled out his phone.

is usual

Mrs. Martin's had private sessions with him