Generation 3, Chapter 5

Attention: This chapter is kinda dark, since it takes place at night. It might be hard to make out the pictures unless read in a dark environment XD
NSFW, too. Otherwise, enjoy. <3


    Gareth’s POV     


I haven’t talked to Gibson in a little over a week. I’ve been going out a lot to try and avoid him and he’s been working more to stay out of the house to avoid me. But I don’t know what he wants me to do. He complains all the time about pointless shit that no one should care about, yet I’m constantly being yelled at for those pointless things. He cares too much about appearances and first impressions, changing himself to fit every situation like a shape-shifter and he expects me to be able to do that same. Pah! Yeah, right.. How could I control myself around Bahiti’s friend? She was so cute and I couldn’t help that she gave me seductive looks before I gave her any. I also can’t believe that he had the balls to say that I still act like a high schooler. I sure as hell don’t, I’m way more experienced now than when I was in high school.. In my opinion, I was worse back then compared to now. We both were..

Whatever.. Fuck him.. He’s the only person that’s able to get so under my skin and it’s almost impossible to get this anger out of me, but I always have a solution for situations like this; just get my mind off of it and do something I love. Better yet, something he would disapprove of. 


I haven’t been able to forget the smell of her perfume since I ‘accidentally’ bumped into her when I had walked into the bar. She came with no one, I’ve been watching her ever since I first saw her at the Spring Festival a few days ago, picking flowers by herself and smelling them, savoring every sweet scented pollen that entered her tiny nostrils. She enjoyed the finer things in life, that I could tell without a doubt and she actually did take time to ‘stop and smell the roses’. I even noticed the slight twitch in the left corner of her mouth she did unknowingly when she genuinely enjoyed something, yet didn’t want to draw attention to herself so she tried to hide it. But.. Oh, she grabbed my attention the moment I saw her. She was a real beauty.


Her eyes were so bright and full of life, a beautiful shade of green. Making eye contact with her when I had bumped into her was fun, seeing her face in shock and I put on a charming smile, apologizing politely and I had caught her attention from that moment forth. The anticipation of knowing how she was in bed ate at me more than I thought it would. I noticed the early-bird creases on the edge of her mid-20 eyes every time she smiled even the slightest and it told me she smiled often throughout her life. She was a happy, pretty young woman. Perfect for me. 


She’s been sitting at the bar for about twenty minutes, already being approached on two different occasions by men asking to buy her a drink, but she politely told that she was waiting for someone and they left her alone. I was the only one in the whole bar who knew she was lying. After those men left, I’d notice out of the corner of my eye her looking my way and then back to the bar, I could tell she wanted me to be the next one to approach her, but I didn’t move. Within the passed few days of watching her, I could tell she didn’t have many friends and her relatives most likely didn’t live around here, giving me reason to believe that she just came for a quick drink and was going to be on her way soon.. Alone.


A waitress came by and asked if I wanted to order anything, but I only bought a beer which I didn’t plan on finishing so it wouldn’t cause suspicion. I wanted to avoid loitering, especially when I was in the mood to chase and my prey was so close to being in my grasp I could even guess the flavor of her skin that I knew I’d taste later. I occupied myself by browsing through my phone, occasionally glancing up to see the angel I had chosen still sitting on the bar stool, taking her time finishing her drink as she watched the television, though I knew she wasn’t paying attention to it. I wondered why she even came here.. I learned she wasn’t much for sports, nor did she watch television that often. She enjoyed keeping her tiny house clean and pristine and she liked to read with a cup of tea to sip on next to her on a small coffee table in front of her white sofa. I’ve had fun watching her, it kept me occupied and my mind went to Gibson less and less the more I observed. But, tonight would be different, I’d actually let out all of my frustrations on her and it was going to be nothing less than a glorious ending.


When I noticed her drink was almost empty, only needing one more swallow until it was all gone, I put my phone away and took another quick sip of my half empty beer. The bartender asked if she wanted another, but she politely shook her head ‘no’ and paid her low tab. I stood from my chair as she was leaving, watching her in my peripherals as I went to the bar and put my beer on the counter, paying my tab as well and bidding the bartender a good night. Fiddling around in my pocket, my fingertips played with a lighter and my pack of smokes as I casually made my way out of the bar. 


Pulling the pack out and removing a cigarette to place between my lips, I glanced from the corner of my eye and noticed the young woman leaning against the wall of the bar, going through the contacts of her phone and I listened in on her conversation, “Yeah, hi.. I need a cab,” she began, listening to her soft, sweet voice as she talked and I smirked a little, lighting my cigarette and I could see I had gotten her attention just from that action alone, seeing her look to me out of my peripherals. “Oh, uhm.. Sorry.. My name’s Katherine and I’m on Silver St. at the, uhm..”


“Steele Bar,” I answered for her, glancing over at her with a tiny smirk and she gave one in return.

“Steele Bar,” she repeated my words into the phone, “Thanks,” she said softly towards me and I nodded, looking back forward and continuing to smoke my cigarette. “What?! Thirty minute wait? Ugh.. Yeah, yeah.. That’s fine, only very inconvenient,” she complained to the cab service, finishing up the conversation and hanging up.


A few long seconds passed and I continued to ignore her, looking towards the street and watching cars pass, looking up at the stars, spacing out in general. It was a fun game to play, but only if you had the right girl to play it with. Ignoring her completely seemed to be working, I could see her glancing towards me quite a bit as I faced forward. I loved waiting to see how long it took for them to strike up a conversation instead of me doing it, the sooner they spoke up, the more desperate to be noticed they were. This girl didn’t seem too desperate, but she caved at about thirty seconds of silence. “Hey, would you mind if I took a drag of that?” She wondered.


I looked over towards her and back to my cigarette between my lips, taking it with my fingers and blowing smoke out of my mouth and nose, “Do you just want your own? I have more,” I replied.

“No, I don’t want a whole one, I only smoke occasionally,” she answered and I shrugged, handing it off to her and she stepped closer so she could accept it.


I watched with anxiousness as she put my cigarette to her plump lips and breathed in, watching her then pull it away from her mouth and exhale the smoke smoothly. Watching a woman smoke was one of the sexiest things I thought they could do, especially when using my own cigarette,”Mmmm.. I haven’t had a smoke in about a week, I shouldn’t be doing this since I’ve been trying to quit altogether, but it’s just so tasty. Tempting, too, whenever I see someone else doing it,” she continued, looking up at me with smiling eyes as she took another drag and I couldn’t help but watch her lips once more. She was flirting, that much was obvious, and I loved it. There was something unique about her, something that made my heart race and my body hot.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear, your name is Katherine, yes..? I’m Gareth,” I made introductions and she smiled.

“It’s nice to meet you, Gareth,” she replied. I liked how she said my name, although she said it correctly, there was a certain way that she pronounced it that flowed so nicely off of her tongue.


“Likewise,” I replied, “So, do you live here in Lucky Palms?” I asked, acting as if I didn’t already know the answer.

“Yeah, about a fifteen minute drive from here.. I felt like walking a lot today, but since I sat down at the bar, I realized how tired I was and I don’t want to walk all the way home now,” she replied, letting out a tiny giggle that made me smirk, “But I called the cab service, even if it’s going to take them forever to get here,” she continued, letting out a soft sigh as she then took another drag of my cigarette. “What about you?”

“Yeah, I live in one of the houses on the big dock,” I replied and she nodded.

“Ohh, I’ve driven passed there a few times, those are nice houses, right out on the water,” she replied and I nodded, seeing her hold a gentle smile and I kept my smirk as well.


“Oh! Here, thanks,” she added, handing my cigarette back and I accepted it, seeing traces of pink left behind circled around the filter from her lipstick and it made my heart race a little faster. I took a drag of it and I could taste the lipstick as I inhaled, pulling the cigarette from my lips and watching the smoke as it left my lungs.


I then watched in surprise as Katherine reached up to my mouth and her thumb wiped my lips, “It seems I left lipstick on your cigarette, your lips are all glittery now,” she said softly with a charming giggle. I could see her cheeks turning a gentle pink even with the lack of light and I felt my face get warm as my heart raced the most it has since I talked to her. She was so beautiful and I couldn’t choose between starring at her eyes or her lips, I didn’t know which I liked better. I could even smell the subtle, sweet perfume I had watched her put on her wrists this morning before leaving her house, only making me more excited and I couldn’t help myself.

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I leaned forward suddenly, pressing my lips to hers with a somewhat gentle force, but it didn’t last very long at all. The moment I had done it, almost in that same moment did I pull away just as fast, “I.. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” I said with remorse.


I turned my head away from her and finished my cigarette, flicking it out into the street and I put my hands into my pockets, “I just learned your name a minute ago for Christ’s sake,” I belittled myself in front of her, made a fool of myself and I was expecting a slap any minute now, but I never felt one. “You’re just.. So gorgeous, and I.. It was, uhm.. Nice meeting you, Katherine,” I added, turning away from her as I felt my cheeks get warm with embarrassment and I began to walk away when I felt her hand grip my shirt, stopping me in my tracks. Good, I’m so glad she stopped me.


“Wait.. It’s okay,” she replied with a quiet tone and I looked back at her, “I was..” She laughed softly, “I was flirting anyways,” she laughed softly once more, “I just, don’t usually come on so strong, I’m not usually like this..” She was embarrassed, more than I was. I turned around to face her and I bowed my head, looking at the ground and her chest in a sly manner.

“Well, would you be open to starting over?” I asked in a shy manner, my eyes finally meeting hers.

“Yeah, sure..” She welcomed with a smile.

“You wanna.. Go to the beach or something where it’s a little cooler? I drove here, so.. I could just take you home afterwards..?” I suggested and her smile grew warmer.

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” she replied and I let out a soft sigh, showing her the way to my car in the bar parking lot.


We arrived at the beach and walked along the shoreline for roughly twenty minutes, chatting back and forth about one another and I had learned some pretty boring things, but I couldn’t afford to lose her interest now so I continued to try and pay attention. I’ve spent too much time on her already to not get what I want. She was a waitress at a small restaurant but she was on vacation at the moment, choosing to enjoy it out and about and I was lucky to have found such a great woman for tonight. She seemed humble and pretty smart, something that Gibson would appreciate more than me. She was definitely more of Gibson’s type which made being with her that much more rewarding for a reason I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Maybe I felt like getting back at him, even if he had no idea what I was up to.

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Eventually, when there was a short silence, she had reached out to hold my hand and I smiled when I looked to her. I could feel my face get hot again and I turned my attention away, my eyes scanning the sand as we still walked and I heard her let out a quiet giggle, “Why are you so shy?” She questioned.

“I-I don’t know.. You’re just so pretty an all.. I can’t really seem to fully believe how lucky I am to have met you tonight,” I reply with a smooth tone, looking over to her briefly and I watched her smile get warmer.

“You know..” She began, slowing her pace until she stopped and I had stopped as well, looking to her questionably, “You can kiss me again, only if you want to..” She said in a quiet tone, looking up to me with sweet eyes and a smile slowly flowed over my lips.


“Good, I’ve been dying to do it again ever since the bar,” I replied, hearing her laugh softly and I stepped forward, letting go of her hand. I brought my hands up to either side of her face, leaning in slowly and kissing her lips in a gentle manner. She had such a great body, my hands choosing to explore it a little as I continued to kiss her and I ended up dropping my arms and wrapping them around her to pull her closer to me. Soft kissing took place for a few long seconds, eventually pulling away and I looked questionably at her lips, asking her without words if I could make our kissing a little deeper and the look in her eyes told me she wanted the same thing. I pulled her back and closer to me once more, kissing her with more force than before and I separated her lips with my tongue to deepen the kiss.


The more heated things got, the more excited I became, one of my hands going down her side and my fingers eventually found her upper thigh just passed the short length of her skirt. My hand then went back behind her and traveled up a little, cupping the bottom of her ass with my palm under her skirt and I felt her jump slightly. I took a gamble and decided to pull away, ending our kiss and turning around to take a few steps away, “I’m.. I’m sorry, I just.. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, I got a little too excited..” I said with a shameful tone, “I’m sorry, Katherine.. God.. I’m so embarrassed.. I’ll just take you home..” I continued with an even more pathetic, defeated voice.


“No, no.. It’s okay.. I’m sorry I flinched,” she let out an amused chuckle, “I was having fun with it.. You just did that so fast that I didn’t really know how to react..” She paused, hearing her approach me from behind and I felt her place her hand on my back, “You don’t have to take me home just yet.. How long has it been since you’ve been with someone..? If you don’t mind me asking..”

“A few years maybe.. I had a bad breakup and just never met anyone since that I thought would like me, but then you came along, and..” I stopped, letting out a depressed sigh.

“Really, it’s fine, Gareth.. Despite how I reacted, I did like it,” she replied and I smirked slightly.


“Oh.. You did?” I asked, slowly turning around to face her again and I watched her nod.

“Yeah..” She replied, seeing her then look around the beach and her eyes lit up as if she had found something she was looking for, “Here, follow me,” she continued, the flirtatious smirk on her lips was inviting and I smiled when she grabbed my hand, leading me away from the shore.


Katherine led me to a small area that was a little more private, more trees and bushes surrounded us and I kept my smile as I listened to her quiet, lustrous giggle. I looked around, checking the area and I didn’t see anyone else in sight. “Katherine, what are we doi-” I was cut off as she pulled me into the brush more and kissed me hard, my heart beginning to race and I returned the kiss with as much excitement as her. My back rested up against a tree as we continued to lock lips and I felt her hands playing around with my pants, pulling away from her in shock, “Katherine!” I said her name with strain but still kept quiet, “I-I don’t know if I can.. What if someone sees us?” I asked with worry in my voice.

“No one will.. Even if we’ve been hanging out for only a few hours, I like you, Gareth.. You’re sweet and you make me act funny,” she replied, giggling softly, “It makes me want to get to know about all of you.” 


I felt her undoing my pants and I gave her an uneasy expression which she caught onto right away, “If you don’t want to we don’t have to..” She began and I shook my head.

“No, no.. I want to, I just.. I don’t know if I’ll be any good..” I replied with a defeated tone, breaking eye contact with her.

“Don’t let it bother you, I’m sure you’ll be fine, it’s not like you’ve completely forgotten.. Besides, you don’t have to do anything,” she replied coyly. Her fingers continued to undo the buttons on my pants and she undid the zipper, leaning forward again towards me and she pressed her lips to mine as her hand dropped down underneath my underwear and into my pants.


This was hot, no question. Taking up the role of the dominated was something I rarely ever let happen in these types of situations, but it was cute to try and see how dominant the girl could be. Katherine seemed to be quite good at this, which surprised me since she seemed like the kind of girl to not have sex on the first date. It seemed that she was most intrigued by the lie I told about not being with a woman in so long that peaked her dominant curiosity. I stopped our kiss and my lips went to her neck, letting out a few pants between each kiss I gave her to reassure her that she was doing a great job at this. Finally I had gotten the chance to taste her skin like I’ve been dying to do. I had a weakness for necks. If a girl has a slender, long neck and I can see her fragile collar bones, I was entranced. Her other hand that wasn’t occupied rose up and gripped the hair on the back of my head, pulling me in more and my kisses grew a little rougher upon her neck, hearing her begin to let out quiet moans and already I wanted to take her this moment.


Katherine apparently had the same idea, pulling at my hair to pull my lips from her neck and she removed her hand from inside my pants, reaching up and removing my blazer. I tossed it aside after taking it off with her and I removed my shirt within seconds after that, watching as she removed hers then as well and her lips crashed back into mine. As we shared a rough kiss, I put my hands to her hips and pushed down her skirt, Katherine then kicking it aside and she pulled away for a moment, “Lay down,” she quietly commanded and I didn’t waste any time, going to a small open area surrounded by the foliage and laying down. 


She reached behind her and I watched her dark silhouette as she unclasped her bra and let the straps fall down her shoulders. I could feel my heart racing and even without her touching anymore, I could feel myself getting more and more excited as I watched her. She dropped her bra on the ground by the large palm tree and I couldn’t make out every detail of her breasts, but I could see enough to the point where I was still enjoying myself. I then watched as her delicate hands slid down her sides and she hooked her panties, pulling them down as well and I watched as they dropped down passed her long legs and she kicked that aside near her other clothes. Katherine then bent down, kneeling on either side of my thighs and she grabbed the rim of both my pants and underwear, pulling them down and exposing my growing excitement. 


After hastily removing my shoes, pants and underwear, she climbed over me and I looked up to her. The view I had was incredible, the moon and the bright stars shined behind her and Katherine herself was a sight to behold. My hands explored her hips and thighs as I watched her smile, “Don’t be nervous,” she whispered softly and I grinned in return. I wasn’t nervous, not at all. All I was feeling was excitement and I waited in anticipation for her to start fucking me. Her hand went behind her and I felt her gently grip my shaft, maneuvering me directly under her and I felt her tease my tip against her moist warmth. My anxiousness in starting this was getting so high to the point where I wasn’t going to wait any longer and plunge into her as hard as I could, yet as I was seriously considering it, she slowly sat down and took all of me and I watched her wince as she struggled slightly to take me in.


At first she took things slow, moaning softly as she bobbed herself up and down repeatedly and I took hold of her hips, assisting her a little and pulling her down harder when I wanted to. Finally, I’ve been able to pull off what I had been wanting to for days now, it never ceased to amaze how me easy this was sometimes. After a few minutes of build up, she quickened her pace and she became a little more vocal, her moans growing a little louder though I could tell she was trying to stay hushed as to not draw any attention from anyone. My breathing grew heavy and I could tell by her trembling legs that she was getting a little tired from doing the work herself for so long, Katherine then leaning forward and resting her hands on the ground to either side of me and I began thrusting into her to help her reach a release before me. I felt her insides tighten around me and she let out a long, gentle moan into my ear and I knew she had finally came.


I didn’t want to stop, I wasn’t done yet and I wasn’t about to leave here unsatisfied. Before she could collect herself, I sat up and put my arm around her, remaining inside of her and she wrapped her legs around me as I brought her over by the large palm tree. Putting my hand upon it for support, I began pumping into her roughly and she hummed moans while breathing heavily and I began panting as I tried to reach my breaking point. Katherine began saying my name in a pleasured whisper and it helped me get closer and closer, going just a little harder and I pushed into her as deep as I could, reaching my climax and I filled her completely as I felt her tighten around me once more, reaching her own climax again.


Was.. That okay?” I asked, sitting upon the ground and Katherine sat with me between my legs, leaning her back against my chest and I wrapped my right arm around her torso just under her breasts.

“Yeah, that was really good.. It’s hard to believe that you haven’t had practice in a few years,” she replied with a gentle giggle, letting out a relaxed and calm sigh.

I smiled, looking at the side of her face that I could see, occasionally looking down at her breasts that were still exposed and I chucked slightly, “I’m glad,” I answered softly, my fingertips dancing over her skin. She relaxed herself completely and shut her eyes, feeling her now steady breathing under the gentle weight of my hand and I sat there calmly, inhaling slowly to catch the scent of her hair. 

“Gareth.. Even though we kinda went a little fast, do you maybe.. Want to do this again? We can exchange numbers if you want..” She suggested and I kept my grin.

“Yeah, tha’d be nice.. I’ll actually take you out to dinner next time first before having this kind of fun,” I replied and she giggled again.


“I guess I haven’t been totally honest,” she began which didn’t really peak my interest, but I listened anyways, “It’s.. Been a while for me, too.. About 9 months since I broke up with my ex,” she continued.

“Oh.. It’s okay. You were amazing none the less,” I replied.

Katherine continued, “It’s just.. I don’t want you to think I’m dishonest or I sleep with everyone I meet.. I just liked you. There was something about you that made me want to know more,” she went on and I hummed a few ‘uh huh’s as she spoke to let her know I was still paying attention, even if I wasn’t. I leaned my head back a little, looking to my right and seeing my clothes lying in a pile within my reach. “I’m glad I took a chance on you, you seem really genuine and someone I’d love to get to know and spend time with,” she still continued and I removed my right hand slowly from touching her. I reached slowly towards my pants, gripping the very edge of them and pulling them closer to me so I could reach one of my pockets. “What are you up to?” She wondered.

“Just, uhm.. Looking for my phone. I thought I heard it go off a little while ago,” I replied.


My fingertips played with something within my pocket, pulling it out and taking it within my hand. My left hand that was supporting myself reached forward and my palm cupped over her mouth quickly, flipping open my large butterfly knife with my right hand and putting the sharpness to her neck, sliding the blade over her throat quickly with a heavy hand.


A gruesome, deep slash opened her neck and blood began to pour out rapidly from the wound, letting go of the knife and holding one of her arms down to keep her from struggling so much. I kept her in place with immense force, giving her no room to get free and I looked down at her chest, seeing blood pour down her collar bones and cleavage and her legs began to kick and twitch.


Wasn’t that a wonderful performance I made?” I asked her, knowing she wouldn’t reply, nor would I let her. “I always wondered how I’d be with an acting career, I think after this performance, though, I could land a good roll in a horror movie, don’t you?” I continued to ask her quiet questions into her ear as she continued to try and flail to get away from me. I continued to cover her mouth, pulling a little harder and opening her gash more so the blood from her carotid arteries flowed out faster. Her struggle began to lessen and her body became to involuntarily twitch more, looking to her face and I watched as her eyes slowly lost their shine and soon she didn’t struggle at all. “Goodbye, my beautiful lucky lady. I had fun tonight,” I whispered into her ear just before I heard her last breath.

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As she lie limp against my chest, I slowly let go of covering her mouth and I reached back again, holding myself up once more and my right hand came up to the front of her, gripping her breast as I continued to watch the blood flow out slowly and drip down her chest. I played with her nipple teasingly and it still naturally stiffened under my touch, “This is the most beautiful you’ve looked all night, Katherine,” I continued but my whisper fell on deaf ears. I’ll lay here for a little while longer, eventually choosing to leave and I’d make sure to collect my knife as well as her clothes, putting her into the ocean to sink and although the blood within the grass would still remain, no other trace of her would be left behind. All in all, it was a successful night and I couldn’t be more pleased with the results. This is definitely what I needed to get my mind off of my troubles.

Generation 3, Chapter 4

     Gibson’s POV     


I enjoy getting exercise almost as much as I love being at the bookstore, it allows me to get away from the house. I didn’t bring my glasses with me, instead I wore a pair of Gareth’s many shades he had lying around throughout the house. I didn’t need my glasses to see normally as much as I need them when I read; I was more farsighted. Running around town gave me a sense of peace, as much as I loved reading biographies, it was just as interesting to watch people live out their lives in person and I often made my own hypothetical stories of their lives within my mind as I ran. I’d see a mother pushing her toddler in a stroller, seeing her eyes exhausted and it was obvious she hadn’t had much sleep. I imagined she had the toddler and at least three older children at home, seeing her walking around the park doing just as I was; getting away from it all. 


Sometimes, there would be no one out, a day like today. Bennu’s birthday. It was odd barely seeing anyone around town, especially around early evening like it was now. Usually things would be more lively the later it got into the day.. Maybe the fact that it was a Sunday kept people from leaving their homes and choosing to relax on a day that normally no one had work. Sunday is a day for calm minds and rejuvenation, a time to collect yourself and restore tranquility to any hectic, unstable life. The view of the mountains every which way I would turn provided something to look at, I always felt so nostalgic staring at them as I ran along the sidewalks of the inner part of the small town. Nature was something I thought people took for granted, and even surrounded by such beautiful structures, I doubted that people looked at them in such awe as I did every time I saw them.


I jogged for about an hour around town, getting home around 3:00 pm with enough time to continue a little more exercise before I needed to get ready to go to Bennu’s with Gareth. I went inside and walked towards the living room, breathing heavily through my nose as I tried to catch my breath after my run and I came in seeing Gareth upon the floor. I let out a quick, loud chuckle when I noticed him, he looked dead as he laid there. “You okay?” I questioned, not seeing him move at all and continue to look exhausted.

“Hung…Over..” He struggled to reply.

I lost my smile from my chuckle and gave him a serious expression, “Wait, you still drank after I told you to get some sleep last night? What the hell, Gareth? It’s Bennu’s birthday.. She can see this kind of stuff from a mile away. Why couldn’t you have just not drank last night so you wouldn’t have to go there in this condition?” I questioned with slight agitation.

“Whatever.. I came up to find you and collapsed on the couch instead.. I think I fell off about twenty minutes ago and I just.. I can’t get up..” He replied, his voice still weary and struggling to answer me.

“You’re hopeless,” I said with a long eye roll, continuing into the living room to finish off my exercise.

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I proceeded to the center of the living area with the most room and stood straight up, falling down with a stiff body and my hands caught the ground at the precise time, catching myself and I began doing vigorous push-ups while counting the seconds in my head. One, two, three, four.. Every second I counted, I did a push-up and my breath began to grow heavy, eventually forcing myself to speak the numbers out loud with each push-up I performed, “Thirty five, thirty six, thirty seven..” I continued, hearing Gareth let out a heavy sigh as I kept counting.

“How in the hell can you be so alive right now..? Uuuuggghhh..” He asked with a strained voice, as if complaining that he himself was doing the effort that I was.

I continued counting each push-up in my head as I replied, “You’re hungover,” forty two, forty three, “Exercise is good for you when you’re this way, too. Have you been drinking plenty of water?” Fifty, fifty one, fifty two..

“Yeah, of course I have.. I’ve been drinking fuckin’ water like crazy since.. Since.. Like..” He replied, though still didn’t answer me, “I.. I don’t know..”

Sixty four, sixty five, sixty six, “Well, get up and get in the shower. It’ll wake you up and we’re supposed to go soon, anyways,” Sixty nine, seventy…

“Uugghhhhokaaayyy…” He answered with a groggy tone, hearing him let out numerous more groans before he actually got up.


“I’ll be quick..” He hesitated a moment, “You’re psycho for doing that shit, too.. Pace yourself, bro.. Take a load off once in a while, it might help that huge stick in your ass you’ve had lately,” Gareth added with a snicker when he stood up, teasing me and I hear him bump into the half-wall of the kitchen as he made his way towards the bathroom and I smirked amusingly to myself at his inability to walk straight. My arms began to burn as I reached into the 80’s count of my push-ups, but I didn’t stop. I always forced myself to 100 every time I did push-ups after my cardiac runs and I felt so much more accomplished when I reached the final triple digit. The feeling my arms would produce at the end of these sessions was a wonderful burn and I loved the slight pain it gave me, but it only made me feel like I had more energy and I felt so much more alive compared to the the ending result of my jogs. After my push-ups, I went into the kitchen and vigorously cleaned the dishes that were within the sink and I wiped down the cabinets and the counter tops as I waited for Gareth to be done with his shower so I could take one myself.


After Gareth showered, I did so after him and got ready to go to Bennu’s, reminding Gareth that he should look rather presentable for the occasion. He gave me an irritated expression when I had told him what to wear, but he reluctantly agreed and he had gone to his room to put something on that was more appropriate. After my shower, I went up to my room and changed into a casual suit. Blue colors were my ‘go-to’ when attending something a little less than the extreme formal, otherwise black would be my first choice when wanting to utterly impress the company I was expecting. I took pride in looking specifically good for every occasion that was presented to me.


I grabbed the present I had gotten for Bennu and put it into one of my pockets, going downstairs then and seeing Gareth meet up with me in the living room. “Feeling any better?” I asked.

“Not really.. The shower just woke me up, my head’s still killing me though,” he replied, shrugging sheepishly. I continued to stare at him, my eyes looking at his attire and a smirk ran over my lips, “What the hell are you smiling at?” Gareth wondered with a defensive tone.

It’s always so weird to see you dressed up, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it,” I said with a chuckle.

“Good, I don’t want you to get used to it, and don’t want to get used to it either.. Let’s just go so we can get this over with,” Gareth replied and I shook my head softly, walking out of our home first as Gareth followed behind.


“It’s not all that bad, aren’t you even a little excited to see them? It’s been months since you’ve been over there for a visit,” I said.

“Ehh, I dunno.. I guess it’s going to be nice to see them, I just can’t stand being there for more than an hour. Bahiti barely ever says a word, I don’t like how she’s changed from being our cute, shy little sister to this mute, depressing girl. It’s annoying, to be honest,” Gareth replied and I sighed softly.

“She just didn’t take the news of Dad’s actions well, he was always there for her, and us, but if you think about it, Bahiti is Dad’s baby girl since Lucy isn’t actually his. Fathers are always more protective and caring to their daughters, at least that’s what I took from the experience. Now with him not around, I can see how she feels a little lost,” I retorted, trying to give Gareth a more understandable conclusion, yet he brushed it off and I looked to him as he spoke.

“Lost? Whatever, man.. She’s 23 and she still lives at home, she just needs to get the hell over it already, being sad about it isn’t going to change anything,” Gareth replied shortly and I didn’t answer him, listening to our steps upon the wooden dock from our dress-shoes as we walked to the car. Gareth’s reasoning made sense to say the least, there is no point of still being sad for Dad when he only did it to himself, but I can also understand not forcing one’s self to forget things when it isn’t time to fully let go yet. Bahiti just happens to be taking longer to get over it than the rest of us, but now that I think of it, Lucy’s desertion proves that she’s in even worse condition than Bahiti is. I wasn’t about to bring her up to Gareth, however.. Lucy was a touchy subject for us.


Bennu and Bahiti’s house was a bit lavish for my taste, though there was a certain elegance about it that I admired. Architectural wise, I didn’t much care for the design at all, but Bennu had great taste when it came to decorating; the kitchen and downstairs living room were probably my two favorite rooms. The house was a little large for them as well, with four bedrooms and 4 baths, I didn’t understand why they didn’t relocate to a smaller home after Gareth and I moved out. We started out here when we first moved here after Dad’s transfer,  but Gareth and I left a few months into getting here and got a place of our own. I don’t know why Bennu doesn’t move. Maybe it was because these richer neighborhoods were closer to the general hospital and also the mental hospital where Dad was at.. Yeah, that was probably it.


When we got to the door, Gareth knocked loudly but no one answered, watching him check the door and it was open, so we both walked in. Bennu came out from the dining area into the large hallway, smiling when I saw her and she still looked amazing for being 45 years old. “I’m so sorry, boys.. I’m slow but I’m glad you let yourselves in,” she began and Gareth chuckled.

“You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked,” Gareth began, “What if some psychos walked through the door, huh?” He asked with a serious tone, though his expression was welcoming and humorous. 

Bennu came up to me first and hugged me, “Happy birthday, Bennu,” I cooed sweetly as I hugged her.

“Thank you, Gibson, you both look so handsome,” she replied, releasing me from the hug and going to Gareth, hugging him as well and he wished her a Happy Birthday as I had done. 

“Where’s Bahiti at?” Gareth wondered.

“Oh, she’s in the living room watching television with her friend, Julie, go on in and make yourself comfortable, boys, please,” she gestured in a warm, welcoming manner and I watched as Gareth left to go see Bahiti. Knowing Gareth, there was no doubt he was also wanting to see what Bahiti’s friend looked like.


Before Bennu could walk with Gareth to the other room, I caught her attention, “Bennu, hey..” I began, watching her turn back around and she smiled at me, “How are you today? Has your birthday been nice?” I asked, making small talk with her for the moment.

“Oh, yes.. Bahiti made me breakfast in bed, it was so wonderful,” she replied and I smiled, hearing the joy in her tone, yet there was still a little something she was holding back and I knew already that she was missing my Dad, wishing he could be here with all of us.

“That’s great.. Are you ready for Bahiti and I to make you dinner?” I asked.

“Yes, I really am! Thank you again for doing that, Gibson, it really means a lot,” she replied, giving me another warm smile and I thought of something to make her day even better.


“Turn around, I have something for you,” I continued, seeing her expression go surprised and then a calm happiness as she turned around and followed my request. 

“You didn’t need to get me anything, Gibson, your boys’ company is all I need, sweetheart,” she tried to contest before I even got her present out from my pocket. Bennu was so lovely, I adored her and I felt she deserved anything and everything good that came to her. I removed the necklace I had bought her and I put it around her neck delicately, holding up the two ends that connected in the back and trying to secure it. 

Bennu pulled at her hair a little to make it easier for me to secure and I smiled as I clasped the necklace for her; I knew this was a present I had agreed to share with Gareth, but I had planned on giving it to her without him anyways. “Please, I love treating you, especially on your birthday. You deserve it,” I replied, clasping the necklace and fixing the back of her hair so it laid over her nape comfortably.


I watched as she looked up after I had secured it and her eyes widened when she looked to the necklace I put on her, her lips curling up slowly into a large smile and she let out a giddy laugh from her excitement. I adored hearing and knowing she was happy without her using any words, I wanted to give her something special for her birthday and I wasn’t about to share it with Gareth when he never puts forth the effort at all. “Gibson.. It’s beautiful! Thank you so much, sweetheart,” she finally expressed her gratitude when she could find the words through her excitement. I smiled warmly and placed my hands on her arms, looking at her in the mirror in front of her as she continued to admire it.

“I wish Dad could see you with this on, he’d stumble all over the place from how beautiful you look,” I added and I watched her expression show immense appreciation, her fingertips tracing over the beetle and the large white jewel of a body it had.

“Gibson.. I can’t thank you enough, I love it,” she replied, looking at me in the mirror and we shared a warm smile together. She turned around and gave me the warmest hug I’ve ever felt from her, both of us then walking towards the dining area to join Gareth, Bahiti and her friend in the living room. I loved that Gareth wasn’t a part of this gift even though I told him otherwise, I deserved this recognition and I loved that my gift and my gift alone made her feel so good. I loved making Bennu happy when my father wasn’t around to do it, I sometimes felt I had a responsibility to provide happiness for Bennu since she hardly ever got treated now with Dad gone; I had always watched him giving her rings, necklaces and even the gift of a love-filled kiss whenever he felt it was needed.. I felt I needed to pick up his accidental slack for her, but I enjoyed doing it none the less. Bennu was more of a mother to me than my own Mom was and I was glad to have Bennu in my life.


I followed behind Bennu as she made her way passed the dining room, through the kitchen and into the living room, but I stopped near the fridge and waited there for Bahiti to join me. “Bahiti, come and greet your brother,” Bennu called out to her. As I looked at all of them, I was already a little irritated; I could see Gareth from where I was and I kept catching him stealing glances at Bahiti’s friend, knowing the small talk and flirting was about to commence not knowing even what she looked like myself, but I knew it still didn’t matter to Gareth. I wasn’t really a fan of diving right in, putting myself out there like a dog with a bone wasn’t my style and I was proud to admit I was a bit of a romancer. I feel that women get more out of being complimented properly while being spoiled with a wine and dine kind of date, but I think that’s where all of the reasoning behind it lied. I liked women, smart and well-mannered women, women with a strong passion in their lives, and a good education didn’t hurt. Gareth? He liked girls. Girls that don’t know any better, girls with more shoes than books and girls that had little experience so he could fulfill his own desires in getting them to experiment. If I was in the position of Bahiti’s friend, I’d run now while I could.


Bahiti came into the kitchen with a smile on her face, something I hadn’t seen in a long time. “Hey, Bahiti.. You look great, how’ve you been?” I asked, greeting each other with a warm hug and she was still smiling after it. I liked seeing her this way.

“I’ve been good.. I’m actually seeing a new psychiatrist and he has me on some meds that make me feel like floating,” she replied with a soft chuckle and I laughed, not liking the idea of her on medication, though I loved to admit I was excited to see her so happy. It was a nice change from the norm.

“Well then, at least you’re doing better,” I replied, seeing her nod in agreement.

“So, what are we making?” She wondered, walking more into the kitchen and opening the fridge.

“Well, I was going to make hot and sour mushroom soup, maybe you could just make starter dishes and let me handle the soup? It’s a little difficult to get it to turn out just right,” I replied and she looked to me and nodded.

“Okay, sounds good, Gibs,” she replied, beginning to pull things out from the fridge that she could prepare easily while I made the main dish.


“So, how have you been?” Bahiti wondered, “I just noticed I didn’t even ask.. How’s the girlfriend of yours? Was she unable to make it tonight?”

A knot formed in my throat and I sighed, “I’m doing okay, I suppose.. And we broke up not too long ago,” I replied, hoping to leave it at that, but Bahiti still questioned it.

“Oh, what happened? It seemed like you really liked her,” she continued.

“She was.. Unfaithful.. But it’s fine, I’m over her,” I replied, wanting to get off the subject of my ex. They had asked about her the last time I visited two weeks ago, but I didn’t tell them that we had broken up two weeks prior to that, I was still hurting and the last thing I needed at that time was to be pitied, so I never brought it up. I could never admit, too, that Gareth was the ultimate demise of the relationship. It seemed almost as a defeat on my part, admitting that my brother had taken such a humble woman from me..

“Oh.. I’m sorry, Gibson,” Bahiti replied with a remorseful tone.

“I said it’s fine.. Have you been painting or playing your guitar lately?” I asked, changing the subject to prove how over her I was.


After being in the kitchen for a little under an hour, dinner was getting closer and closer to being done and my soup was turning out quite nice. I had always loved my father’s cooking and also Bennu’s, you could tell they took pride in each dish they made for us back in Bridgeport and I eventually grew into loving cooking just as much as they did. What I would give to taste my father’s Ratatouille dish once more.. It was my comfort food, my favorite dish I’ll ever eat and I’ll never get tired of eating it. It made me calm and had a homey feeling. I loved all of the different smells and flavors it provided and how it was made in a thinly sliced kaleidoscope effect the vegetables gave off, making it quite a beautiful dish as well. I was beginning to regret making this soup and I felt a Ratatouille craving beginning to kick in.


Dinner wasn’t an awkward silence, that’s a phrase I’d never use.. Pleasantly content, that describes it a little better. With the lack of talking and only the sound of utensils tapping against plates and bowls, it was a quiet yet enjoyable dinner. Everyone seemed pleased by what Bahiti and I had made, finally hearing it from Bennu, “You two, this is so wonderful, thank you so much for cooking,” she said with a warm smile, looking at me and smiling as she placed her hand on top of mine momentarily and then doing the same to Bahiti. I loved how happy Bennu was and how appreciative she was towards us. She was always this way, but ever since Dad was diagnosed and sent to live at the mental hospital, she’s been upping herself and trying to be an even better person than she already was, like she’s making up for my Dad not being there. Keeping up with someone like him must be tiring though, I wish she wouldn’t stress about it so much.


After dinner, I offered to clean up for Bennu so she didn’t have to do anything, everyone going back into the living room to spend time with one another as I rinsed every plate and filled the dishwasher while packing up all of the leftover food and putting it into her fridge. Bennu and Bahiti walked towards the lavender couches and decided to enjoy a little bit of television together, putting on a show they religiously watched together and I could her them giggling and talking as they watched. Behind the couches, I looked to the middle-left of the room and noticed Gareth, already hypothetically prodding into Bahiti’s friend. I watched in dismay from the kitchen, my expression judgmental and I couldn’t understand what was going through his mind on how hitting on his sister’s friend on our step mother’s birthday was at all appropriate. 


I watched from the kitchen as he wooed and wowed her.. His large, gentle, light hand playing with her hair, his fingertips brushing down her cheek when complimenting her, the way he was able to uphold his flirtatious and lustful expression the whole time when I was the only one that knew he didn’t mean a lick of it. It was his own art form that I didn’t care for at all. The way he was so willing and able to manipulate women into thinking he cared was baffling and every time I was both impressed and disgusted. Had he used such techniques when taking my ex from me? I’ve seen this act so much that I had lost count of how many times it’s worked.


I was thinking many things while watching this game play out. Why doesn’t Bahiti care, does she just assume it’ll happen no matter who she brings over when Gareth is expected to be there? It’s almost as if she brought her just to distract Gareth and keep him out of her and Bennu’s way, but why? Bahiti is coming off as if her friend isn’t even there.. Is this person even her friend at all? I knew that Bahiti knew Gareth’s type, it was obvious when it came to how shallow he was; usually blonde or dirty blonde, and if not that, a wild hair color such as Nina’s. Slow, easily impressed, gullible.. They were all the same. Now that I thought back on it, my ex was a dirty blonde.. But, she had so much potential, she wasn’t stupid or ill-mannered. She had an elegance and grace about her that I loved looking at, yet she fell prey to the mind games of Gareth.. But, she was passed his level and more on mine while I was dating her, so.. Why? As much as I loved my brother, I’ll now always resent him for still being better than me in that one aspect. He can manipulate people to the point that he could pull off and do anything he wanted. I’m not jealous, am I? Jesus, that’s pathetic.. To be jealous of my half-wit, perverted brother.

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I was sick of it. Done. I couldn’t just sit with Bennu and Bahiti and watch this play out. We’d be watching a television show and the next thing you’d know, I’d look behind me and Gareth and Bahiti’s friend would be gone, sneaking off to hookup in one of the bathrooms the first chance that they could based on his way on convincing them.. “Ugh..” I let out silently, sick of the situation entirely and all I wanted was to leave now. I called out to Gareth in front of everyone, making it less conspicuous as to why we needed to leave suddenly, “Hey, let’s get going.. I got work early tomorrow morning,” I voiced, seeing only Gareth’s eyes looking up to me as he kept his suave posture over Bahiti’s friend and I could tell he was asking me with his eyes to stay a little longer, but I refused to acknowledge it, “Ready?” I pressured.

He pulled slowly away from Bahiti’s friend and gave me a rather threatening glare, “Sure.. Let me just say goodbye to everyone,” he replied, his words strong and defensive, but my harsh and unrelenting expression didn’t waver and I could tell he recognized my displeasure with how the evening was going.


I watched with immense satisfaction as Gareth painfully said his premature goodbye to Bahiti’s friend, then make his way towards Bennu and Bahiti to wish them goodbye as well. I walked into the living room more and hugged Bennu and Bahiti as Gareth had done, keeping my eyes on him as he kept his on mine and I knew an argument was about to ensue the moment we left Bennu’s place.


I walked out before Gareth and my pace was quicker than normal, my anger driving me to leave and get further away from the house as I can so no one inside would hear us. “Gibson,” Gareth called out with a short tone and I kept walking. “Gibson, would you stop already? What the hell was that all about?” He continued.

“What? You said yourself you don’t like staying here long, so let’s go,” I replied after, keeping my pace and I heard his quicken behind me in hopes of catching up.

“Gibs, stop!” He called out a little louder than before, my steps slowing down finally as I almost reached the sidewalk and I stopped like he had asked.


“What the hell’s your problem?” Gareth asked when he had finally caught up to me.

“What are you talking about?” I replied in return, my lips sarcastically smirking and I watched as his expression twisted into slight anger.

“Cut the bullshit, Gibson.. You knew I wanted to stay a little longer,” he pointed out.

“Why? So you could ruin that girls life like you’ve ruined so many others?”  I retorted angrily.

“You’ve been such an ass lately! I know this still has to be about your fucking ex, isn’t it? I’ve already said sorry, what more do you want?” He asked in return.

“I just want you to be able to be a decent person in front of people, especially our family. It’s Bennu’s birthday and all you can think to do is spend time with Bahiti’s friend! Do you even remember her name?”

“Yes, it was Jillian!” He replied quickly and I scoffed.

“It was Julie, actually.. Jesus, Gareth.. When are you going to grow up and stop acting like you’re in fucking high school?” I retaliated.


“You’re too serious all the time! Why don’t you stop worrying about what other people think of you and live your life? Stop living in the past, get over it, and stop worrying about what I do with my life and focus on your own!” He retorted and I bit my bottom lip in anger.

“With how you live, there needs to be someone at the sidelines keeping you straight, you’ve just gotten so dependent on me that you even take advantage of the fact! You do whatever the hell you want and expect no repercussions, you can’t live like that forever and I don’t want to be chained to you the rest of my life to take care of you!” I yelled back.

“Again, what the hell are you talking about? I never asked you to take care of me! Besides, it’s supposed to be the other way around.”

“Yeah, and a reeeaaally good job you’re doing with that..” I replied sarcastically.


“What, so now you think I’m a shitty brother?” Gareth asked with a humerus tone and I stood there, hesitating a moment.

“Those aren’t my words,” I replied and turned around, walking towards the sidewalk slowly, “I’m going home, find your own ride,” I replied harshly, making my way to the car and not hearing Gareth make a noise or any sign that he was following me. Maybe I was a little too harsh, but I couldn’t go back on what I said so quickly. There was some truth to it, and once he’d look passed my words into what they could mean, I was sure he’d understand eventually. For now, I’ll give him time. I need time away from him just as badly. Living together for the past 23 years has finally taken it’s toll, I believe, and I contemplated moving out if Gareth refused to show any sign of changing. He’s destructive and he’s been losing my trust more and more as the years pass. I didn’t know how much longer I could live with it.

Generation 3, Chapter 1

     Gareth’s POV     


Waiting for her is like waiting for grass to grow, she always takes forever and is late to hanging out with me almost every time. I told her to meet me here twenty minutes ago and I’m still waiting.. Tapping my foot in frustration, I can’t help but think why I’m wasting time on a girl like her. I just want to fuck her and be done with it, but she’s making it so difficult. We’ve only kissed and it’s already our fifth date, you’d think she’d at least shown me her tits by now. She’s definitely going to be a challenge though, maybe that’s why I’m choosing to be here instead of leaving to go somewhere where I could meet someone just as easily and be in her by sundown. I loved the chase.


However, today is the day I finally get what I’ve been waiting for, either that or I’m through with her. I’ve never had to work so hard before, but that might be because of who she is. She comes off as a prude girl who’s too shy for her own good, but at the same time, she seems willing to do whatever I want besides the obvious. I know she’s crazy about me and I’m counting on that being the factor that doesn’t let her tell me ‘no’ for the hundredth time. I could always threaten to break up with her, that’d probably do the trick..


I see her running in the distance, racing to the Art Gallery where she was supposed to meet me now half an hour ago. She looks pretty decent today, a cut off shirt to show off her stomach, her makeup done and her hair laying nicely down her face. Is that what takes her so long, her damn makeup? “Jesus..” I say softly to myself, glad I can finally get this date started. I was almost about to leave, too, though lucky for her, I don’t give up that easily. 


“Finally.. I was just about to leave,” I voice with frustration when I watch her join me on the outdoor patio of the gallery.

She seems out of breath, breathing heavily through her nose as she gives me worried eyes, “I’m really sorry.. I got here as fast as I could,” she replied, trying to apologize but I was still too irritated to accept it.

“As fast as you could? You’re half an hour late, what the hell were you doing? You’re the one that wanted to come here, anyways..” I continued.

“I-I’m sorry.. Please don’t be mad at me,” she requested pitifully and I sighed, standing from the chair and going to her.


I tried to calm myself down, wanting to try and be nice to her to hopefully get a better outcome for later. Putting my hands to her arms, I brought her closer to me and kissed her cheek softly, watching her blush as I pulled away. “Why don’t you just get ready earlier so you can be on time? Do you wait until the last minute?” I asked with less anger than before.

“No.. I just want to look my best for you. Everything I always put on looks so undone, I don’t want to show up looking bad,” she replied with a quiet voice.

“I’d rather you show up on time with no makeup and in pajamas than making me think I got stood up,” I state with a bland tone, seeing her expression twist into remorse and she nods in understanding.

“I’m sorry..” She repeats and I take one of her hands within mine.

“It’s fine.. Let’s just go in and look around before it closes,” I settle, wanting to end the conversation and make this trip go as quick as possible. 


We barely looked at any art before I had her up against a wall with my tongue down her throat. Even though I’ve done a ton of things with girls in public, each experience still gives me a rush, but in this instance, it was rather lacking. Her shyness and paranoia of getting caught was making her hold back and her mouth barely showed as much enthusiasm as mine did. Even so, I continued, running my hand around her waist over her bare skin and pulling her pelvis against mine. After a short time of making out, I was getting too bored with things since she wouldn’t quite cooperate, resulting in me ending the terrible kiss and my mouth went to the skin under her turtleneck instead. When my hand that had gone around her waist came back forward, I pushed it slowly up her torso and under her shirt, trying to grip her breast but she let go of me and stopped my hand before it could reach.

“Jesus.. Relax a little, Nina,” I pointed out with annoyance, going back to kissing her neck.

“I don’t.. I don’t want to do that in public. What if someone sees?”

“There’s no one else here,” I said softly between kisses, “We practically have the place to ourselves,” I continued, sliding my hand back up her shirt yet she stopped me again.

“Gareth.. Can we actually look at the art?” She asked, letting my hands drop from her completely and taking an angered step back.

“Fine..” I agreed.


I made it more obvious that I was annoyed beyond belief than I should have, but I couldn’t help it. Was this even worth it? I’m so bored and just want to go home at this point. I had walked away from her first and she had to jog a few feet to catch up, taking my hand within her own as if hoping that would make me feel better, but of course I could care less. I could feel her looking at me and it was only making me more angry, I knew she was thinking about what she could do to make me happy again, but what I wanted the most were the things she was unwilling to do. Letting her stew in her thoughts was my own way of torturing her without needing to physically do anything, which actually made me a little happier.

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We went up to the second floor and found better art than the first floor, but I was still completely oblivious to it. I only had one thing on my mind and it had nothing to do with this shit. “I like this one a lot, I like the contrast of colors,” Nina said softly and I rolled my eyes without her noticing.

“Yeah, really nice..” I responded quickly with disinterest, holding her by the waist. I couldn’t stop thinking about her skin as my fingers caressed over her hip bone, though I could tell she was a little nervous by how hard I’ve been coming on to her today. I turned my head towards her and leaned down, kissing her cheek and down her neck once again and I could feel her skin getting warm under the touch of my lips. I knew she wanted it, but for whatever reason, she felt she needed to resist me and I was getting sick of it. 

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Nina left my attempt on getting her excited and went to look at the next painting, but I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her wrist and brought her to the wall in between the paintings, holding her there and she looked up at me with a more nervous than frightened face. “Gareth, what are you doing?” She asked quickly though not even trying to free herself, she was too weak and I knew she wasn’t the type of girl to stand up for herself, let alone to me.

“Do you even like me? What am I doing wrong?” I asked with a determined tone, seeing her eyes begin to worry more, “Do you even find me remotely attractive?” I continued and I watched her blush more than I’ve ever witnessed.

It took her a moment to answer, either she was too embarrassed of what she was thinking or she didn’t want to admit something to me, either way I was growing impatient and upset. “Of course I like you..” She spoke in a whisper.

“Then why do you hate when I touch you? Why can’t you just let me if you like me as much as you say you do?” I questioned a little more harshly this time and her head dropped, seemingly unwilling to answer the question and I let out an agitated sigh, pushing myself off the wall and away from her.

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“What’s the point of being with you if you’re not willing to do what I want once in a while? I do what you want all the time, I take you everywhere, I buy you anything you want, the least you could do is not act like you can’t stand me touching you. I noticed that even when I check you out, you feel the need to hide yourself from me. Do I disgust you that much?” I continued, I was too pissed off to care now, I wanted answers or this wasn’t going to last much longer.

“That’s not it..” She cooed softly.

“Then what is it?” I demand to know.

“I-I.. I’m just.. Not ready..” She replied.

“Then when will you be ready, Nina?” I asked harshly.

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I waited for her to answer, but I continued to hear nothing. I couldn’t tell if she was just shocked by my behavior or too nervous to answer me, but playing this guessing game was getting old fast. “Nina, if this doesn’t let up and you don’t stop being such a prude little girl, I don’t think we have much of a future at all. I need contact with who I’m seeing, you’re making it harder than it needs to be, and I don’t want to be with someone who doesn’t even like me touching them,” I state as a fact, hearing a gentle gasp come from her lips and I knew I had finally gotten somewhere with this bitch. Took long enough for her to realize how annoying she’s been. I don’t care what she’s thinking right now though, she could tell me off like other girls might do, but I knew she didn’t have it in her and counted on her caving in to me.

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I was surprised a little when she had come up to me and held me from behind, knowing then that she regretted how she’s been acting before she even needed to say anything. “Gareth, I’m really sorry.. Please, don’t do this. I don’t mean to come off like I don’t find you attractive.. I really do, actually. So much to the point you make me so nervous,” I felt her grip get tighter on my hoodie as she continues, “I.. I’ll make it up to you, just please don’t leave me yet,” she requested with a wavering tone. I liked what she said, yet I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant by ‘making it up to me’. Was she going to actually let me sleep with her finally? Admitting that I loved hearing her beg for me wasn’t a problem, I loved it actually, but I wanted to test how far she was willing to let me go in order for me not to leave her. 

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I eventually turned around, not wanting to ignore her any longer at the fear of her crying. I didn’t know how to deal with tears, and if she cried, I was gone. I looked down to her face and I could see the sorrow in her eyes by how she had made me feel, though now I felt a sense of triumph that I had finally gotten my way. “After this we should go to my place,” I suggested, though it was more of a strained, excited request and I watched her eyes widen as her cheeks remained a flush pink.

“Uhhmm.. Okay, sure,” she replied with a weary tone, but I smiled and put my hands to each side of her face, pulling her into a kiss. Her lips still felt stiff and I knew she was more nervous now than ever, but I’d make sure that she wouldn’t regret giving in to me.

I pulled back from the kiss, looking at Nina with a calmed and collected face, “Relax, Nina..” I said softly, moving in slowly for another attempt at a half way decent kiss and her lips weren’t as stiff this time. The more I deepened it, she finally let go and I surprising got a decent kiss out of her for once. Her mouth was relaxed and our lips flowed together much easier, only making me more excited and I could feel her cheeks getting even warmer the deeper it went.

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Getting her home and into my room was top priority right now, driving home faster than I normally would. I held her hand as she sat in the passenger seat, looking over to her a few times and giving a calm smile to hopefully keep her from getting too nervous, but her hand was more clammy than normal and I knew the closer we got, the more she regretted her decision in letting me have her. But, even though I knew she wanted to continue to tell me no, there was no way she could go back on her word now and expect me to be okay with it. If that was the case, I’d drop her off at the next intersection right now. Somehow I think she knew that, too, which is why she’s being so quiet right now.

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After parking my car, I didn’t let her get out so easily, shutting the car off and unbuckling myself. I took hold of her chin and pulled her towards me, kissing her deeply and it was the first time that I didn’t feel her hold back, it was the first good kiss I’ve experienced with her. I pulled away from her slowly, resting my forehead against hers, “Don’t be nervous, I’ll be good to you, Nina,” I reassured her, seeing her smile softly and she then initiated a kiss for the first time. Her kisses were soft and full of love, though I could hardly feel the passion she had and I only thought about getting her inside and into my bedroom.


When I brought her inside, I felt the need to show her off to Gibson, trying to find him and he was in the living room reading a book. Big surprise. “You’re finally home, huh?” Gibson asked, though keeping his nose within his book. 

“Yeah, you remember Nina, right?” I asked, putting my hand to her waist and pulling her close against me, yet seeing him still looking at his book.

“Hi, Nina..” He added, still not bothering to look up at her and I felt a little angered. I often made it a point to him on who I was about to get with, we had an ongoing battle of who could bring home the hottest girl and I think I had won by far, yet he refused to look up. 


“Good to see you, Gibson..” Nina replied, looking to me then, “Can we go downstairs please? I want to.. Well..” Was she going to say ‘get this over with’? No, she couldn’t mean something like that. Maybe she just didn’t like me displaying her like a piece of art at the gallery. 

“Of course, babe..” I replied, “Go to my room, I’ll be there in a minute, okay?” I told her, knowing where she was going since we had been there before together yet nothing happened that time.

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After Nina had gone downstairs to my room, my Collie, Jess, came up to me excitedly and I gave a large smile, “Hey, girl!” I began, scratching the front of her chest and watching her fall over to her side in request to rub her stomach. Of course I did as she asked, rubbing her stomach and watching her relax to my touch. “You’ve been a good girl, haven’t you?” I coddled her sweetly.

“She got into the garbage, she pissed on the floor and she ate one of my best books,” Gibson butted in and I scoffed.

“She would never do that,” I defended her, seeing her still enjoying my comfort.

“But she did, she’s done it the passed ten fucking times you’ve gone out and left her for me to take care of when I didn’t even want her in the first place. And I’m sick of losing books. I have a collection going, Gareth, and she’s adamant on ruining it. It’s like she does it on purpose,” Gibson continued.

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“Are you just mad ’cause I’m about to fuck Nina and you’re jealous?” I asked while I still scratched Jess.

“Took you long enough,” he contested and I began to grow angry, standing from petting Jess and I looked to him with a bothered grin. Gibson turned into such a grim person with a personality of a jerk. I guess I’m no better, but I’d think by the way he dresses, what he studies and how he presents himself, he looks like a good well-educated, nice man, yet this attitude is the one thing that would throw you off when first meeting him. He’s a complete gentleman towards the ladies, yet if they’re not on the same intelligence level, he can turn into a disrespectful ass in seconds. Him and I always teased one another though, it’s been some of my favorite conversations in the past.

“Gibson, it’s okay.. I get that you’re jealous. You have every right to be. She’s hot, you haven’t gotten any lately, it’s understandable,” I retorted with a sly tone, mocking him.

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“Haven’t slept with her yet, so don’t talk shit.. Besides, wasn’t it you who’s been after my girls lately? I have no reason to be jealous,” He replied with a tone I wasn’t fond of, though keeping a sly grin as to play it off. “And she looked a bit.. Apprehensive, didn’t she? You sure that you’re both on the same page with this?” He asked and I squinted by eyes at him.

“How would you know? You didn’t even look at her. And what the hell are you talking about? I gave her options and she chose, there’s not time for her to reconsider,” I answered.

“I see..” Gibson said with understanding, though I felt as if he knew exactly what I would do if she said no now.. “You’re one sick man, you know that?”

“Whenever you say that I always think it’s your own nice way of telling me to have a fun night, so thanks, Gibs,” I replied and I heard a disapproving ‘hmph’ come from him. “Well, I’m gunna go downstairs, good luck with just your hand and spit tonight,” I teased, seeing him shake his head at me and he picked up his book again, reading it to ignore me and I made my way downstairs excitedly to my bedroom. 

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I was more than excited to see what I would be waiting for. I figured she would still be dressed completely, but it wouldn’t take me long to get everything off of her. With each step I took down the stairs, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I wanted to do to her. I know I said I would treat her right and I knew she assumed I’d be gentle, especially because of how prude she’s been acting, but I planned on doing so much more than she was ready for I wasn’t sure if she could even handle it. But I would make her endure through it. She’d love it, crave it, get used to it. Gibson was just jealous, he always was when he saw the girls I was with and Nina was no different. He gets so defensive and turns into a dick whenever I bring someone home.


Upon walking into my bedroom, I could tell Nina was still high strung about coming here with me. The look in her eyes of worry and anxiousness told me she was about to tell me no, changing her mind at the last minute, but I couldn’t let that happen. She’s the first girl that’s gone to such great lengths to make me happy and I hoped in this case, she’d still do the same.


I walked over to her slowly, my eyes running up and down her and I put my arms around her, pulling her close in a gentle manner. “Have I told you yet today how beautiful you are?” I asked softly, watching her lips turn up into a small smile. I needed her to be comfortable, help her feel wanted and needed in hopes of getting rid of some of her doubt. I couldn’t take hearing her tell me ‘no’ again, determined to make sure tonight would happen no matter what.

“Gareth.. I don’t know if-” I cut her off.

“Nina, just relax. It’ll be fun, I promise. Trust me, okay?” I added, feeling her hands come up and into my hair. I leaned down and kissed her lips, I could feel them trembling a little but I didn’t stop. My hands ran up her torso and I hooked the bottom of her shirt with my fingers, breaking the kiss for a moment to remove it and I lifted it over her head. After tossing it aside, I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, putting my lips to hers once more as I slid the straps down her arms and tossed it aside as well. 

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I lifted her up gently and put her down onto my bed, taking a step back for a moment and admiring the girl laying before me. “You’re perfect, Nina,” I said with a grin as I eyed her chest, shaking my head in slight disbelief. Her eyes showed she was a little embarrassed, I could tell she didn’t like me starring at her, but I couldn’t help it.

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I leaned forward and undid her pants, watching her face twist with emotion and I took hold of them as well as her panties and pulled them down at the same time, “Gareth, isn’t this a little fast?” She said in a quiet panic, watching my hands as I continued to pull her clothes all the way down her legs and dropping them to the floor. 

“Believe me, it won’t be fast,” I replied as I took my shirt off.

“But, Gareth..” She continued to try and oppose, but there was no stopping this now, not when I was this close.

“You wanna do this for me, don’t you? Don’t you wanna be with me, Nina?” I asked, testing her commitment to this and I watched as her face went disappointed in herself.

“Yes..” She answered weakly, my grin then returning and I removed my pants and underwear, putting on protection and climbing on top of her.

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As we started out, I’d give her what she wanted first. A gentle lover, one that showed care and safety. Nina was quiet at first, only panting heavily as she struggled to relax under my weight, but the more time I gave her as I dove into her slowly, the more she finally relaxed and tried to enjoy herself. After a while of being gentle, I tried to speed things up a bit and my pace grew quicker, hearing her mouth open more and she let out soft moans in response. Even through this, for as happy as I was when I had finally gotten her, I was still bored with this and wanted to be rougher. I wasn’t used to this kind of pleasure even though she seemed to be enjoying it greatly, but I could hardly say I felt the same. When I felt her body begin to quiver, I went a little quicker in hopes of making her orgasm before I was done with her.

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After feeling her finally cum, I didn’t let up. I positioned myself in a different manner and spread her legs farther, pulling her thighs and pushing myself into her rhythmically with such force that her moans grew loud and started turning into prolonged wails of either pleasure, pain, or both. I indulged for a long time, my pace remaining the same and Nina began calling out my name, but it wasn’t hard to realize that she was enjoying this less and less as I continued my much needed pace. Her hands gripped the bed in an attempt to keep herself from moving so much, yet it proved to be rather pointless. The force I gave caused her breasts to bounce harder and faster, watching her occasionally grabbing them on her own to help keep them still and lessen the undoubted pain they were in, but this only made me more excited. 


I tried to spread her legs even further, her knees growing close to touching the bed on each side of her and it was then that her wails and moans turned into cries and whimpers. I hated that I was getting close, this was actually turning into the most fun I’d had in a while and I didn’t want it to be over yet. I felt her loins tighten from her body giving release once more, unable to control herself and it was then that I was ready, delving as deep as I could and releasing into her.  

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After everything was over, I stood from the bed and walked to my pants on the ground, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the pocket and lighting one up. I took a long first drag, helping myself relax and regain composure after indulging in Nina. I glanced back at her a couple of times, seeing her sitting on the edge of the bed giving off a feeling of remorse and I sighed. I felt like she might cry after that. I tried to finish my cigarette before I heard the first sign of it and I didn’t have it in me to comfort her or hold her as she pitied herself. I put my cigarette out in the ashtray upon my dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants from it, putting them on and looking towards Nina once more, “You can sleep here, help yourself to any of my clothes to sleep in if you want,” I offered, not hearing her respond and I walked out of my room.

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I went upstairs and passed the kitchen, checking to see if Gibson was still awake, but I only saw Jess within the room sleeping on the sofa. I had to admit, I wanted to boast a little, rub it in his face that I had gotten some yet again when he hasn’t brought a girl home in what seems like weeks. Was he still mad at me? I might’ve gone a little too far when I took the girl from under him he was seeing a month ago, she slept with me while he was at work and he wasn’t too happy when he got home and saw her walking around the house in her underwear after the fact. 


I went outside and stood on the deck, leaning against the railing as I listened to the water. It was a cool night, cooler than I was used to in this hot climate. Moving here 5 years ago after everything that happened has been a good distraction, I’ve been enjoying myself thoroughly with all the tail that walks around town in small tops and short skirts. It’s been a while since I’ve taken the time to think about Bennu, living across town with Bahiti in a large house she had bought in order to be close to my Dad. I was surprised that she’s been staying with him, she has a strong heart and will and she has confidence that my Dad will get better, but I think she’s in for a long and disappointing journey. I doubt he’ll get better. The last time I visited him with Gibson was during Christmas six months ago and he never said a word to either of us. 

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None of us have seen Lucy ever since the day Detective Grander was interrogating him, we all were on the other side of the glass listening in on the questioning. After it was over, Lucy left the station and we haven’t seen her since. We guessed that she came to the house before skipping town, seeing a lot of her belongings gone from her room yet not even a note. I missed her. I wanted her to know that I’d still love to see her and see how she’s doing, I want her to know she doesn’t have to talk to or even see Dad if she visited, just so long as she spent some time with us. Bahiti has gotten even more reserved and she hardly leaves the house, losing trust in everyone since her own Father couldn’t be trusted anymore, deceiving us and lying to us that whole time about Lucy’s mom and grandmother. I had no explanation for it, I was just as shocked and confused as everyone else, but I’ve grown to learn to ignore it, he’s still my Dad. He’s still helped me more than he’s ever hurt me and I’m just glad it didn’t turn out any worse.

Generation 2, Chapter 20, Finale Pt 2 of 2

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This was it. I was done for. Here I thought nothing was going to happen.. I thought I could just ignore what I had done, but I was wrong. I couldn’t even figure out for myself what I had done or why I had done it. I know my father drove me to lash out, but he was never there.. He never was all of those times. It was just.. Me. How could I have been so angry to completely forget who I was talking to? Mrs. Hughes didn’t deserve what I had done to her, she didn’t deserve it at all. I wonder what was going through her mind when I was.. When I.. 

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I don’t know how I was able to fall asleep that night knowing all that I had done. Maybe I exhausted myself to sleep for how hard I was crying, with how hard I was trying to forget it, with how hard I was trying to act like nothing happened. It all caught up to me in the end though. The police barged into my home the next day. I remember lying in my bed after I had woken up to the sound of the police pounding on the door, they must’ve somehow turned off the front gate and overrode the settings, letting themselves in without so much as ringing the buzzer. The sound of the police pounding on the door echoed through the walls and even without being downstairs right then and there to answer it, the pounding was just as loud as I laid on my bed. I knew everyone was downstairs in the kitchen having breakfast without me like they had become accustom to doing and I knew that they didn’t even give enough time for Bennu to walk from the kitchen to the front door before I heard them bust in. I was surprisingly calm as I laid there, knowing what was coming, ready to accept what I had done and be arrested, but still.. I woke up exactly how I had fallen asleep, tears in my eyes and soaking my pillow. I ruined my life. I did this to myself. As much as I was trying my hardest to avoid everything, to avoid letting this darkness take me over, I failed. ..Horribly. 

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I could hear Bennu downstairs yelling at them, though I couldn’t make out her words clearly. I could also hear Lucy protesting to their barge in along with Gareth, too, assuming Bahiti and Gibson were too in shock to know how to react. I heard their footsteps climbing up the stairs as well as all throughout the house, no doubt searching for me. There was a heavy pound on the door to my bedroom and I didn’t bother getting up, I knew what was coming no matter what I would do, so I chose to stay in bed. I laid there for as long as they would let me. I laid there starring at the ceiling, thinking back on everything that I had done with my life, with my children, with my whole family.. Despite everything that had happened, it was a good life, at least as good of a life that I myself could’ve lived. I didn’t deserve any better, in my mind I was even beneath my wife and children, they were too good for me to have..

Back at the house, I shut my eyes when the door was busted open, taking one last whiff of the bedroom, filling my mind with thoughts of my beautiful wife and trying to put myself somewhere else, anywhere else. One last good memory before they take me away.. I heard guns being drawn on me and someone telling me to get on the ground with my hands behind my head, but I didn’t want to move. I opened my eyes and was ripped away from my good memory when a few officers pulled me off the bed and threw me to the floor, pinning me and pulling my hands behind my back to cuff me. They pulled me from my home, reading me my rights. I looked to my children as I was escorted out, one by one, seeing Bahiti crying, Gibson trying to comfort her, Gareth and Lucy yelling at the officers telling them to let me go, asking what I had done to deserve this.. The only eye contact I made was with Bennu and she just watched in horror, I could tell by reading her face that she knew I had done something terrible, but refusing to believe it was anything to this magnitude. Oh, how wrong she was..

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The door opened to the silent room I was in, no windows, no nothing.. Just a place for me to stew in my head. I heard the door shut behind whoever had entered and I didn’t bother looking up, I already knew who it was..

“Is this where you expected to end up?” Detective Reed Grander wondered, but I didn’t reply. “You know.. I always suspected something was off about you. Given your family history, in my mind something was bound to happen eventually.. It was just a matter of time,” he continued. I still didn’t bother to say anything, keeping my gaze upon the top of the lonely table. “Nothing to say I see.. Is there a reason you’re so tight lipped right now? I’d think that you’d be trying your hardest to maybe explain yourself so you could get outta here.. Tell me you didn’t do it.. Anything really. But, it seems like you’re not doing that because you actually did it, am I wrong?”

“You sound like you’ve figured it all out already, so why even try..?” I barely asked, “What’s the point of trying to squirm my way out of this when I know exactly what happened and why I did it.. But, even if I told you, you’d never believe me.. And I’d never get myself out of what I put myself in.. So, again, what’s the point?” I continued, looking up to him finally and making eye contact.

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“You look different.. Older. More worn down..” He replied.

“So do you..” I retorted.

I heard him let out a soft chuckle before continuing, “What’s the matter, Jason? We’ve been through a lot together already. Why are you holding back?”

“I’m not holding back anything.. I’m just not saying certain things because I know none of it would make sense to you, and I would still be in the same place that I am now.. Besides, shouldn’t I be in a prison outfit? That’s where I’m going, am I not?” I asked with anger in my undertone.

“Well, that’s simple.. When you were in the holding cell, don’t you remember rambling on and on about your father? Telling us that he was the one that made you do this? You had a pretty violent outburst, too, while in there. You needed to be sedated.”

“I.. I don’t remember that..” I replied.

“Oh, you don’t remember screaming that your father, who’s been dead for over 35 years, was the one that told you to kill Mrs. Elaine Hughes?” He asked, though I could sense the sarcasm in his tone.

“No, I don’t remember that.. And I didn’t say that, I know it.. He didn’t tell me to kill her.. I was..” I stopped, realizing he was trying his best to get me confused, trying to get me to blurt everything out, but it was harder than he made it seem. “He didn’t tell me to kill her..” I repeated.

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“Then what did he do? What did you do? You acted alone then? Of your own free will? Your fingerprints are everywhere, the bruises on her neck are a match to your hand size and you have faint marks on your wrists under those handcuffs that are a sign of a struggle.. She tried so hard to get you to stop, what kept you from stopping? Surely she was screaming, or at least trying to.. You didn’t hear it, or did you ignore it?” He asked.

“Like I said.. It’s too hard to explain and you’d never believe me..” I replied, turning my head to the left and looking to the wall that I knew was a two way mirror, wondering who was on the other side listening in.

“I have all the time in the world to try and understand where you’re coming from.. And you have all the time in the world, too, to try and explain yourself.. Why’d you kill her?”

“I didn-” I stopped, knowing by how he was responding already that even if we were here for weeks, he could never put himself in my shoes for even but a moment. “I wasn’t trying to kill her..”

“Then who? Who were you trying to kill?”

“..I told you.. You’d never be able to understand..” I replied quietly.

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“Try me..” He challenged, yet it didn’t come off as such. It was as if he actually wanted to know, as if he wanted to sympathize for me. But, who was I kidding.. Even if I did tell him the whole truth, everything from the beginning, I’d still end up in the same place. I’d still end up rotting in a cell, or worse, rotting in a room surrounded by white padded walls. 

“I just want to see my family..” I ignored his proposal, seeing his expression turning rather reluctant and he shook his head.

“No.. That’s not an option right now, Jason.. You can already assume that you have no visiting rights right now given the degree of what you’ve done. There’s honestly no telling what could happen. So, I’m sorry to say, but you won’t be seeing any of them anytime soon,” he replied and my heart dropped in the pit of my stomach.

“I can’t see my own wife!?” I called out angrily. I knew I was in more trouble than I could handle, but all I wanted to do was talk to my wife.. I wanted to explain myself to her more than I did to the detective.

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“No, sorry.. You can’t,” he replied, “You’re in confinement.. You’re not allowed visitors, you’re too dangerous and I can’t risk the lives of your family..”

“You really think that I would hurt her?” I asked, my tone quiet and filled with grief. I waited for a response from him, but didn’t receive one, “Do you really think I’d harm any of my children?”

“I honestly don’t know what to think right now, Jason.. You haven’t told me a single thing yet. You just keep saying how I won’t understand, no one can understand what you did or why, but that’s what I’m here to figure out.. In my eyes right now, in everyone’s eyes, you’re a murderer. You killed your daughter’s grandmother, and now that I look back on a few things, I even have reason to believe that you might have even killed her mother.. You remember Lana, don’t you? Your two’s past was pretty rocky, was it not?”

“I..” My voice stopped. I was going to stick up for myself, deny me killing Lana, but I couldn’t.. I just couldn’t say the words. They already have evidence of me killing Mrs. Hughes, what’s the point of denying Lana’s death when I’m going to get life in prison, anyways? What’s one more murder? Either way I look at it, even if I were to get off in fifteen or so years, no one would feel the same regardless. Lucy would still hate me, she’ll probably never talk to me again.. Bahiti will be too scared of me.. Gareth and Gibson will either be grief stricken, angry and appalled, or worse, inspired by my actions.. And Bennu? Who knew. I assumed she would most likely want a divorce. Even if she still wanted to be with me, there’s no telling what could happen should I ever be let out. What if it was her I was talking to instead of Mrs. Hughes? Would I have done the same thing? Would my mind have gone to my father again? In the end, I guess the Detective was right, there is something wrong with me. The detective was right, too, to question whether or not I might hurt my own family.. Even if I had no intention of hurting them, there’s no telling what I would do. There’s no telling what could happen.

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“You.. What?” Detective wondered, wanting me to continue where I had stopped myself. 

“I, um..” I began again, adjusting myself a little and the sound on the handcuffs around my wrists jingled a little, constantly keeping me from thinking of anything else. I fidgeted, I didn’t know what to do with my hands or any part of my body, there was nothing I could do that he wouldn’t pay attention to. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I didn’t even think that there was anything for me to be concerned about. I had a pretty normal life for the most part.. Well, no.. That’s a lie. My life has never been normal, or easy, the farthest from it, actually..” I continued, letting out a pathetic chuckle at myself. 

“I don’t think anyone really has an easy life. Or at least if it comes off as such, they’re lying to themselves,” Detective Grander replied.

“I’ve been seeing things my whole life. When I was a boy, I saw a dog, one that I’m convinced my father had killed in cold blood.”

“Like a ghost?”

“I guess.. Yeah, like a ghost.. After my father had blown up our old house and killed himself and my mother, I never saw the dog again. After I had found out about the birth of my daughter from my wife now, I started seeing my father. Bennu and I had gotten into a fight, or rather, she kicked me out of her apartment when I told her about Faline and my other children. I went to the cemetery like I always do when I’m upset. I go there to vent to my mother, but of course not literally.. I talk to her headstone. I didn’t even believe it myself at first when I saw my father there. He showed up only a few times as the years passed, mostly only when I was angry or sad. But, it became more and more frequent to the point where it was every day.. Once, twice, maybe even three times. I talked to him more than I talked to wife and children and he was never even there. I regret a lot of things in my life, but I could never regret the choices I made that led up to each of my children. They’re the only thing I’m ever completely sure about.”

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“Do you regret killing Lana and her mother?” He asked and I widened my eyes as I felt anger built up inside of me.

“I never admitted to that!” I called out, “You’re putting words in my mouth when I’m just trying to explain myself!”

“What are you explaining yourself for if you claim you didn’t do anything wrong?” He wondered and I sighed harshly, he knew exactly what he was doing and even with me trying to hardest to avoiding a confession, it seems that I’ve already said too much anyways.

“Fine! You want to hear it? I killed Lana! I killed her mother, too! Lana had it fucking coming because she was a controlling, jealous bitch who only wanted my money, lied about Lucy being my daughter and then threatening to take her away from me when I had done everything in my power to keep them provided for! Mrs. Hughes didn’t deserve what I did, though! I never wanted to hurt her, I went to her for help, for Christ’s sake and look what I did!” I blurted out, “My father wasn’t the one who told me to kill them, I killed Lana myself, it wasn’t until a few days later that I remembered what I had done.. I had blacked out. I should’ve turned myself in, but how could I? I had Lucy and the twins to take care of at the time. If I had turned myself in, Lucy would’ve had no one but her real dead beat father who didn’t even fucking want her..”

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I continued my angry rant, “Mrs. Hughes should still be alive, though, I regret what I did to her more.. The few times I’ve gone to her, she liked to put me under, hypnotize me.. But, this time when she did it, I woke up in a different state, everything felt heavy, it was this indescribable presence that made me uncomfortable. But, when I looked to where Mrs. Hughes was sitting, it wasn’t her.. It was my father..”

“So, was it Mrs. Hughes talking as your father, or was it his own words? You’re own words?” He asked.

“It was him..”

“And what did he say?”

“I’d rather not repeat his words..” I somewhat requested, feeling uncomfortable telling him that I had thoughts of killing my own sons, even after praising them so much in front of the detective.

“Well, I suppose I don’t really need to know, seeing as it still wouldn’t change where you’re going,” the Detective replied.

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I looked to him once more and swallowed hard, “Where am I going?”

“I guess there’s no easy way of saying this, but you’re going to be living in a facility that helps people like you. There’s clearly something amiss, you’re not just some guy who goes around killing people for pleasure or just for the hell of it. You need to be rehabilitated, get your anger in check and also your head.. I don’t know how long you’ll be there, that’s up to your progress, I suppose.. But, hey, at least it’s not prison,” he replied. I was in shock, I always knew there was something wrong with me, I always knew subconsciously that I wasn’t all there in the head, but hearing it outright like that and it being spoken of so bluntly from him hit me like a brick wall.

“What, like an.. An asylum?” I questioned, watching him stand there without a response, “Will I at least get to see my family before I go?”

“Maybe.. I like you, Jason, even despite what you’ve done. You seem like a really good guy who just can’t control himself.. I’ll see if I can put in a good word for you so you can see them before you go, I make no promises though..”

“Oh.. All right, thanks, I guess.. Um, when will I go? Where is it?”

“Pretty soon, probably within the next few days. You’ll be in a holding cell by yourself until we can transfer you, so you won’t have to worry about other people and so we don’t have to worry about you hurting anyone else. And where you’re headed is a little place just outside of the town Lucky Palms, Arizona. Only a few hours from here. It’s nice, a good place for people to heal.”

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I hung my head and starred at my lap, this was all a little hard to take in and accept, but I assumed it was the best for me. He was right, I’m not a man that craves blood or craves killing people, it just happens.. I was the last thing on my mind, I didn’t care what happened to me, all I wanted was my family to not have to be put through this, but there was no avoiding it now. I already made their lives harder because of what I had done. I had made their lives more complicated and there was no way for me to avoid it. As much as I had tried to steer myself clear of making problems, things only got worse. 

“Everything is going to be fine, Jason.. Just have a positive attitude and be open to change, have an open mind about going to this place so you can get help so that you don’t have to live your whole life there without the ones you love most,” the Detective continued, but I still continued to hang my head in shame. There was so much for me to do in order to help myself get better, but I still couldn’t help in thinking how my family is going to react to hearing the truth and everything that I had done. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. 

“Thank you, Detective..”

“For what?”

“I.. I don’t know. I just feel like it needed to be said.”

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There was a long silence before he finally answered me, “Good luck with everything, Jason..” He replied, turning around then and making his way out of the room.

I slowly shut my eyes and tried to take a few long, deep breathes. I needed to keep my wits about me now more than ever. Keep quiet, keep calm, just breathe.. But, how can I keep calm when I’m going to an asylum? How is being around crazy people supposed to help me? I’m not crazy, I just.. I see things. Things that aren’t real and aren’t there.. That doesn’t make someone crazy, right? Well, I guess apparently to them it does. What the hell is my family going to think?

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Lucy is never going to forgive me.. Never. Bahiti will always be frightened of me, she’s already quiet enough as it is. Such a sweet and innocent girl being forced to deal with a father that’s been committed of murder. I can’t possibly think what’s going through the minds of my boys.. If they’ve done things similar already, which I still was never completely sure about, are they going to take after me like I did with my father and the fathers before them? I was unsure about the boys, but I knew my girls will never get over this. And Bennu.. I’ve never loved someone as much as I love her. She’s my everything, and I’ll most likely lose her because of everything I’ve done. No matter how I look at it, I’ll always be alone now. No one can save me now, not even myself.

I put my arms up on the table and leaned over, my arms supporting my weight as I sat there and let it all sink in, “This was it..” I quietly told myself.

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“I’ll always be here for you, Jason.”

End of Generation 2.

Generation 2, Chapter 20, Finale Pt 1 of 2

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I always told myself I hated coming here, to the one spot where I knew there was nothing I could do to change anything, but I still kept coming back. No matter how much I starred at my mother’s grave, I knew I’d never see her again. Yet, when I looked at my father’s headstone, why was he the only one that chose to show themselves? Why not my mother? Out of all the advice I could ever think of asking for, she was the one I wanted solace from, the only one who could calm me back down to a more rational state. Out of all the people in my life, my mother was the only one who’s opinion mattered to me. Even my own wife couldn’t do my mind justice and so far, it seemed a little weird to me that even she couldn’t since I’ve been with her for more years than I ever even knew my mother. But, like the old saying goes, mother knows best, I don’t plan on disappointing her anymore. I admit that looking back on all of it now, if I had never lost my parents, my life would more than likely be completely different and probably going up a more genuine and fulfilling path with less chaos and torment, but there was no way to change any of that now. I am where I am, but that’s what scares me so much, too.

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The annoying rain didn’t help my already agitated mood. I should be happy, my father hasn’t showed his soul-quivering face around me since the night that Lucy had gotten home from college, which was roughly a week ago and she’s back there now to take her finals. But what bothered me more was why he suddenly just stopped. He goes as far as to come back from the dead and toy with me from beyond the grave after all the pain he’s already caused me and my sisters. And now, he’s nowhere to be found. What the hell is he trying to prove to me? Why does he try so hard to go out of his way to treat me like this? 

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I came here to talk to my mother, to let go of some stress and to maybe feel like I have nothing to worry about when seeing Mrs. Hughes after all of these years. I took Lucy’s advice and knew something wasn’t right, but I haven’t told anyone that I’m trying to seek help again like when I was little. I wanted to come here and tell my mother my plan to get better, how I won’t let anyone else but me control my life, but I can’t focus. Every glance that I try not to do towards my father’s grave only makes me think about him more and wonder why, out of the passed 4 years of constant torment, was he not here now? I don’t know how long I was standing there, feeling my expressions turn from one emotion to the next as I try to contemplate if I’m doing the right thing. When my father was around, he tried to convince me to do the most unthinkable things and it helped me say no to not only him, but to myself as well. But now, without him here, telling me either to go to Mrs. Hughes or don’t, I don’t know if what I’m about to do is going to be what he wanted or not.

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The longer I stood there, the more I realized that nothing was going to become of itself unless I act. As I looked down to my parent’s graves, the ground below me getting softer and I had sunken in a little to the soil soaked by rain, I decided that it was finally time to leave and try to figure out if going to Mrs. Hughes was the best thing for me. Maybe if I went there just once and see how it went, things might get better, or things might get worse. If they get worse or if I don’t feel some kind of change, I just won’t go there again. If things go well, then maybe there still is a chance for me to let all of this go and just live out a normal life with my family.

I left their graves and went back to my car, turning it on and letting the inside warm up a little before making the fifteen minute drive into the city to see Mrs. Hughes. Even as my fingers grew warm and the heat had brought me back to a comfortable temperature, my hands shook the slightest bit and I rubbed my hands together roughly to get it to stop, or at least to keep me from seeing it.

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I got to Mrs. Hughes’ office and walked in, shutting the door behind me as to not let in anymore of the chilly winds from outside. A grimace took over my face when I looked around and up towards the second floor where I knew she was. I looked back briefly towards the front door and did just as I did when I was here as a child, I looked back at it and contemplated bolting out and not giving this a chance at all. But, the moment I did, I could hear the secretary calling out my name to say Mrs. Hughes was ready for our appointment. My mother was the majority of the reason why I came here in the first place. She’d want me to go. I guess I have my mother’s intuition when it comes to knowing something isn’t quite right with me.

The secretary wasn’t here today. It being a Saturday, this might be her day off, so was Mrs. Hughes here all on her own? The door was open, but maybe they just forgot to lock it? 

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I finally made my hesitant ascent up the stairs and could almost hear my mothers footsteps going up the steps before me, waiting for her to reach back and tousle my hair as to calm me down, knowing I didn’t want to do this. But, I felt nothing. I stepped down the hallway and stopped at Mrs. Hughes’ door, but before going in, I looked over towards the couch by the window and could picture my mother sitting there just as she had done before. I had asked her why she wasn’t coming with me, but she told me I needed privacy. I could hear the next thing she said to me back then over and over in my head now, “Go on, it’ll be fine. I’ll be right out here if you need anything at all..”

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Her words were like a symphony now instead of how it sounded like just a sweet lullaby back then. I could picture her encouraging smile, hear the hum of her soft nature as she gestures me to go forward. At first I was nervous, ashamed a little, even terrified that whatever I said wouldn’t stay behind this closed door and somehow my father would know and only resent me more. My mother’s words repeated again and I took a deep breath, feeling the nerves within me calming again and I was ready to step through the door of the office and try to get help for myself.

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I opened the door slowly and quietly, seeing that the light in her office was on and I knew she was there. I opened it more and the door didn’t so much as creek in the slightest, keeping my presence unknown for the time being. I saw Mrs. Hughes sitting on her sofa, the one I had sat on so long ago and old memories filled my mind as I looked around the room. The room still smelled of old lady perfume that seemed to have gotten more potent and aged over the years, just as Mrs. Hughes had. The last time I had seen her it was at Lana’s funeral and we only had a few-minute chat and then I left. 

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I shut the door behind me quietly and Mrs. Hughes still seemed to not notice me, continuing to stick her nose in the book she was reading and I stepped more into the room. I cleared my throat louder than needed and she looked up, closing her book and adjusting her glasses to try better at making out who I was. “Yes? Can I help you?” She asked and it took me a moment to speak up.

“Mrs. Hughes, it’s Jason.. Dubois?” I eventually replied. 

She squinted her eyes a little to help focus better and soon a smile spread across her lips, “Jason! It’s wonderful to see you!” She said happily, catching me off guard a little, but I soon smirked in return as to not be impolite.

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Mrs. Hughes made her way over to me, holding out her arms and requesting a hug as she continued talking, “My goodness, it’s been years since I’ve seen you. How have you been?” She asks as I hug her in return warmly.

“I’ve been all right.. Lucy is taking her finals now in college.. So are the twins and my youngest daughter in high school.. I couldn’t be more proud, I know they’ll all do wonderful,” I replied with a confident grin.

“My gosh, are they all to that point already? It must be driving you mad with all those young adults running around the house,” she said with a gentle cackle.

“Oh, it’s not so bad.. I love having them around, even if Bennu and I want to rip our hair out sometimes,” I replied with a chuckle, “Enough about me, how about yourself?” I wondered back.

“Good.. Very good, don’t worry about an old woman like me when you already have enough on your shoulders.. You seem well, though, you get more and more handsome every time I see you,” she compliments and I let out a soft chuckle.

“Not as beautiful as you with each passing day,” I replied.

“Oh, come now..” She contested with rosy cheeks, “Well, don’t let my blabbering keep you from making yourself at home. Please, sit, dear,” she offers and I nod in acceptance.

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I took a seat where she was upon the sofa and she took the single chair to my left, the one she always sat in during any of her sessions. “So what brings you back here at this time? Usually I don’t make appointments on Saturdays and just look over my patient files. Or, like you’ve caught me, catching up on a relaxing read,” she chuckled gently.

“Oh, well I apologize for intruding. I was just hoping to catch you and maybe ask for a little help. Like old times,” I answered and her wide smile faded just slightly.

“Like old old times?” She questioned and I nodded. “Well then, please.. Continue. What’s on your mind? The last thing was discussed was you talking about your father, we even tried the hypnosis, didn’t we?”

“Yeah, I don’t remember what happened though. You’ll have to remind me,” I replied and she nodded slowly, her eyes wandering around the room as she tried to remember.

“Well.. While in hypnosis, you were in your bedroom and there was a baby boy crying. You couldn’t open the door to leave, you heard your father talking to someone, a dog barking. Your father came in to calm the baby and to get him to go back to sleep. You got a little rattled, hearing your father coming back up the stairs after leaving the room and you hid in a corner. You said the dog sounded scared. That’s when you started not to respond calmly anymore and I was forced to wake you up.” She replied and I was impressed by how much she remembered of the situation for it being almost 35 years ago.

“I had been seeing the dog before my mother brought me here, that’s the biggest reason why we came..” I honestly answered, “I still saw him after I left here and he helped my sisters and I escape my house before, from what I’ve come to believe, my father was able to blow it up. I still don’t know if my sisters were telling the truth, that they really did see the dog like I did, or if they were only humoring me.. But, either way, we got out.”

Mrs. Hughes seemed bothered by the news, but she didn’t act on whatever she was honestly thinking, “So, are you seeing the dog again? Is he what brought you here for more help?” She asked and I withdrew from her a little, looking down to my lap and eventually shaking my head ‘no’.

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“Then, what is it, Jason?” She continued.

It took me a moment to reply, she would only think I was crazy, but then again, I came here to get help and withholding anything now would render this visit pointless. “I’ve been, um.. Seeing my father, instead..”

“I see. What does he say to you? How often does he just show up?” She wondered, seemingly not wavered by my words, so I continued with less hesitation.

“He’s.. He’s been telling me to do things that I just can’t do. But it’s driving me up a wall because no matter how many times I say no, he continues to persist as if I’ve never told him no in the first place. It’s an ongoing loop that just never seems to stop.. He used to show up only every now and then, but the more years pass, the more I see him, and I’ve been seeing him for a while every day up until about a week ago.”

“Well, if he’s gone now, then why have you come? Do you think he’ll come back at some point, maybe you won’t have control?” She wondered and I thought for a moment before finally nodding.

“Yeah, I just.. I don’t know what’ll happen the next time I see him, or if I’ll be able to stop whatever he tells me to do,” I replied.

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“Well, how do you usually feel when your father comes? Are you sad or angry? Lonely?” She asks and I think for a moment.

“I’m never lonely or really that sad. I suppose it’s when I’m stressed or mad,” I reply.

“So you’re already angry when he shows up and he only increases your anger then, would you say that’s correct?”

“Yeah.” I replied quickly, seeing that maybe we were getting somewhere.

“It seems to me that you still hold on to your father more than you may think. As much as you might resent him, hasn’t he been someone that you’ve maybe strived for approval from?” She suggested and I grew a little angered. “I know you may be a little reluctant to believe this, but maybe you wanting to make your father proud is passed the time you’re able to, so you go to him now for approval since you didn’t get to when you were a child. All you did was stay away from one another, but didn’t you always, somewhere deep down, want to find a happy medium with him?” She continued. As much as I hated to think about it, the last time I saw my father was when he and my mother were telling my sisters and I goodnight before he carried out his gruesome plan. I had asked them for a puppy, something to distract me from seeing Archor and my parents had agreed, my father was first to say yes. He compromised for me, agreed to give me something that would make me happy and maybe even like him more, but at the same time, I feel like he was only doing that to give us something happy to think about when we went to bed before he murdered us all. Mrs. Hughes’ voice snapped me out of my thoughts, “Jason, would you want to try hypnosis once again? We seemed to get pretty far when you were a child, maybe we could surface some more things now that you’ve matured?” She offered and I nodded, agreeing to her logic and we went through the routine there was to put me under.

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“Jason..? Can you hear me?”


“Where are you? What do you see?”

“I’m in the backyard. My mother is scattering hay for her horse. She takes a break and looks over to me. Her smile is as bright as the sun.”

“How old are you?

“I.. I think I’m 5.”

“Good.. What else do you see?”

“My mother comes over to me and throws me around. I’m laughing.. She takes me inside and puts me on the couch to watch TV. My father is in the kitchen and she goes to him, but they.. They start fighting.”

“Why? What are they talking about?”

“I can’t hear them. My father’s voice is so low, my mother only speaks a loud whisper so I don’t hear.”

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“What’s happening now?”

“I get off the couch. I’m mad. Madder than I’ve ever been.”

“What do you do? Why are you mad?”

“I go towards the kitchen. I want to stop their fighting. I want my father away from her.”

“Jason, it’s all right.. Calm down,” Mrs. Hughes says as I can feel myself squirm in discomfort.

“It’s my first time standing up to him. I want him to stop, but he grabs her arm. I’m scared.”

“Scared? Scared of your father? Scared for your mother? Yourself?”

“I.. I just want him to stop.. Stop it! STOP!”

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My eyelids flew open and the whole room had changed. I felt.. So different. My entire body was hot with rage. I could remember Mrs. Hughes and I talking, I was calm.. Yet out of nowhere there was this anger inside of me that I couldn’t extinguish. I was out of my realm of comfort. I had felt this before.. But where? When? ..Why?

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“Do you feel it?” I heard Mrs. Hughes voice, yet it felt as if my ears had been plugged and her words were muffled.  I could make out what she was saying, but barely.

“Feel.. What?”  I asked, blinking harshly a few times as I looked to her and I sat up slowly. I looked around the room, noticing that the whole room had grown heavy and it seemed as if gravity had increased tenfold. It was hard to move, like how you feel in a dream, like when you want to do something so bad but your blows are lessened greatly and it feels as if you’re causing no change at all.

“The anger.. That hate.. You feel that, don’t you?” She asked, yet her voice grew deeper and more menacing. 

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I looked back to where Mrs.Hughes was sitting and my eyes widened in shock when I saw my father, “How do you feel, son?” He asked, his voice getting less muffled and easier to hear as he continued his words, “Do you feel at ease where you are?”

“No.. Of course not. I feel terrible,” I replied angrily, “Why the hell are you here!? Now out of all times to show up!” I yelled.

“Calm down, Jason.. You’re only acting on what you’ve been feeling from day one. Hatred.”

“Shut up! Why are you here? Where is Mrs. Hughes!?” I demanded to know.

“She’s here. But she can’t help you anymore. Only I can. Weren’t you worried that you’d never see me again?”

“Pah! Don’t put yourself so high on a pedestal, you piece of garbage,” I replied angrily.

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“Come now, Jason.. I can’t be all that bad. You once wanted to accept me just as much as you wanted acceptance from me, is that not true?” I held my tongue, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he much desired. “See? Even now you dare not talk back to me when you were so willingly able to when you were younger. You just wanted attention, didn’t you? ..Well, now you have it.” He continued.

I didn’t know what to say really. That could’ve been the right answer, then again I was never sure of what I wanted.. I was too young to realize, but now at a grown age, not knowing anything that may have been, I had no idea what I wanted from him anymore. “Why are you here? What the hell do you want..?” I asked in a defeated tone, my comprehension of things seemingly at a loss.

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“You know damn well what I want!” He raised his voice, stirring me a little and I hate to admit that I flinched in fright towards him, “You know what you must do yet you refuse to admit it!”

“I will not kill my children!” I yelled back, recalling what he has always told me now, “I’m not you! I can’t act on something when I don’t believe it! I’m not crazy, and neither are my boys. Just leave them out of it. Leave them out of it all!”

“Like I have a choice! If it were up to me, I’d let them live. But they are an abomination. So are you, and so am I! Stop denying it and see it for what everything really is, dammit! Stop being so stupid and get rid of the things that are only going to cause more pain like everyone else in this family before you has done!” He called back, refusing to back down from what he’s been telling me for the passed 4 years of first seeing him.

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“No..” I tried to reply calmly, “Nothing you can say will make me change my mind about my sons or my own life,” I replied, seeing him get more angered and he stood to his feet. Adrenaline forced itself throughout my body and I wanted to stand as intimidatingly as he had, yet for some reason I couldn’t move my legs. 

“How dare you talk to me like I am a stranger passing you by on the sidewalk! I am your father and you will do as I say! Whether you choose to believe it or not, this is the truth and it is what needs to be done, Jason! The sooner you realize that, the better!” He yelled back, his booming voice no different and still completely terrifying just as it was when I was a child. But, I wasn’t a child anymore, I had my own family to protect and he hasn’t been a part of it ever since he died when I was still but a few years younger than being a teen. I’ve told him no before, I can do it again.

“Everything is my choice now, my decision! Not yours! These are not your children to just do as you wish with them and cast them out like a common piece of trash!” I retaliated.

“Don’t worry Jason, since you’re not man enough to do it, I’ll just have to do everything myself!” He threatened, catching my full attention. I knew he wasn’t real, I knew he wasn’t there, but his words were something I couldn’t escape and just what he’s been able to do to me proved that maybe he could do worse to my children. I grew.. So angry.. So, so enraged.

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“You.. Will not, touch them!” I yelled with a voice I was unfamiliar with myself, even though it came from me. I jumped up from my seat upon the sofa and lunged at him, quicker than he could react and before he could stop me, my right hand was tightly clenching his throat and I refused to let go. His hand clawed at my wrist, but it held tight even under his immense pressure in trying for it to stop and I could feel my grip only tightening around the strained tendons in his neck. I never wanted him to get away, not this time, not again. He can’t leave me now and I finally have him where I want him. He’s at my every whim, he’s at my mercy where there is absolutely none and I hope he soon realizes that there is no hope for him anymore. There is no getting out of this. What happens, happens, and what happens is final. I won’t let him control me anymore.

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I managed to keep my grip on his throat but the more he pulled back, the more I lost my balance and I tumbled slightly over the fabric covered table that doubled as a coffee stand, falling over him but making complete sure that my hand never let up upon his throat. I fell over the coffee table and on top of him, straddling him and my left hand was then brought to his throat without a second thought. I clenched as hard as I could, hearing his throat gurgle and beg for air, but the more air he let escape from his lungs, the tighter my grip became and it was impossible for him to breathe. He reached out, flailing his arms and squirming his legs as if to try to get free, but the struggle he put up for air was more than the struggle to get free, causing him to ultimately give in to me and cease fighting.

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It took longer than I’d like to admit to make sure my father was dead for the second time, and for good. The moment I felt his last dying breath, I felt calm, almost euphoric in a way and I couldn’t describe how happy I was. I was nostalgic. I couldn’t feel his strong struggling heartbeat under my fingertips anymore but I continued my wrath, making sure there was no return after he had fallen unconscious. For the first time in my life, I was proud of myself. I even maybe thought that my father himself would be proud of me for overcoming such a terrible, gut-wrenching obstacle. Is it all over? Am I.. Can I go on with my life? Can I live without you on my shoulder every day now? Please, let it be true.. I shut my eyes for a long moment, trying to gather myself as I still knelt over my once again dead father, trying to breathe, trying to make sense of everything. But, I opened my eyes and the last thing I had ever wanted lying before me upon the hard, thin carpeted ground.

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“M-M.. M-Mrs.. Mrs. Hughes..?” My throat caught multiple times, speaking in a struggled whisper as a gasp then engulfed my lungs.

         She was dead..

I had killed her..


But.. No! She was.. My father was.. He was there! He was.. He was the one I was strangling the life out of.. He was the one that drove me to this.. He..

       He won..

He had finally won..

                He showed me who I was..

He proved to me that I’m no better than him, I’m no better than my murderous sons..


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“O-Oh, God.. What.. What have I done!?” I called out, scooting as fast as I could away from Mrs. Hughes’ limp body until my back reached the softened coffee table. This.. This is what my father wanted, he wanted to show me what I was capable of when everything was out of my own control. This.. This needs to stop! How do I stop it? “Oh, God..”

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I couldn’t fully grasp what I was looking at. I had killed Lana, and now I’ve killed her mother, the woman that introduced me to her daughter and I thought I had fallen in love with. It was a false love, but what else do you feel when you’re so close to someone and find out they’re pregnant with your child, even to find out later in life that it’s not yours? I was thinking of everything.. Why did Lana trick me? Why did I act like I never knew Lucy wasn’t mine when I knew she wasn’t from the very beginning? Why did I continue to nurture them both when neither of them technically were my responsibility? Why did I murder Lana? Why is Lucy still here? Why does she love me after what I’ve done to her and hers? “What do I d-do now?” I continued to quiver and contemplate what I should do. There was nothing else I could do. She was dead, I made sure of that thanks to my father. There was no bringing her back and I didn’t know what to do.. What do I do!?

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I.. I panicked. I’m a coward, over emotional.. I can’t handle this.. I just can’t! I stood quickly from the floor, jumping over Mrs. Hughes’ still limp body and I rushed out of the door. Tears still falling down my face, I didn’t know what to think or how to grasp myself back on solid land when everything felt so thick and made of mold. Each step that I took running away from her felt as if I was running through sand. That hard, forced, muscular pace I needed to keep up weighed down on my thighs and it was hard.. So, so hard to get away from it.

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Running down the stairs felt like running down a rocky waters edge leading down to a deep pool in which you’ll never get out of. My feet kept slipping and I couldn’t seem to get a good grip anywhere.. On the way down the stairs, I contemplated stopping, calling the police, telling them I found her this way, but I couldn’t.. I just couldn’t.. I couldn’t look at her lifeless body again and I couldn’t talk to anyone about what I had seen. I couldn’t lie. I was too fucked up now to even try to be good at it. I’d fail. I’d be the laughing stock. The moment I reached the bottom of the stairs, I knew there was no going back. The moment my feet hit the carpet, I dashed through the small lobby and rushed out the door, running to my car and pulling out my keys from my pocket, yet stumbling to stop my fast pace when they fell to the grass from losing my shaky-handed grip on them. I knelt down quickly and gripped my keys along with a handful of grass and dirt, continuing to race to my car then and I pressed the unlock button as hard as I could multiple times. I got into the car and slammed the door shut, my quickened breathes making my chest work harder than normal and I felt as if I could vomit at any moment.

I’m panicking.. Slow down.. Calm down.. You didn’t..

“You didn’t mean to kill her.. It.. It was an accident..” I said out loud quietly to myself, hoping it would calm me, but it only did a little and not nearly as much as I needed it to. I started the car and backed out as calmly as I could, only to almost back into oncoming traffic that I either failed to acknowledge or even care was there. I had no idea what state I was in. I was bothered beyond belief, I could barely drive, and I had just killed someone.. 

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The only place that I saw fit to hide my dismay was my own home.. By this time, the twins were either sleeping or still out doing whatever they do.. Bahiti was for sure asleep, and Bennu was either asleep on the big couch in the living room from watching a movie, or she was asleep in our bedroom.. Knowing my family, I knew the boys weren’t home, I knew Bahiti was asleep, and for how long I’ve been gone, Bennu was asleep on the cough in the living room. I could go upstairs without a fuss and I could hopefully gather my thoughts and try to think of what to do with all that has happened. I pulled into the driveway, waiting for the stupid gate that opens for what it seems three inches a minute and I finally pulled in after my car could fit through the very small opening that I couldn’t wait to get any wider. 

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I came in through the front door silently and I heard nothing throughout the house, causing me to lessen my panic only slightly and I rushed upstairs with light feet, barely causing a sound on the steps I touched. I finally reached my room, running in and closing the door quickly yet quietly and I noticed that I was right, Bennu was probably asleep downstairs on the couch and I could let loose. My eyes never stopped watering, yet once I realized I was alone, my tears fell harder than ever and I couldn’t stop them.. I was horrified by what I had let happen, but more so on what I had done to my daughter.. My little Princess Lucy.. I had killed her mother.. And now, I’ve killed her only other relative that was close to her.. What kind of person am I? …Is this what I was always meant to do? Is this what my father has wanted me to be..? Nothing more than a plain old insane killer?

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I could barely breathe, I could barely contain myself. My knees buckled and I couldn’t support my own weight anymore. I had.. I had just killed someone.. I had just killed someone. My father warned me of with so many times before.. “Just off yourself! Everything will be fine if you’re gone!” Maybe he was right..? Maybe I should’ve just taken my own life. Maybe I could’ve stopped it all together. My sons, they’re.. They’re killers.. I’m a killer.. I’m the one everyone should be afraid of, not my father that no one else can see but myself.. I’m trying to protect my family, trying to protect all that I have left, yet I just killed someone wrongfully for what my father put into my head.. What the hell am I? What the fuck am I supposed to do with this kind of stress!? This kind of torment? This kind of absolute nothing that I’ve been dealing with all of my life? How am I supposed to stop anything bad from happening to my boys? To my wife? To my entire family!?

What the fuck do I do!?” I yelled at myself, wanting to vomit and having this constant gagging feeling in my throat, yet nothing would come out. Nothing would give me relief. Nothing would give me solace in the horrific situation of which my father has put me into.. This horrific situation I have willingly put myself into.

Generation 2, Chapter 18

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I haven’t been to the graveyard in a long time, I didn’t have a reason to come here anymore; my Father followed me around everywhere I went and even if I did go to the cemetery, it’s not like anything else would change.. I still wouldn’t see my Mother. But, it felt so weird being here now, seeing the freshly dug grave of my buried ex-girlfriend and Mother to my twins no more than one hundred feet from where I sat.

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Not many were here; Hitomi and her daughter Helena, Gareth and Gibson, Lucy, Anya, and Faline’s husband and their daughter Sherri. Faline’s parents and her brother were here earlier, but left before anyone else after Faline had been buried. None of them even bothered to make eye contact with me or the boy’s, they didn’t say a single word to us. Julia didn’t come along because she wasn’t very fond of Faline, Bennu and Bahiti waited at home, too, having no desire to be here for Faline either, but I don’t blame them.

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I looked to my sisters along with Lucy and Helena, seeing them with sad faces as they mourned my ex, some crying, some not. Helena had grown into such a beautiful young woman just like my gorgeous Lucy, looking at my daughter last out of the bunch and I could see her crying as Helena tried to console her. My adopted daughter of my long dead best friend was crying over a Mother that wasn’t even hers, and here I sat without a tear in my eye. I didn’t even know why.. It wasn’t remorse, I wasn’t unhappy per say, I wasn’t crying or even really all that sad.. I guess I was just indifferent and only here for the twins’ sake.. Gareth and Gibson were behind me by my mother and father’s graves and I sat alone on a bench that my father had sat on 8 years ago, the night I first saw him. 

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“Didn’t I warn you something like this would happen?” I jumped a little in fright as I heard my father’s voice ringing in my ear out of nowhere, looking over and seeing him standing in the grass, looking down at Faline’s grave where the last of the grievers stood that I failed to mention; Faline’s husband and daughter.. I didn’t reply, looking to them as well and soon my gaze went to the ground once more. “She was so pretty.. So young.. Is this catastrophic enough for you yet? That’s two on their list now.. Do you really think that she died from just falling down t-”

“Shut up.. Just, please.. Shut the fuck up for once.. The Mother of my son’s, my ex is dead and you really want to question that? Right now?”

“What? It’s not like you had even an ounce of care for her in your entire body..”

“You can’t just leave me alone.. Can you?” I asked.

“You ask such funny questions all the time.. I’m here because you need someone to talk to.. You can’t talk to your wife, your children, your sisters.. No one is here to listen but me,” he replied. I sat there in silence for a few more moments, not knowing what to say to him.

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“Your sisters..” He began again, my attention going to my father briefly and noticing he was looking at them with a small smirk on his lips.

“What about them..?” I wondered.

“Just.. Look at them..” He continued and I kept my eyes on my father instead, seeing his expression calmed, happy, content, admiring his daughters and I finally looked to them as he had requested.

“Yeah.. They’re all grown up.. What the fuck about it?”

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“Wow.. Hitomi has such a beautiful girl.. Anya looks just like Mom, doesn’t she?” He asked with a chuckle, looking to me with a smile and I scoffed.

“Shut up…”

“They’re all so pretty..” He continued.

“Yeah.. Don’t you wish you could tell them that yourself you fucking asshole?” I asked, looking to my father then with a smirk and he still kept his smile.

“It’s fun to see you try and torment someone. You’re only tormenting yourself,” he replied, but I was confused.

“What does that mean?”

“Again, with the funny questions.. Don’t you ever get tired of asking them?” He wondered with a smile and I turned away, losing my smirk instantly and focusing on the ground again.

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I sat there in a short silence, trying to ignore my father, but he still refused to go away, “Have they ever wondered about me?” He asked.


“The boys.. They’re by your Mother and I’s graves.. Have they ever asked about us?” He repeated.

“Yeah, I told them that their Grandmother was a saint and that their Grandfather was someone they should never waste their time thinking about..” I replied, looking to my father then with another smirk and he was the one with the serious face this time.

“They should know their history.. Why are you depriving them?”

“Maybe because you’re nothing to be proud of..” I retaliated, looking to him with a serious expression filled with anger and he then smirked, mocking me almost. 

“Heads up..” He replied, nodding his head towards Faline’s grave and I looked to where he motioned, seeing Faline’s husband walking my direction, though his eyes were set on the boy’s behind me.

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I stood to my feet, ready to talk to him if he needed to but his eyes were filled with grief and hate as he continued to stare at my sons the closer he got. The expression he carried with him didn’t please me at all and it seemed as if he wanted to do something to the boy’s, so I stepped in front of him and stood like a brick wall, keeping him from going any further and he looked to me then, “I need to talk with Gareth..” He more so demanded than asked.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?” I questioned.

“Jason.. If you were ever going to be a decent human being in your entire life, you’d let me go talk to him and get what I need to say off my chest,” he rebutted but I held my ground.

I chuckled a little, “You don’t know shit about me. Now tell me why you’re giving my sons the stink eye at their mother’s funeral,” I requested sternly, still not letting him pass me.

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“You know why.. That boy is nothing short of being the Devil himself and it makes me pity you on how you don’t see that,” he replied and a tingle went up my spine full of rage at his words.

You pitying me? That has to be the joke of the day..” I replied with a pathetic chuckle, seeing as how he was at his wife’s funeral claiming I was the one he pitied when really he should only feel sorry for himself and his daughter. The moment he implied an insult towards my son was when I knew for sure that he wasn’t just going to ‘talk’ to Gareth..

Let me pass or I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what, exactly..?” I questioned, stepping up closer to him in an intimidating manner and he adjusted himself within his dark suit.

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“He..” Faline’s husband continued, yet stopped to gather his next words, “Gareth did this to Faline, I’m sure of it..” He continued, “I was downstairs, watching television with her and she went upstairs to get something.. I heard another voice, his voice.. The next thing I knew, she screamed and I watched her fall down the stairs myself.. I watched my wife die before my very eyes..” He struggled to say, tears forming in his eyes and I noticed his body begin to shake. “The noise.. The sound of her neck breaking on the way down the stairs will forever be in my mind and it’s all because your son did it.. It’s all his fault my wife is gone..” He replied with a dead serious tone and expression. I could tell he wasn’t going to stop trying to get passed me, but one thing was for sure, there was no way I would let him.

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You really want this to happen..? He just lost his mother.. What do you plan on doing exactly? Teach him a lesson as if he doesn’t already know how terrible he feels about her accident?” I asked, hearing him then chuckle to my words.

“Yeah.. Accident.. That’s exactly what it was..” He replied sarcastically.

I was done with this arguing, this pathetic attempt on blaming my boy for Faline’s death and I waited for an opportunity to put him into his place and get him to walk away. “Hey, whatever you were going to do or say to him, how about you say and do to me instead? I’ll be sure to give him the message” I offered an ultimatum.

“No.. Now let me by, Jason..” He refused.

“What is it? Are you going to beat up a little kid? Tell him that he’s the Devil in disguise? Tell him lies like Faline never loved him just to make him feel more like shit? Just get out of here, asshole.. You’re not getting any closer to my son and I guarantee this is the last you’ll see of him,” I threatened and I watched his face grow in rage.

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“Do you know what I see when I look at him?” He asked me and I shrugged.

“I don’t give a shit what you see,” I replied but he continued anyway.

“I see a soulless, evil, conniving boy that got away with murder and I want to teach him a lesson for killing his own Mother.. My wife.. The Mother of my daughter!” He replied and I clenched my fists in anger.

“You want to teach my son a lesson? I would absolutely love to see you try,” I somewhat threatened.

“He’s like a miniature version of you, only more hollow and pathetic inside. What’s that old saying? ..Like Father, like Son?”

“Keep talking, bud, and I promise you’ll find yourself six feet under just as your precious wife is,” I threatened more and his eyes widened in both horror and rage.

“You piece of shit!” He called out and took a swing at me, though I expected it coming and I moved my body back and out of the way of his fist. 

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I swung back, hitting him straight in the jaw as hard as I could and I watched him fall to the ground before me. I climbed on top of him and shoved my fist into his face again and again, making sure he would regret ever talking ill of my son and I could hear voices around me, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying; all I wanted to do was see this man pay for what he had said and make sure that he would never so much as think to come near my boy again.

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I felt the strength of Anya and Hitomi, pulling me off of him with all of their strength and my sisters voices soon entered my ears, yelling at me to stop. Hitomi and Anya held me back as Faline’s husband stood to his feet and I yelled out threats as he staggered away from me, bleeding from his nose and lip, “Is this how you imagined spending your wife’s funeral!? Huh!? Taking out your grief on my boy, you fucking piece of shit!? If you ever talk about my son like that again I’ll fucking kill you, do you understand me!?” I yelled, trying to break free from Anya and Hitomi but they refused to let me go as I watched Faline’s husband walking away from me quickly.

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Faline’s husband and daughter went passed the gates and left, I then jerked myself from Hitomi and Anya’s grip, “Get the fuck off me!” I demanded, feeling them release my arms and I could feel how hot and enraged my body was from what just happened. 

“Jason.. Don’t you think that was a little inappropriate timing?” Anya wondered.

“What the hell is up with you? He just lost his wife.. Calm down, alright?” Hitomi tried to compromise and I shook my head.

“Just leave me alone.. Thanks for coming, but just go home now,” I more so demanded, walking towards the twin’s who were looking to me in shock by my parents graves, ignoring everyone else that was there.

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I went to the boys and looked to their faces, noticing Gibson was more worried than Gareth was. “Dad.. Are you okay?” He wondered. I looked to his emerald eyes for a moment and tried to calm my still quickened, anger filled breaths. 

“Yeah.. I’m fine, son..” I encouraged, placing my hand on top of his head and tousling his hair gently. Never did I think that Faline’s husband would try and start trouble with me or the boy’s at her funeral, I imagined him too weak to move and grieving too much to even come up with the conclusions that he did. What if I had decided not to come? What would he have said to Gareth? ..Would he have done anything to him..? I felt my heart beat beginning to race again at the thought of him hurting one of my boys, but I tried to put it passed me, more than happy that I had decided to come with Gareth and Gibson now knowing that Faline’s husband might’ve done something drastic. I was glad I was here to protect them. 

“That was awesome,” Gareth said with enthusiasm, a smile on his lips when I looked to him and I chuckled lightly.

“No, it was wasn’t.. Forget what you just saw,” I replied, looking down at my pants and noticing the they had scuffs in the knees, “Dammit.. These pants are ruined now,” I let out softly, sighing and looking back to the boys.

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“Dad!” Lucy called out behind me and I sighed even heavier this time, knowing she wasn’t going to like what she had just witnessed me doing. I turned around and I could see in Lucy’s face how bothered she felt, “What the hell was that?” She asked.

“Nothing, baby girl.. I’m sorry, I just.. Lost my temper with him,” I tried to reason and calm her, but she refused; she was furious with me and it was written all over her face.

“What did he even say for you to do something like that? Faline loved that man and you got into a fight with him at her funeral for Christ sakes!” She spat back.

“Luce.. It’s a long story, I’ll explain to you later,” I replied, giving a glance back at the twins, trying to let her know I didn’t want to discuss it in front of them and Lucy let out an aggravated sigh, though catching my drift.

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“Are you coming home for dinner?” I asked next, seeing her expression still holding a grudge against me and it made me regret everything that had happened with Faline’s husband.

Lucy shook her head, “I already talked to Aunt Hitomi and she said I could sleep over. Helena’s going to stay home with me tomorrow, I don’t want to go back to school yet..” She made fact without even asking me, but I decided not to contest it.

“Oh.. Yeah, I guess that’s okay.. Are you headed over there now?”

“Helena and I are going to go and hangout somewhere, then go back to Aunt Hitomi’s.”

“All right.. Will you call me tomorrow? Let me know how you’re doing?” I requested, Lucy pausing a moment before answering.

“Yeah, whatever, Dad..” She replied, not convincing me at all and she looked towards the twins, “Bye, guys..” She said softly, turning around then and leaving the cemetery.

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The boys said bye to Lucy and I looked to them after she was out of our sights, “I bet Bennu is making dinner, are you two ready to head back now?” I wondered.

“Yeah, I’m hungry,” Gareth replied, yet Gibson didn’t say anything.

“Hey, why don’t you go wait in the car, bud? We’ll be right there,” I said to Gareth and he nodded, handing him the keys to my car and he left Gibson and I alone.

I looked to Gibson who’s expression was sad and unsure, furrowing my brows in worry and I knelt down in front of him, “Hey.. What is it?” I asked, seeing Gibson look to the grass before he looked back up to me.

“I just..” He stopped, looking to the ground again, “I miss Mom.. I just never thought anything like this would happen, or could happen.. Why does she have to be gone?” He asked, the moon showing a small glint in his eyes as they began to tear up a little.

“Hey, hey.. It’s okay. Accidents happen like this all the time. Why it had to happen to your Mother, I don’t know.. But, just remember that she’s in a better place now,” I replied.

“A better place than with us?” He questioned after, sighing under my breath and realizing that that might’ve not have been the best thing to say, but I didn’t know what else to tell him.

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“Listen Gibs.. No place is better for her than to be with you guys, but she can’t now. The next best thing is in heaven, right?” I asked.

“What if I don’t believe in that kind of thing?”

“Well.. Even if you don’t believe it, that’s where she is. She misses you guys just as much, but she’s happy still, I’m sure of it.. Your grief will pass, but she’ll always be with you,” I replied, still trying to cheer him up, and for how bad I thought I was doing, he seemed to become more understanding.

“Are Grandma and Grandpa with you?” He asked, looking to me with curiosity and I let out another sigh.

“Yup, they sure are..” I replied, seeing him smirk softly and I bent down after standing, hugging Gibson and he returned it, “Believe me when I say things will get better, okay buddy?” I continued.

“Okay,” he replied, releasing me from the hug and I tousled his blonde hair, putting my hand to his shoulder then and leading him out of the cemetery to head home.

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The car ride home was quiet.. Gareth played a game on his phone, laying in the back seat while Gibson rest his head against his window next to me in the passenger seat, staring blankly out it as we drove through the city to get home. I glanced in his direction a few times while driving, seeing his expression the same almost the entire time. I pulled out my phone, tapping his leg with it and he looked to me as if confused at first, taking the phone and looking to me questionably, “Text Bennu and tell her we’re on our way home, okay?” I asked and he nodded, doing as I had asked.

“She already sent you something, want me to read it?” He wondered and I nodded, waiting as he read the message, “Uh oh.. She wants to know why you got into a fight,” he said quietly and I let out an irritated sigh.

“Dammit, Lucy..” I said under my breath, knowing already that she had told Bennu, “Just ignore it, I’ll talk to her when we get home.. Tell her we’re almost there,” I replied and he nodded. Great, now I have to explain to her what had happened and I was in no mood to explain anything, I just wanted to go home, eat dinner and sleep after this long day.

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The boys hopped out of the car before me and I followed, “Go straight upstairs and wash up for dinner.. You can change out of those clothes, too, if you want,” I told them after they walked into the house.

“Thank Godddd,” Gareth wined, glad that he could get out of the proper and formal attire he wasn’t used to nor very fond of in the first place. The boys went up to their room and I took in a huge whiff through my nose, smelling Bennu’s cooking coming from the kitchen that now filled the entire house. It smelled of her famous Egyptian Shawarma dish and I could also smell a pumpkin pie that had been made, the smells getting stronger as I made my way towards the kitchen and saw Bennu by the sink. 

I let out a soft sigh, preparing for whatever she was going to say, “We’re home,” I spoke softly, seeing her dry off her hands then and turn to look at me.

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Bennu stepped up closer, “How are the boy’s doing? And Lucy?” She wondered, surprising me a little on how she didn’t mention the fight yet.

“They seem to be doing pretty okay.. How are you and Bahiti?” I wondered.

“We’re fine..” She paused, her eyes looking down to my tie briefly and letting out a sigh, “Why did you hit that man?” She finally asked, “Lucy called to tell me she wasn’t going to be home for dinner and she was already crying though that didn’t surprise me, but she was more than upset about the funeral.. She was upset about you.. So, why?” She continued, making eye contact with me again and worry was written on her face.

“The guy just wasn’t hittin’ the right buttons, he didn’t know when to shut his mouth, so I did it for him,” I replied.

“Jazon.. You are a grown man, what are you trying to teach the boy’s by acting like that?”

“Bennu, you should’ve heard the things he was saying to me, I couldn’t take it anymore.. I’m sorry I let it get out of hand, but I wasn’t going to just let him get away with what he was saying,” I answered, letting out a heavy sigh and I watched as her gaze fell to the floor. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

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“You don’t.. You didn’t still have feelings for her, did you? Were you jealous of that man?” She asked, my jaw dropping a little in surprise and I wasn’t expecting that question.

“Bennu, no.. Of course not. Is that why you’re so upset about this?” I asked and she paused a moment, then nodding as she looked up to me. I was warmed by the thought of her being jealous, I had always liked when women would get jealous of others that were involved with me, but Bennu never has anything worry about. I stepped up closer to her and cupped her cheek within my palm, caressing her face with my thumb, “He was talking about Gareth.. He insulted him and me right to my face and I wasn’t going to stand for it, so I hit him.. Not because of Faline or because I was jealous of him,” I explained, “He should be more than jealous of me instead,” I cooed quietly with a flirtatious tone, seeing the tiniest smirk form on her lips.

“What did he say about Gareth?” She wondered, but I didn’t want to explain it all right now.

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“I’ll tell you later,” I assured her, continuing to caress her cheek with my thumb. Even through the homey and strong smells of freshly made food within the kitchen, her scent still managed to overpower it all and it made me fall hard for her each and every time. “Do you love me?” I asked, seeing her then smile and nod.

“Of course I do,” she replied and I smile in return.

“And I love you.. Don’t you ever forget that, got me?” I joked softly and she chuckled, pulling me into a long kiss that I more than welcomed and I wrapped my arms around her.

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Gareth, Gibson and Bahiti came downstairs from their rooms and we all sat for dinner, though it felt a little empty without Lucy there as I looked to the empty seat next to me where she usually sat; I imagined she was still out with Helena, probably eating at a diner somewhere that the two loved to do so much. Seeing how upset she was earlier made me want to go back and change the outcome of what had happened with Faline’s husband and I, but at the same time, I was proud of myself for sticking up for my boys; I wasn’t about to let him get away with the things he said just because his grief drove him to crazy assumptions. I felt he needed to blame her death on someone, and Gareth was it. I didn’t talk much through dinner and neither did Gibson, I mostly listened to everyone else’s conversations.. I wasn’t feeling very social right now for whatever reason.

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After dinner, the kids all went into the living room to play a video game together while Bennu cleaned up and I stayed with her for company. “So, vhat did that man say about Garth? Now knowing why you hit him, I probably would’ve hit him as well,” Bennu said as she washed the dishes.

“He, umm..” I began, checking over my shoulder and still seeing the kids in the living room, looking to Bennu again, “He actually called him the Devil.. He’s blaming him for her death,” I said with a chuckle following it, anger building up again a little, but I managed to stay calm. However, Bennu didn’t.

“Uck! The nerve of that man! Calling a sweet little boy such cruel things.. You should’ve gave him a new face,” she hissed and I chuckled again.

“Yeah, well.. I would’ve but my sisters pulled me off of him before I could,” I replied, hearing her ‘hmph’ under her breath.

“Is he all right? Did he hear anything he said to you?” She asked, looking to me after the dishes were done and I shrugged.

“I don’t think so.. He didn’t act like he did, nor did Gibson..”

“Well, that’s good at least.. I couldn’t imagine how he would feel if he had,” she replied, letting out a soft sigh.

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“Don’t let it bother you.. Come here,” I requested, seeing her smile and walk up to me. I turned her around and let my hands run up and down her torso slowly, feeling her lean back against me and shut her eyes in a relaxed manner.

“Mmm.. Let’s just go upstairs to the bedroom and not come out for days,” she said quietly, her tone filled with ecstasy as my hands rubbed softly just under her chest.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” I replied, chuckling as I leaned down and kissed her neck. She continued to let out soft moans in pleasure, my hands then continuing upward and they ran up to her breasts, though before I would indulge on her body and make her ache for me, a noise rang in our ears and it was the sound of the front gate being buzzed. “Fuckin’ figures..” I said with a groan following it and Bennu joins me in letting out a displeased moan.

“Make them go away,” she said with a wanting tone, giggling after and I smirked, kissing her neck again.

“I’ll be back in no time,” I replied, feeling her leave my grip and I hopped off the counter, heading towards the door and already hating whoever was there for cock blocking me from my own wife.

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I got to the front door and pressed the button to talk, “Yeah?” I asked, wanting to make this quick so Bennu and I could retreat upstairs for some much needed time alone.

“Hello, Mr. Duboys.. This is Detective Grander from the Bridgeport Police Department, you may remember me from some years ago?” A man replied and I tried to think back.. Oh.. Shit. It was the detective that came by after Lana had died.. Or rather, been killed by me. I paused a moment, then held my finger on the talk button.

“Um.. Can I help you with something?”

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind letting me in, that would be great.. It’s getting rather cold out at nights now,” he replied with a chuckle. I hesitated once again, but soon pressed the button to unlock the gate and let him in; what could this be about..?

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I grew a little nervous, wanting to know what the detective could be doing here at this time of night and for what reason. I opened the door for him and he came in, shivering a little, “Man.. You can sure tell winter’s coming,” he joked and I smirked, though I lost it just as fast as it had been formed.

“So, what brings you over on such a night?” I wondered, looking to him curiously.

“Straight to the point then, huh? All right.. Well, to be honest, I’m investigating the cause of death for Faline Hubbard, married now with the name Faline Ruttin.. I assume you know her, seeing as she was the mother of your twin boys, am I right?” He replied and I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“Yeah.. Knew her.. I still don’t understand why you’re here in my house, though,” I answered, seeing his face turn a little more serious now.

“Well, as you know, the autopsy shows that she broke her neck when she fell, which is what killed her.. But I’m just trying to put the pieces together on why she fell.. That’s all.. If it’s not too much to ask, I’d like to ask your son a couple of routine questions..?” He wondered, my expression then turning a little sour.


“Gareth. I’ve already recieved a statement from Faline’s husband and their daughter, Sherri.. I understand though that Sherri and Gibson were in bed sleeping when it all happened, so I would just like to ask Gareth if he happened to’ve seen what happened. Just a few minor questions, Jason, and I’m out of your hair,” he encouraged. I didn’t like where this was going, I could tell that he was lying to me, but I couldn’t figure out what was a lie and what was truth. I thought for a moment, then looked to the detective and nodded.

“Okay.. He’s in the living room,” I agreed, telling myself there was nothing to worry about, but I couldn’t help in feeling a little nervous about all of this.

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I escorted Detective Grander towards the living room, walking in through the open doorway and the loud game along with their laughter and harmless bickering filled our ears. I stopped by the doorway and the detective stopped behind me, “Gareth, come here a moment, will you?” I asked, seeing him ignore me for a few brief seconds and I asked once more, “Gareth.. Come over here,” I repeated.

“Dad, I’m winning! I’m right in the middle of th-”

Gareth.. Now,” I asserted more and I heard him let out an aggravated groan, putting his controller down and walking over to us.

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“Gareth, this is Detective Reed Grander, he just wants to ask you a few questions,” I introduced them and Gareth seemed to freeze a little after I had introduced them.

“Hey there, Gareth.. I just wanna get some information from you, that’s all.. I’m very sorry for your loss, you must be a little overwhelmed by today a little.. I understand it was your mother’s funeral..” The detective began, his tone filled with remorse.

“Uh.. Yeah.. It was a little hard,” Gareth replied, looking down to the floor briefly before looking back up to the detective.

“I can imagine you miss her a lot, huh?” He continued.

“Um, yeah.. I do,” Gareth answered, looking to me as if asking for help but I gave him a comforting expression back, letting him know it was okay and Grander continued.

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I understand you were awake when your mother, um.. Fell.. Am I correct?” He asked and I looked to him, wondering if this was the best time to be talking about this, but Gareth seemed to reply without it letting it overwhelm him.

“Yeah, I was.. I was using the bathroom,” he replied.

“The upstairs one, or the one downstairs?”

“Upstairs.. There was a door to it in the hallway and through Mom’s room, but none of us are allowed in there,” Gareth answered. 

“Did you ever hear your mother conversing with anyone? Did you talk to her at all when you went to or came out of the bathroom?”

“No.. I was in the bathroom and I heard her scream, so I came out and saw her at the bottom of the stairs.”

“Oh…” Grander answered with an unconvinced tone, causing me to grow a little more nervous, but he continued anyways.

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Sherri claims that you were at the top of the stairs when she came out of her room.”

“Yeah, I kinda just said that.” Gareth replied instantly; I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or just an amazing liar.

“I guess what I mean is, when she came out, she saw you and she remembers you saying the words ‘I didn’t mean to’, do you remember this?”

“I didn’t say anything like that.. I said ‘I don’t know what happened’.. She just probably got confused.”

“Ah.. I see.. Well, I suppose that’s all I need.. Thank you for your time, Gareth.. And again, I’m sorry for your loss,” Detective Grander replied and Gareth nodded, looking to me then.

“You can go now,” I confirmed his nonverbal question and he walked back over to the couches with his brother and sister.

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Is something the matter?” The detective wondered as I stared at my children.

“No.. It just.. Brings back bad memories of you being here the last time.”

“Well, my apologies then. I’m sure after this visit, you won’t see me for a while, of course unless you give me a reason to come back,” he joked, seeing him smile out of the corner of my eye and hearing him chuckle lightly. I joined him in the chuckle, but only to humor him.

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Bennu then joined us and cleared her throat, catching both of our attention and I smiled towards her, hearing a quiet whistle coming from Detective Grander’s lips that peeved me a little, but I was glad that his attention wasn’t on my boy anymore. “Sorry, this is my wife, Bennu.. Bennu, this is Detective Reed Grander from the Bridgeport Police Department,” I introduced them.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you,” Bennu said with a smile.

“Pleasure is mine, I’m sure,” the detective answered with a smile, “Interesting accent, where are you from?”

“I moved here from Egypt a little under 15 years ago,” Bennu answered proudly, “Please, can I offer you anything? Perhaps a cup of coffee?” She asked and he nodded.

“That would be wonderful, thank you, Mrs. Dubois,” he replied, finally getting my last name right for once..

“Would you like some, baby?” She asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, thanks,” I replied, watching as she then smiled towards me and walked to the kitchen, the detective accompanying her as I hung back a moment.

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I hung back and stood near the doorway like I had been, looking over to the couches where my children were and my eyes went fixed on Gareth. I didn’t know what to think anymore.. Accidents happen like this all the time, but for some reason this whole situation just wasn’t sitting right. What am I doing? I couldn’t tell if I believed my son or believed what the voice in my gut was telling me.. Was I in complete denial of what my son was capable of doing? He was so young, too young to be doing things like this to other people, whether he cared for them or not. 

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I joined Bennu and the detective in the kitchen who were already enjoying the coffee that was made, seeing my cup in a spot next to Bennu and I joined them, trying to shake off everything I was just thinking and composing myself. 

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So, what brings you to our home tonight, Detective?” Bennu wondered, taking a sip of her coffee.

“Oh, I just needed to ask Gareth a few questions.. Just tying up a few loose ends, that’s all..” He replied and I took a nervous sip of my coffee.

“Well, have they been tied up?” She asked.

“Not yet,” he replied, giving a quick glance over at Bennu that I assumed he thought I wouldn’t notice, continuing then, “But, it’ll he ruled an accident when I leave here.”

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Just curious..” I decided to add something in, “What would compel someone to think a child would be capable of doing something like this, let alone to his own mother?” I wondered.

“Well, you’d be surprised to know that kids are just as capable of killing as much as adults are, but.. Given the grief he seems to show, even despite him playing his video games happily.. Mentioning his mother seemed to make him get very reserved and a little hurt by what we were discussing, as it should’ve.. If he was involved in any way, he would’ve most likely acted different. Playing video games is a good way to ignore, or even cope with loss, too.”

“And if he had showed any other signs than that?” I asked.

“Let’s just be glad we don’t need to be discussing that matter right now,” he replied, giving me a slightly comforting smirk and I nodded.

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After finishing his cup of coffee with us and staying a little bit longer than he had intended, he stood from his chair and smiled, “Well, thank you for the coffee, I should be getting home now, though”

“Yeah, thanks for coming by..” I replied.

“Sure, just doing my job,” he added, looking to Bennu then and keeping his smile, “It was lovely meeting you.”

“Likewise,” she replied. I stood up to walk him out, but he put his hands up, gesturing for me not to bother.

“Don’t worry, I can see myself out.. Good seeing you again, Jason.. Despite the circumstances,” he said with a genuine tone, yet he was slightly apologetic with it as well and we watched him leave.

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Bennu went upstairs to get ready for bed and I went to the living room to round up the kids and send them to bed as well, seeing them still playing the same racing game for the passed hour now. “Alright, time for bed, come on..” I announced, hearing them all groan and I let out a chuckle, “Come onnnn, turn it off.. It’ll be there when you get back from school tomorrow,” I encouraged, seeing them all then reluctantly get up and shut everything down. I followed them going to the stairs and watched as they all ascended up them, “Brush your teeth, change your clothes and all that.. Goodnight,” I added, watching the boys go to their room and Bahiti to hers. 

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I got to my room and noticed a single light on in the corner, then over to the bed where I saw Bennu lying down with her leg propped up. “You still awake?” I wondered, shutting the bedroom door behind me and I pulled off my suit jacket to toss it over the chair near me.

I heard Bennu let out a relaxed sigh, “Yes,” she answered softly, “Are you coming to bed now?” She wondered.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a sec, I’m gunna shower really quick,” I replied, going to the bathroom as I removed my tie and began undoing my shirt.

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I took about a ten minute shower, though I spent even more time at the sink starring at myself. My father’s words were all that I could think about at the moment;

     “Is this catastrophic enough for you?”

          “That’s two on their list now..”

I hated how I was starting to think he was right, but even if he was, there was no way I could stop them the way he wants me to. I refused to stood down to his level and off my own children like he attempted. My children are my life, and my boys were not monsters; they’re the ones that will keep our legacy going, and I was going to change our name so our pasts would not be only know for bloodshed anymore. I convinced myself I’d be the beginning to a new, better, less violent generation of the Dubois name.. I hope I could pull it off.

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When I finally got out of the bathroom, I walked to the bed and crawled in, noticing Bennu had fallen asleep waiting for me. I propped myself up with one hand as the other found its way to the side of her face, running my fingertips down her cheek. I couldn’t imagine what was going through my fathers mind that one fateful night that compelled him to take such actions; from how I saw things, he was extremely controlling over us and my mother, yet I had never caught on once that he would one day be labeled a murder. As monotone, boring and strict as he was, he had always seemed to be in love with her.. I couldn’t imagine doing anything harmful to my wife as he had done to his.. Who would ever want to hurt the one they loved most in the world?

Generation 2, Chapter 17

POV: Third Person


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“What do you want to do today? I say we get out and fuck someone up.. Let’s find someone who’s pissed us off before,” Gareth tried to convince Gibson.

“You should calm down on how you talk, if Dad or Bennu caught you talking like that, you’d be in serious trouble,” Gibson rebutted.

“Shut up, four eyes.. They’ll never know as long as you don’t blab. Let’s find that Ryan kid.. He made fun of Bennu once, didn’t he?”

“Well.. Yeah, he did.. But that was like, 3 months ago and we haven’t seen him outside of school yet.. We gotta find someone who will make fun of us now.” Gibson compromised.

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“Well, like who? No one really makes fun of me.. We need to use you for bait,” Gareth added.

“How about we go to the empty park on the edge of town? Marty Singer walks passed there on his way from home from school. He sucks. He’s called Lucy a slut before, I heard him.”

Gareth’s grin grew wider, “Well.. Then that’s where we’ll go today. If he walks passed there, he must live near there..”

“He likes Bahiti, though.. I mean, he doesn’t like us, therefore he makes fun of everything we do, but Bahiti is someone he really likes.” Gibson added and Gareth nodded then.

“Do you think Bahiti would ever come with us? It’d be awesome if she made fun of him since he likes her, I bet she could even make him cry!”

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Gibson shook his head ‘no’, “No way she would do that.. She’s way too nice, and besides, she’s too shy to talk to anyone but her close friends or family.”

“Well, then we’ll just lie and make stuff up. Like.. Bahiti hates him or something, that’ll get him so pissed!” Gareth added with a smile.

Gibson smirked a little, “Yeah, that was totally peeve him.. Are we going to bring anything this time? Another bat, or a sock so we can fill it with rocks or something?”

“Nah, we’re bigger than him, we can take him without bringing anything,” Gareth confirmed and Gibson nodded in agreement.

“Cool.. Let’s see if we can get a ride there, it’s far from here,” Gibson replied, the two then walking out of their room and going downstairs.


POV: Jason


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I was in the middle of making breakfast when I heard two pairs of footsteps entering the kitchen, looking over to the doorway briefly and smirking when I saw the twins, “Hey boys.”

“Hey Dad.. Can we get a ride to the park?” Gareth wondered.

“I’m making some breakfast right now, how about you two eat first and then I’ll take you?” I suggested and Gareth sighed.

“I’m not hungry,” he replied.

“I am,” Gibson added after Gareth and Gareth looked over his shoulder at him, giving a slight grimace, “What? I wanna eat before we go..”

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“Well, it’ll be ready in a minute or two.. What’s at the park? Wouldn’t you rather go downtown or something?” I wondered.

“No, we just wanna go to the park..” Gareth replied, not wanting to go into too much detail for me and I chuckled lightly.

“There going to be any girls there?” I wondered, looking over to the boys and Gibson blushed softly as Gareth scoffed.

“No, Dad.. We’re not going there for any girls,” Gareth replied.

I chuckled again, “I first started chasing girls around when I was about your guys’ age. Anyone peak your interest yet?”

“Is the food almost ready so we can go?” Gareth wondered, ignoring my question.

“Yeah, yeah.. It’s ready,” I replied, giving up on trying to get a little more information out of them.

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They sat at the table with me and I served them both French Toast and joined them to eat. “You don’t need to work today?” Gibson wondered and I shook my head.

“Nah, it’s Sunday.. You know I like to be home for the weekends, otherwise I’d never see you guys,” I replied. They seemed a little different this morning, withdrawn and secretive.

“Can we stay this week? I don’t wanna go back to Mom’s place, Sherri is so annoying.. I can’t stand her,” Gareth wondered, describing their sister that Faline had had with her husband a few years after we separated.

“Well, you have to ask her, not me.. If I said yes and she says no and you guys stay, she’ll get pretty mad,” I attempted to reason, though I liked them wanting to stay here instead of being with Faline.

“She’s not that bad.. She just likes to follow us around, that’s all,” Gibson added and Gareth sighed.

“Still, she’s super annoying and I hate her voice.. I’ll text Mom when you’re driving us to the park, Dad. Hopefully she says yes,” Gareth replied, a slight whine as an undertone.

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“So, how’s school going?” I asked, eating more of the french toast as I looked to both boys.

“Good,” they both answered simultaneously and I chuckled.

“Don’t you both have a test on Tuesday?” I asked.

Gibson took another mouthful of the meal and nodded, “Yeah, but it’ll be easy.”

“Yeah, for you maybe..” Gareth added.

“Maybe you should stay home and study more if you don’t think you’ll pass it,” I suggested but Gareth disagreed.

“Well, I’ll probably pass it, Gibson is just going to do better on it than me.. I have tomorrow to study, too, Dad,” Gareth rebutted.

“So you’re all studied up then, huh?” I questioned Gibson and he nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll ace it. You will too, Gareth. I’ll help you tomorrow in class,” Gibson reassured his brother and I smiled, liking whenever they did anything together and I knew Gibson’s heart was in the right place; Gareth, however, I was a little worried for. “Where’s everyone else?” Gibson added.

“Lucy’s still sleeping I believe.. Bennu and Bahiti are out grocery shopping,” I replied, seeing the boys then finishing up their meals, “Ready to go then?” I asked and they both nodded, standing to my feet and taking our plates to the sink to wash before driving them to the park.

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I drove the boy’s to the park, looking in my rear view mirror and seeing Gareth texting Faline on his phone to see if they could stay this week and Gibson looked out the window, watching the city pass him by. “You sure you don’t wanna walk around the city a little, Gibs?” I questioned, keeping my eyes on the road but glancing back and forth between it and the rear view mirror. 

Gibson looked to the mirror and smirked, “No, it’s okay. Maybe we could walk around here this weekend? Or later this week if Mom says yes to letting us stay at the house?” He replied and I nodded.

“Yeah, sure bud,” I confirmed, looking to Gareth then when he suddenly let out a large aggravated sigh and rolled his eyes. “She said no?” I guessed.

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“Of course she did..” He replied angrily, “She never let’s us stay.. Why?”

“Well, maybe it’s because she wants you to spend more time with your sister,” I replied, shrugging and giving him a remorseful look into the mirror, knowing Faline’s reasoning probably had something to do with me.

Gareth sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket, “Whatever.. She can’t make us be friends. I never wanna be friends with her.. Are we almost there yet?” He asked with an impatient tone.

“Yeah, it’s just around the corner,” I answered, sighing softly to myself and feeling sorry for the boys, knowing they didn’t want to go to Faline’s.

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We got to the park and the boys got out, hearing the car doors shut and I rolled down my window to get their attention, “Hey, boys,” I announced, seeing the both of them face me and I looked them in the eye. 

“Yeah, Dad?” Gibson wondered. Remembering my father’s words at the festival earlier in the summer made me weary to leave them on their own; what if he was telling the truth? What is they did kill that boy? I didn’t want to lose my trust in them, nor did I want to label them as monsters, but seeing as how me, my father and every Dubois man before him has been known to hurt people, I suppose it was something that was going to happen whether I’d want to believe it or not.

“Stay out of trouble.. Alright?” I added, seeing them both nod in understanding and I let out a soft, worried sigh. I smirked slightly, but it was wiped from my lips instantly as I rolled the window back up and drove down the street, leaving the boys to whatever kind of things they may consider ‘fun’.


POV: Gareth


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After Dad drove off, I looked to Gibson and smiled, “Let’s go to the lookout and wait for the fucker to come to the park,” I suggested, watching him nod and we ran into the park towards the playground. I don’t know what’s up Dad’s ass lately, he seems to look at Gibs and I differently ever since we went to the festival before fall started and the new school year began. He wanted to hang around us more out of nowhere whenever we wanted to go out or go somewhere after school, claiming he just wanted to spend more time with us, but it’s more than just that. 

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Gibs and I climbed to the top of the playground to look and see if we could spot where Marty Singer lived, but neither of us were sure. “So, which way do you think he’ll be coming from?” Gibs asked and I looked around more.

“I don’t know.. I think the bus that drops him off goes right, down that street, after passing the park,” I replied, “He must live west then, because there’s no houses down the east way.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right.. So, if he comes to the park, what do you wanna do to him?” Gibs asked with a hint of excitement, smirking to myself.

“Whatever he can take,” I replied with a smile, looking at him and Gibs grew the same smile as me.

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We kept our eyes to the road for about half an hour, but soon our waiting had prevailed when I spotted Marty not to far away making his way towards the park, “Hey! I see him. Let’s go,” I said eagerly, hearing Gibson chuckle.

“This is going to be fun,” he added, watching me slide down the pole to get to the ground and I laughed.

“Fuck yeah it will be,” I replied in agreement, reaching the ground and Gibson slid down the pole after me.

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We walked away from the playground a little and stopped, seeing Marty notice us and I could tell from far away that he was already nervous about us being there, his voice said it all. “W-what are you guys doing on this side of town? Don’t you live up in the douche-rich-people hills?” He insulted, trying to play off that he wasn’t scared of us.

“You’re jealousy of our fortune is a little hilarious,” Gibson said in a pitying manner and I chuckled, seeing Marty’s face then begin to show a little anger; Gibs always knew what to say back to any insult, conflict, anything really.. He was clever like that.

“Yeah, why don’t you shut your fuckin’ mouth before I do it for you,” I warned, “That is, unless you don’t want to. Feel free to keep making fun of us when there’s only one of you,” I threatened.

“I’m not jealous,” he replied, trying to defend against the envy written all over his face.

“I find that hard to believe, coming from someone who’s shit poor,” I replied and he got even angrier, something I was striving for from the beginning.

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“What the hell is your guys’ problem?! Why can’t you just leave me alone?” Marty asked.

“You came into the park barking harsh words before us, stupid.. Did you leave your intelligence at home before you left to come here?” Gibson asked and I chuckled, grinning menacingly towards Marty.

“You know what, Gibson? You talk all high and mighty when you really just belong in the Special Needs classes..” Marty rebutted and Gibson laughed.

“I think you’re mistaking your classes for my Advanced Placement ones..” Gibson added and I laughed again.

“You guys are such assholes!” Marty added.

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“One more insult and I say we let him have it, how about you?” Gibson suggested and I looked towards him over my shoulder, thinking a moment.

“Yeah.. That or we just beat the shit out of him anyway before he can say anything else,” I replied and I hear Gibson chuckle behind me. I was fed up with this kid, Gibson and I always had verbal fights with him in school, going back and forth making fun of each other, but that all stopped today; we finally caught him outside of school and I was ready to beat his face in. I loved putting people in their place, especially the ones who think they’re better than us. Gibson and I are an unstoppable pair that people may mess with from time to time, but we always get our revenge no matter what; it’s getting harder and harder the older we get to find people that make fun of us so we can teach them a lesson, everyone’s beginning to get the point on how we don’t let anyone get away with what they may say about us.

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“Just leave me alone, alright? I just wanna leave, okay?” Marty attempted to flee but I wasn’t having it.

“You’re not getting off that easy, fucker! For too long we’ve gone without teaching you a fucking lesson, and lucky for you, today’s your day,” I said with anger, yet a wide grin soon spread across my lips in the anticipation of connecting my fist just under Marty’s cheekbone. 

Marty grew nervous and finally was showing some sense of fear, “No, just leave me alone! I won’t make fun of you guys ever again, I swear!” He pleaded.

“We can never be too sure if you’re telling the truth or not, Marty.. We need to make sure you’re done for good and there’s only one way to do that,” Gibson replied to him and I laughed.

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The sky grew a little darker from the clouds shielding the sun, rain beginning to fall and soon the sky then formed tiny pearl-sized hail in the now 45 degree weather. I circled around Marty, my eyes running down and back up his now shivering frame, keeping my grin as he shook in what I believed to be fear rather than the sudden shift to a brisk noon. “Gettin’ cold or somethin’, Marty?” I taunted, stopping when his back was towards me and I looked to Gibson just passed Marty, seeing his face serious and he was just as ready as I was. 

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“Come on, Marty.. Are you even going to have the dignity to fight back?” Gibson asked, shoving Marty hard and he flew back and into my chest and I caught his arms with my hands, locking him in place.

“Oh, well.. Guess you kinda can’t now, huh, fuck face?” I taunted more, Gibson then taking the first swing and his fist connected against the side of his face, turning Marty’s head with force and the back of his skull tapped against my chest. I laughed as Marty tried to tell us to stop, but I shoved him down to the ground with exertion and he landed face down from being unable to catch himself in time to lesson the contact. He cowered then and put his hands to the back of his head to protect it, but we were already threw with the shoulders and up, Gibson and I then kicking at Marty’s torso and legs as he tried to go into fetal position to protect himself.

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After a good 20 minutes of kicking, taunting and tormenting, Gibson and I finally decided to call it quits when we were sure his face was filled with more tears than raindrops. “Come on, I’m bored.. Let’s get outta here and go to the coffee shop down the street,” I suggested and Gibson looked to me.

“Yeah, you can only do so much before it just starts to get pathetic,” Gibson replied and I chuckled, looking down at Marty as he cried to himself.

“I hope you learned your lesson, shithead. But, I’m begging you to give me a reason to brake some bones next time,” I threatened, motioning with my head to Gibson to ‘come on’ and he nodded, both of us then running off to get to the coffee shop.

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Gibson and I got to the coffee shop as the hail stopped, yet the rain still continued and I enjoyed the sound of the rain smacking down onto the roof above me when I stepped up the stairs to the deck. Gibson and I sat at the coffee shop for hours, discussing our actions from earlier and trying to figure out new ways of improving so no one could touch us, not even the Seniors when we enter high school next year. We got a few different things to eat but stopped a couple hours before Mom would pick us up so she wouldn’t get mad if we didn’t have an appetite, though I had a little more than Gibson since I wasn’t as much of a fan of Mom’s cooking; it was Dad’s meals that I really liked.

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The sun was going down and it was almost 7:00 at night, Gibs and I somehow ending up on the subject of Dad and Mom. “So you really think Bennu was the reason why they split up? How do you figure?” I questioned Gibson.

“Well, think about it.. Don’t you remember Mom and Dad fighting a lot when we were younger? Things just didn’t work out. I mean, granted I have no idea how long they might’ve been seeing each other, but right after Mom moved out, Bennu seemed to just ease right in. I feel like Dad just didn’t want Mom and as much as it sucks to say, we were probably never supposed to happen. Mom and Dad never were married and still had no desire to get married,” he replied and I nodded, seeing his point a little more, “Plus, whenever we ask her about it, she changes the subject or gets angry.”

“Yeah, maybe.. But, still, Bennu seemed to try a little harder than Mom did, it’s as if she doesn’t know what to do and just tries to avoid everything so she doesn’t have to deal with it. It pisses me off.. I’ve lost count on how many times she’s defended Sherri and the times she’s been on our side I can count using one damn hand,” I replied with a hint of anger.

“Can’t argue with you there..” He agreed with a sour tone.

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“I kinda hate her sometimes..” I added after a few moments of silence. Gibson didn’t respond, looking at me with a serious expression, “What?” I asked.

“Nothing..” He replied, looking around the coffee shop then and I raised a brow.

“What? You can’t say that you don’t hate her, too.. She walks around like she has such a great life but whenever we’re there, she always seems on edge, like she can’t be herself around us.”

“Well, maybe she does it because of Dad? She doesn’t only get angry whenever we bring him up, she gets nervous, like she’s scared. She probably just doesn’t want to do anything or say anything to avoid us telling Dad anything that will make him mad..” Gibson added.

“Maybe.. But.. I don’t know.. That’s between her and Dad, she doesn’t have to take it out on us, you know? She acts like we’re spies in her house whenever we’re there and tip toes around things. Benny doesn’t like us at all, either,” I replied, Gibson then sarcastically chuckling.

“Well of course, you make fun of Sherri constantly and that’s his daughter, we’re not his sons.. Of course he hates us,” he added, rolling his eyes and looking out the window to my right.


POV: Gibson


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As questionable as Mom’s actions are, I wasn’t going to dissatisfy Gareth in making him feel uncomfortable and letting him know that I feel like Mom likes me more. She may not like when I laugh at the jokes he tells, but at least I’m not the one telling them. My pocket began to buzz and I pulled out my phone, seeing that Mom was calling me and Gareth grew curious, “It is her?” He wondered.


“Ask her again if we can stay at Dad’s,” he added but I shook my head, “Come on! I don’t wanna go,” he pried a little.

“Whatever,” I replied, standing and walking away from the table as I answered the phone, “Hello?”

Hey, you guys ready to come over? Are you getting dropped off or am I picking you up?” Mom asked.

“Well, Gareth wanted me to ask again if we can stay at Dad’s..?” I asked.

“No, why? Do you both want to stay?”

“I don’t care, really..”

Then no.. Where are you?” She asked and I sighed, looking over my shoulder to Gareth and shaking my head ‘no’, his expression then growing angered and he got up and came over to me.

“Lemme talk to her,” he demanded.

“Shut up,” I replied.

Gibson, where are you guys? I’m coming to get you now.”

“We’re at the coffee shop down on Maple Drive,” I replied and I saw Gareth then let out an irritated sigh, rolling his eyes in addition.

I’ll be there soon,” she replied and we said our goodbye’s.

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“Why can’t you ever just let me talk to her?” Gareth wondered.

“If you want to talk to her then you call her,” I rebutted and he sighed again.

“How long until she’s here?” He asked.

“She’s coming now, so we have about fifteen minutes..”

“Fine, let’s go outside or something..” He suggested and I agreed, following him out of the coffee shop and waiting at the curb for Mom.

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When Mom arrived, Gareth let out an aggravated sigh when he noticed Sherri had come along with Mom for the ride. I went around to the front so he had to sit next to her; although I didn’t like doing the teasing, I enjoyed putting Gareth in uncomfortable positions so I could entice some bickering. It was fun to watch sometimes..

“So, how was your guys’ day? Wha’d you do?” Mom asked, Gareth keeping his mouth shut, so I answered for us.

“It was fun, we went to the park and hung out, then it started to rain so we went to the coffee shop,” I replied, trying to make the awkward silence less awkward.

“I hope you didn’t indulge too much and still have room for dinner,” she replied with a somewhat stern tone and I turned my attention away and out the window.

“We didn’t..” Gareth replied with a short tone and I sighed, already knowing he wasn’t going to make tonight easy for anyone.

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We got to Mom and Benny’s place and Mom began dinner as I tried to watch television over the sound of Gareth and Sherri already beginning to argue.

“Why the hell do you always wanna do what we’re doing? You’re like a callus that we can’t cut off!” Gareth said agrily.

“Gareth, knock it off..” Mom tried to stop them, but it was no use.

“Shut up! Why can’t you just let me play with you guys!? It’s not fair!” Sherri yelled back.

“It’s because no one likes you! I don’t even know anyone who can stand looking at you!”

“You’re such a jerk!”

I tried to step in, trying to calm down Gareth so Mom wouldn’t go nuts, “Gareth, A Thousand Ways to Die is on right now, let’s watch it,” I suggested, but he ignored me.

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“Just look at you! You look like Santa Clause.. All your missing is the big bushy beard! But oh, don’t worry.. It’ll start growing in sooner than you think!”

“I’m not a boy, Gareth! And I’m not Santa, either! Ugh!” Sherri’s voice began to grow and Mom spoke up one more time.

“Gareth, if you don’t stop, you’re going to be in big trouble..” She warned and I grew nervous for him, but I knew that Mom didn’t scare Gareth at all, either..

“Fatty, fatty, two by four, can’t fit through the kitchen door!” Gareth teased and I couldn’t help but laugh, though the moment I did I saw Mom look up from whatever she was making for dinner with a horrified expression and I stopped laughing instantly.

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“Gareth Ian Dubois!” Mom raised her voice and I grew more nervous for Gareth, watching as she walked out of the kitchen and over to Gareth, “I told you two times now to knock it off and you didn’t, now go upstairs to your room!”

“What, to that room that’s five times smaller than the one at Dad’s? The one I have to share with that thing over there? I don’t want to,” Gareth replied and I watched their argument from the sofa, waiting to see how this was going to go.

“I don’t care how small it is, go to it now and stay there until I tell you to come out!” Mom answered.

“Whatever happened to three strikes and you’re out?” He questioned.

“That disgusting little nursery rhyme of yours was the third strike, now go! I’m not going to repeat myself again!” She demanded.

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Gareth still held his ground, looking up at Mom and I could see a slight grin forming on his lips; he had something cooking in his mind that I knew was going to destroy Mom, I always knew the look..

“Have you ever thought about how Bahiti is only a few months younger than us?” Gareth questioned and my jaw dropped a little, looking to Mom then and seeing her entire body stiffen as he brought Dad into the equation to get under her skin. Gareth always brought up Dad in front of Mom whenever he grew too angry to the point where he just wanted to watch her suffer slowly under the weight of her own grievances, even if in all reality, he had no idea what they had been through together. But, he didn’t care, he never did, he strives on seeing others unhappy when he feels wronged by them and it was impossible to avoid. 

“You watch your mouth when you’re speaking to me.. Now, go upstairs.. No dinner, no nothing. I don’t want to see you until morning for school,” Mom replied with a quivering tone and I noticed her eyes begin to water.

“You should’ve just let us stay home,” Gareth replied and turned around, looking to me and smirking with an accomplished expression as he made his way upstairs to our room.

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After Gareth had gone upstairs, Mom went into the kitchen and continued making dinner, seeing her wipe under her eyes before any tears could fall, but I already knew she upset and trying not to cry. Sherri joined her in the kitchen to help and I went upstairs to talk to Gareth, entering our shared room and seeing him sitting on his bed. “What was all that about?” I asked.

“What? She was pissing me off, what other way is there to get her to cave without bringing Dad up?” He wondered in return.

“Well, yeah.. But she’s crying now.”


I stood there for a moment, seeing him still calm and content about everything that had just happened, “Are you going to be okay without dinner? I can try and bring you something from the fridge before I go to bed?” I wondered.

“I’ll be fine.. I ate more than you at the coffee shop for a reason..” He replied with a chuckle and I smirked.

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“So, what are you going to do all night?” I asked.

“Who knows, who cares.. Mom obviously doesn’t. Just go eat dinner, I’m gunna nap or something..” He replied and laid down, shutting his eyes and I sighed softly. As much as I wanted to believe that Gareth had his limits, I wondered what it would take to push him a little too far. I knew he would never hurt me, but if I ever got on his bad side, I wondered how far he would go to get back at me. I often didn’t question him, I understood him more than anyone, even Dad, but I was curious to know if he would ever treat me in such ways that he treats everyone else.

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Dinner was… Quiet. Mom and Sherri talked a little and I talked a little, too, but for the most part, it was quiet. Benny was working late like he usually did and there wasn’t really all that much to talk about anyways, I knew Mom didn’t want to talk much since she was still probably feeling terrible about what Gareth had said to her. As we grew older, we understood their situation more and more even despite them never wanting to discuss it with us, but I never really understood why they didn’t want to. From what we’ve put together, Mom and Dad met in college, maybe they dated maybe they didn’t.. They had us and stayed together, but eventually it began to get to be too much because maybe they were never meant to truly be together. One thing I can’t figure out though, is if Dad was dating Bennu at the same time as Mom, seeing as how us and Bahiti are so close in age, or did Dad not know about Bahiti until later? Is that what caused all the fighting to start, or was it going bad before he even knew about her? The more we tried to figure it out, the less they would want anything to do with the conversation. How badly did it really end?

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After dinner, Benny got home from work and talked with Mom in the kitchen about Gareth while Sherri and I watched television. Benny wasn’t happy at all about hearing what had happened between Gareth and Sherri, overhearing some of their discussion in the kitchen, but Mom left me out of it so Benny wouldn’t blame me as well; Gareth and I were known to come hand in hand with everything, but I stayed clear of making fun of Sherri. I didn’t mind her as much as Gareth did, though I still have to agree she was rather annoying to be around, I just never really get cruel about it like Gareth does.

Sherri went to bed earlier than me and I stayed up with Mom and Benny a little longer before she told me to go to bed around 10:00. I came to our room upstairs and Sherri was already sleeping, then I looked up towards Gareth’s bunk and whispered, “Gareth, are you still awake?” I listened for a moment and he moved a little in his bed, but didn’t reply. Knowing he was asleep, I got changed out of my clothes and into something to wear to sleep in, crawling into the bottom bunk and pulling the covers over my shoulders, shutting my eyes and slowly falling asleep.

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A rustling noise above me stirred my slumber and I was half awake, yet kept my eyes shut as I drifted back off to sleep.

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The muffled sound of voices coming from the other side of the door caused my eyes to open slowly and it took me a moment to wake up. I saw the bottom of Gareth’s bunk above me and it wasn’t caved in as if he was in it, “Gareth..?” I whispered, but I heard nothing. Suddenly, a muffled yet loud scream ran into my ears and I popped up from my bed instantly, seeing Sherri wake up and she ran to the door before I could. I hopped out of bed and looked up to Gareth’s, not seeing him in it and I ran after Sherri to see what was going on.

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Sherri ran out and I followed, seeing Gareth at the top of the stairs with a panicking expression, “I-I didn’t mean to! I didn’t!” Gareth hurried to say when I looked to him, then looking down the stairs as to what he was referring to. My eyes widened in horror as I looked downstairs to Mom lying on the ground and Benny was already down the stairs, sitting on the ground next to her and in a panic as well.

“Faline! Oh, God.. Faline!” Benny called out and my eyes teared up, already knowing she wasn’t okay.

Sherri then started to cry, “Mommy!” She called out.

I looked to Gareth who was at a loss for words, “What.. What happened?” I asked, looking back down the stairs and back to Gareth again.

“I.. I didn’t mean to,” he replied again.

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This didn’t make any sense.. I just saw her and she was fine, I wasn’t sure how to react to losing my mother in a matter of hours. What scared me more was that I wasn’t sure whether to believe Gareth or not from the lack of tears in his eyes. Benny was sobbing at the bottom of the stairs and Sherri was crying behind me, my eyes were filling with tears and I felt one fall down my cheek, but Gareth’s eyes didn’t show a single drop of sympathy. Maybe he dealt with loss in a different way, maybe I was over thinking it, or maybe there was something he was holding back. Either way, I’d find out eventually.. Now, I simply took the time to mourn my mother. Benny had gotten his cell phone and called 911, explaining how he needed an ambulance as I only cried more, knowing it was already too late.

Generation 2, Chapter 16

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I can’t believe how fast time flies.. Eight years ago when Faline moved out was when my life finally started to get better and things didn’t seem so difficult anymore. The day she left, I couldn’t wait to get her out the door. We had been getting more on each others nerves and less involved with one another’s needs, but she didn’t have what I wanted. Ever since I met Bennu, I knew I wanted to be with her, I wanted to try, yet she did nothing but deny me because of her career, or job, whatever stripping can be labeled. But, then something amazing happened and she came to my office as jaw-dropping as ever and then the fourth best thing happened in my life; our daughter, Bahiti. Everything changed then, this was the sign I was waiting for from Bennu and to be honest, the moment she stepped through my office doors was when I knew deep down is that that would be what led to the demise of Faline and I. Bennu never asked me to leave Faline, nor did she give me any ultimatum, but she couldn’t be with me knowing I was with Faline and I felt as if I’d never be happy unless I was with Bennu; so, Faline was out of the picture, just like that.

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Faline and I talked less and less, but that’s a given; she hates me more than anything, but I could care less. She married someone a few years back and they had a kid together; I only know because Gareth won’t stop complaining about it. Gareth doesn’t like her husband, who’s name always escapes me, nor the idea of not getting much attention from her anymore, but it’s understandable at that age. No one wants to be forgotten about. He’s grow away from Faline, too, ever since we split up; he enjoys being around Gibson, Lucy and I more so than Faline, but, I’m not complaining. I love spending time with my children. Gibson has grown into a pretty happy kid, nothing really bothers him and he doesn’t let a lot get him down, or at least he doesn’t let it show. His vision has gotten a little worse and I had to get him glasses not too long ago; he takes after Faline way more than me, he does have her eyes, after all.

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Gareth, Gibson and Bahiti are all 12 now and Lucy just turned 16. Lucy’s grown into a beautiful young woman and it bothers me whenever I see boys her age googly-eyed over her, but I try my hardest not to get involved. She’s a strong, capable, determined girl, and I trust her judgment; she hardly gets into trouble, either.. Well, at least she’s never gotten caught doing anything bad that I had to hear about.. She’s growing up to be a lot like Lana as far as not taking shit from anyone, yet she’s nothing like her at the same time. It’s hard to describe, but either way, I’m proud of how she turned out despite everything she’s been through her whole life. We’re still as close as ever and we got through all of the bullshit together; she’s helped me get passed things more than she knows.

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The summer festival was in town and we all came together to have fun and let go a little. Things at the bar were going well; I got rid of my secretary, Miss Chu, a little after Faline and I had split up and hired an older woman in her 40’s who knew how to do the job better. I hired a manager for the bar so I could have more time at home with my family, someone who could watch it without me needing to be there the whole time and they could even help me with my work in the office should I ever need them to. All of the kids have been doing so well in school, working hard to keep their grades up and I decided they all deserved a treat and I’m letting them do whatever they want today. Gareth, Gibson and Bahiti wanted to come to the festival, Lucy wanted to stay home or even go out with her friends, but since three of the four wanted to do the same thing, I made it into a family day and made her come with us all. But, Lucy doesn’t seem to mind now since she ran into some of her friends at the festival and I let her go off to hang out with them; just so long as she stays at the festival..

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I heard quick footsteps approaching me and I looked to the source, seeing my pretty little Bahiti running towards me and I smiled. 

Daddy, look! I’ve won so many tickets!” She called out joyfully and I chuckled, checking out how much she had earned and I’d guess she was holding about 35 tickets.

“Wow, that’s great, baby. Where’s your mom at?” I wondered and she looked around.

“Hmm.. Last time I saw her she was skating, do you want me to find her?” She questioned, looking back to me with a warm smile.

“No, that’s alright.. I’ll find her eventually.”

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“Can I get a snow cone?” She questioned next excitedly and I smiled more.

You can’t buy one with your tickets?” I joked and Bahiti laughed.

No, Dad! I need monneeyyy,” she pleaded sweetly and I chuckled, shifting where I sat and I pulled out my wallet, handing her a twenty dollar bill and putting my wallet back into my back shorts pocket, “Awesome, thank you!” She added as she turned on her heel and ran off and I watched her, letting out a soft sigh.


“She’s grown into quite the young lady, huh?” Asked a deeper, more intimidating voice than my own; my body quivering a little in discomfort. I didn’t respond, leaning forward angrily and trying to ignore the voice of my father. “She looks a lot like both you and Bennu.. Who do you think she’ll resemble more when she gets older?” He wondered, trying to make idle conversation and as much as it seemed genuine, his words always started out that way, yet he always eventually turned into the asshole I knew.

“Why the fuck are you wearing a suit? It’s 85 degrees outside,” I spat back, hating that he was still haunting me ever since I visited the cemetery 8 years ago. I saw my father from time to time throughout the years, but he had been coming back around more often now and I found it hard sometimes to get rid of him.

“Well, that’s a funny question,” he replied.

“Why,” I asked bluntly.

“Gareth seems happy, Gibson seems like a good boy,” he ignored my question.

“Don’t even taint them by looking at them,” I answered.


“What are you going to do when Bahiti gets to be Lucy’s age?” He questioned curiously.

“What does that mean..”

“Well, Lucy obviously has filled out. She’s a beautiful young woman just waiting to be tainted by boys like you when you were that age.”

“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded. I refused to listen to his words and refused to think of my Lucy being described in such ways.

“What? She’s not yours, don’t get so worked up.” He replied. There it was, the negative thoughts and everything that I hated thinking about, all popping into my head now that my father had showed up. My body shook with anger, yet I shut my eyes and repeated to myself in my head that he wasn’t really there, but no matter how many times I thought it, I could still see him sitting next to me out of the corner of my eye.


“You know..” He continued, making my skin crawl with rage even more, “Gareth is going to be quite the little handful, not like he isn’t already, but he’ll be.. Different. He’ll be like the both of us in no time.. Worse, maybe,” he continued, my vision going to Gareth as he had a water balloon fight with Gibson. I saw him smiling, laughing, enjoying the company of his brother playing with him and I in the background watching, yet, I noticed my father was right; I could see pain behind his eyes no matter what expression Gareth took and I wondered what my father knew about him that I didn’t.

“Don’t talk about him like you know him.. He’ll be fine. There’s nothing wrong with me and there won’t be anything wrong with him. You, on the other hand, I can’t vouch for,” I replied and I heard him chuckle lightly in amusement. 

“I’m not asking you to, I’m only telling you the truth. I’ve been telling you the same thing over and over again for the passed 8 years and you still refuse to believe it,” he replied, “Even the boys themselves have given you clues that something’s not right with them, why do you withdraw yourself whenever these signs are apparent?” He wondered.

My anger lessened as my curiosity grew, turning my attention towards my father slowly and as much as I hated looking at any part of him, we finally connected eyes and I watched him smirk, “It’s been a while since you’ve had enough balls to look at me,” he said softly in his deep tone and I sighed heavily. I was worried for Gareth and Gibson despite how much I tried to hide it. “Look, I’m the only one you know who understands this best, there’s no point in lying to yourself and telling yourself that your children aren’t weird in the head. They may not show it fully now, but whenever that time comes, it’ll be something catastrophic. What’s worse here is that they seem to feed off one another, a good and an evil duo, yet both of them have the same twitch in their brain that makes them want to do bad things,” he continued and I turned my attention back to the boys.

“Is there a point to what you’re saying?”

“What I’m saying, Jason, is that it’s already started. Two is worse than one, especially if the two work together,” he continued and I looked back over to him, raising a brow.


“What are you talking about? They haven’t done anything ‘catastrophic’ yet and they won’t,” I added, getting angry again by his words.

“Do you recall about two winters ago when Bahiti had come home crying, her nose bleeding, her face pale, her body shaking from being white-washed in the snow and tormented by a boy after school? He had called her names, very terrible names, and he even said terrible things about you and Bennu, probably thanks to his gossiping parents,” my fists balled in anger, remembering how scared and helpless she felt when she had gotten home. I could care less what the parents from the school said about us, all I cared about was that my youngest was getting bullied and no one seemed to be doing anything about it. Bahiti didn’t want to go back to school for a whole week, she refused, and I stayed home with her a few of the days that Bennu couldn’t, watching movies together and I held her as she sobbed on and off from what she had been put through. 

“Yeah.. I remember.”

“So, then you remember the boy being in the paper about two weeks after what happened to Bahiti?” He continued and I shook my head ‘no’, “Oh, you must’ve skipped over that section somehow.. He went missing, his parents thought he was kidnapped. But, they found his body when the snow melted in spring, he was bludgeoned to death with a bat and he had been buried under the snow the whole time,” he added and I looked to him with a somewhat worried expression.

“What does this have to do with anything?” I asked, trying to see his point.

“He was a big kid.. No one found out who did it, yet by the trajectory in which the bat had hit his skull, they said that someone his size or even smaller did it. Another child,” he continued.

“So? What, are you implying that one of the boys did it?”

“No, I’m implying that both worked together in order to get the job done in defending their sister since one of them alone probably would’ve ended up the same way Bahiti did. It only makes sense to have a partner in crime when you can’t get it done by yourself.”

“Are you seriously trying to convince me that Gareth and Gibson killed that little boy when they were only 10?” I asked, my expression growing worried, yet I tried to keep my cool as to not cause a scene; it would only look like I’m arguing with myself, anyhow..


I watched as my father looked to the boys, “I’m not trying anything, I can sense that you don’t not believe it.. I’m telling you that it’s already begun and there’s no stopping it now.. Well, unless you do something like I attempted, but I failed, and so might you,” he added and I caught him smiling towards Gareth.

“No, I would never do anything to hurt my family.. I don’t understand.. If all of that is true, how were they able to do it? How do they hide it?”

“Maybe they don’t know they did it. Maybe they do know but have a fine understanding of it to know it’s wrong, but they don’t care. Maybe they enjoyed it, maybe they didn’t feel like it was wrong because it felt right,” he continued.

“What felt right..? Defending their sister, or just killing him in general?” I questioned, joining my father in looking at the two boys.

“Only they know, ask them if you’d like.. See if they grow scared of you in thinking they’ll be punished, or see if they’re excited about it.”

“No, I can’t do that.. I can’t lump them into the same category as murderers.”

“Why? You’re one,” he threw back. Over the years that have passed, bits and pieces of the night that Lana died came back into my mind and I realized only about a year or two ago that I was the one that pushed her over the edge. I went through a little rough patch in my life when I had finally realized it, but I was able to get passed it quicker that I had imagined I would.

“And so are you,” I replied.

“Then who’s to rule out that they aren’t?”

“Just stop, Dad.. Please.. Just let me enjoy this day with my family. I’m getting tired of talking to you,” I requested, unable to handle the conversation anymore and he didn’t say anything for a few long seconds.


I leaned forward again and took a moment to breathe, calming my mind and continuing to watch the boys. I didn’t know what to say.. When I looked at them, all’s I saw was two happy kids who have had a life with its up’s and down’s, but now that my father had opened my eyes a little more, I wasn’t sure what to think now when I looked at them. They looked so innocent. Gibson looked up to Gareth and Gareth has always looked out for his siblings, but it was still hard for me to believe that they could’ve done something so cruel already at such a young age.. Killing someone.. Gareth liked to pull his pranks and taunt his siblings, he was the one I had to punish the most out of all my children, but he’s never been that evil. Well, to my knowledge, at least..


I stood from the bench, still watching the boys as I heard my father behind me, “Off to be with the family now?” He wondered.

“Yeah.. I’ve spent enough time just sitting here doing nothing,” I replied.

“You haven’t been doing nothing, you’ve been realizing and coming to terms with what happens to boys that are born in this family. It’s quite alright, you’ll come to understand it better soon.”

“I understand it just fine.. We’re crazy, we try to do things that we think is helping our loved ones, we try our hardest to make sure everything is the way it should be. But, what’s happened to everyone? What happens to the ones that try?” I wondered.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“What happened to your Dad? What happened to your grandfather? Great grandfather? ..Is there no one left to these families besides the ones that are here with me now?”

“My father killed my sisters and my mother, my grandfather killed himself, and my great grandfather experimented on his wife which eventually killed her. Happy now?”

“Not even close..” I replied, sighing heavily to myself.


“So.. You tried to stop it all by getting rid of the only known Dubois’ to be alive, which I’ll remind you again that it was your own children and your wife, just to stop anything else bad from happening?”

“More or less, yes.”

“Well, like you’ve said a million times already, you failed. I’m here, my son’s and daughter’s are here, my sisters are here and their husbands, their children.. Looks like it’s never going to stop because I sure as hell am never going to be the one to lay a single violent finger on my family. So, with that being said, I’d appreciate it if you never showed up like this again. I’ve had hope that one day it would be mom instead of you, but it’s always you, wearing the same goddamn thing, saying the same stupid shit over and over. If you want us to live, if you’re worried that I might fall off the handle and do something to them, then leave me alone. You’re the only thing that shows me how right you are about us, that I’m nuts because you’re obviously dead, yet here you are.. Feeding me all of this information as if you want me to do something about it and I won’t. I’ll never stoop down to your level, I’ll never hurt anyone again.. Just leave me and what’s mine alone.”

“I’m sorry, Jason, our minds just don’t work that way. You’re the one that wants advice, guidance, some kind of understanding, so here I am. We’ll see each other again, I’m sure of it..” He replied.


I shut my eyes and took a deep breath in, letting it out slowly and I checked out of the corner of my eye to see if my father was still sitting on the bench, but he was gone.. Good. I didn’t really have any plans on what I would do about my father, I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, listening to him repeat himself over and over about how he had failed at killing all of us the night that he tried. I could tell he had regret, but it wasn’t for trying to kill his family, it was failing at doing so. To think that if he had succeeded, it made me sick to think about how none of my children would be here, Lana would still be alive, Faline would’ve never met me and we never would have had that one night at college and I wouldn’t have my twins, I wouldn’t have Bahiti, Hitomi would’ve never married John and had Helena, Anya would’ve never met her husband.. So many lives other than our own would be so different had my father succeeded; whether they’re better or worse, with or without us, I’ll never know. 

“Be good, boys,” I said sternly as I walked passed Gareth and Gibson to go inside and search for everyone else.


I walked into the complex and I loved that we had the place to ourselves mostly. Bahiti stood by the edge of the skating rink, watching Bennu skate by herself and I joined her by the edge, watching her skate as well. After Faline and I had split up and she moved out, it didn’t take me long to get back in touch with Bennu and catch her up on everything that’s been happening. I told her about Faline and how she wasn’t involved in my life anymore and I told her about how I gained custody of Lucy and everything involving Faline and the boys. We started dating then and eventually I introduced Bennu and Bahiti to Lucy, Gareth and Gibson. Bennu and Lucy became friends quickly and Lucy absolutely loved the idea of a little sister more than her little troublesome brothers, Lucy and Bahiti liked to spend time with one another and play together. The boys loved to have someone younger than them around to tease and torment, but at the same time they loved playing with Bahiti and showing her new things; they’ve almost become more protective over Bahiti than I already was. The twins took a few years to accept Bennu being around more, but they seem to like her just fine now.


Bennu and I got married around 5 years ago and were even thinking about having another baby together, but it just never really happened; my life was hectic enough as it was, and although I would’ve been ecstatic if she were to get pregnant again, I knew I’d have to sacrifice a lot more than I already was to deal with the baby; not to mention a mountain of more stress and responsibility that I wasn’t stable enough for. I smirked softly as I watched Bennu struggle to keep her balance as she strolled around in skates for the first time in her life, admiring how well she was doing. I looked to the opposite side of the rink and noticed Lucy by herself now and I guessed that her friends had left, watching Bennu like I was and she gave Bennu encouraging words to keep her going without falling.


“I hope she doesn’t fall,” Bahiti said softly and I looked over towards her with a smile.

“She won’t, look at her.. She’s a natural,” I replied and I looked to Bennu who was already smiling at me  before she passed us in the rink. “Why aren’t you out there with her?” I wondered.

“I don’t know.. It looks hard, and I don’t wanna fall.. I know I’m going to,” she replied with a sigh.

“No you wouldn’t, you’re strong and confident just like your mother. Look at how well she’s doing and it’s her first time. You know how to ride a bike, don’t you?”

“Yeah.. You taught me how,” she confirmed.

“Well, then of course you can skate. It’s a little harder than a bike, but not impossible. You can do it, baby,” I replied with a warm smile.


Bennu came out from the rink and I watched her as she removed her skates, admiring her slender legs and she looked up to me and smiled as she put on her sandals. Every chance I could get, I’d check her out and lust after her, I couldn’t help it. I’m proud of myself for being faithful to Bennu, even despite than many tempting opportunities that still come my way, but I have no reason to stray any further; Bennu is what I’ve always wanted, all I’ve ever wanted since the day I met her. I looked to Bahiti for a moment, “Why don’t you go over to Lucy and see if she’ll skate with you?” I suggested, looking back over to Bennu and noticing an inviting smile on her lips.

“Okay,” she agreed, running off then to go to Lucy as I made my way over to Bennu.


I walked up to her slyly, “And where do you think you’re going, huh?” I teased, putting my hands around her waist and pulling her against me as she let out a gentle giggle.

“Looking for my handsome husband,” she replied with a gentle bite of her bottom lip.

“Well, we haven’t spent time together yet here at the fest, how about you meet me in that photo booth behind you and we can take some dirty pictures,” I suggested, hearing her let out another gentle giggle as I leaned in and pecked her lips softly, “Come, on.”


I looked around to see what Lucy and Bahiti were doing, but they weren’t looking towards us and I motioned with my head for Bennu to follow me. I walked towards the photo booth and stepped in and she joined me in the booth with no time to spare. I watched as she entered the money needed to get the picture taking started and I sat on the bench, running my hands up and down her legs as she faced the screen. She faced me quickly when she was done and pressed her lips to mine harshly, deepening the kiss instantly and she disconnected after the first flash as her lips were like a waterfall down my chin, neck, over my clavicle, pulling my shirt up to kiss my chest and her lips soon danced just above the rim of my shorts. Another camera flash and she undid my pants, looking down at her as she looked up to me, my lips parted and panting softly with anticipation. No matter where we were, Bennu and I constantly kept things entertaining and new, whether our moods were good or bad, it always ended in a loving or rough way that involved little to no clothing. We talked about things, we understood one another, we kept each other in line and we still haven’t had any type of discrepancy that would threaten what we had or make either of us think of leaving the other. It just.. Worked. 


After a joyous, spent-too-long-in-the-photo-booth time, I buckled my pants and she laughed excitedly, my eyes wandering up and down her as she walked out wiping her thumb over her bottom lip. I gathered myself quickly and followed her out of the booth, seeing her eyeing the pictures that were taken and she giggled. Bennu looked to me with a seductive grin and handed off the photos to me, “You should get rid of that before one of the kids see.” I smirked flirtatiously and watched her begin to walk away from me and I looked at the photos, seeing most of them were of me making pleasure-filled smiles and the back of Bennu’s head at the bottom. I felt my face grow warm and I folded the pictures, tearing it up then and shoving the pieces into my pocket.


I watched Lucy skate with Bahiti for a little while, seeing her teaching Bahiti how to keep her balance and how to stop. Lucy soon left Bahiti in the rink and came out, undoing her skates and putting her normal shoes on and she walked over to me. “Dad, can I go out with my friends now? I’ve been here for like a million hours already.”

“Oh, come on.. Is it that bad to spend time with your siblings?” I asked.

“Well.. No, that’s not what I mean.. I just, wanna go out.. You know.. Without my little siblings?” She added and I chuckled.

“Where are you going and who with?”

“Dad, it’s always with Cara. You know that, she’s my best friend.”

“Any guys?”

“Daaaaaaaad.. Come on, we just wanna go to the movies or something.”

“Or something..?” I questioned a little more sternly.


“Dad, it’s Cara.. She’s as prude as they come. No guys, just a movie. Okay?” She asked sweetly, though it was still hard for me to say yes right away.

“Well, true.. But there’s guys at the movies, so who are you meeting there?”

“Oh my god.. Dad.. Plleeaasseee? Please stop being so protective and let me go! It’s just a movie, Cara’s Mom is going to pick us up, its fineeee,” she continued to stress with a smile.


“So.. If I call Cara’s Mom, she’ll know you two are at the movies together not meeting anyone else?” I questioned sternly still.

Lucy put on a huge smile and batted her long, beautiful eyelashes, “Please, Dad? Cara needs to get out more and I’m fun, I’m her best friend and I wanna take her out and be there for her. Pleeeeeaaase?”

“Only if you start dolling yourself down. You’re too pretty, Princess. I’m not worried about you, I’m just worried about everyone else,” I say with a smirk and she only smiles more.

“I’ll be fine, Dad, you know me. I even still have that knife you gave me in my purse and I have pepper spray on my key ring. I’ll be fine,” she stressed more and I sighed, soon nodding.

“Alright, but be home before 11:00.”

“12:00.” She compromised.





“Midnight.” My final offer.

“Okay, midnight.” Lucy confirmed and I leaned in to peck her forehead.


Lucy took home Gareth before she went out with Cara and was driving in front of me as I drove Bahiti, Bennu and Gibson home. “Did you guys have fun?” I asked.

“Yeah! It was so fun,” Bahiti replied.

“Yeah, Gareth and I had a waterballoon fight, it was awesome!” Gibson added.

“Who won?” I asked.

“Gareth… But I got him a lot, too!”

“I bet you did, he’s hard to beat though. You’ll get him next time, Gibs,” I added and I heard him chuckle.

“Damn right I will!”

Language, Gibson..” Bennu warned him and I saw in my rear view mirror him make an embarrassed expression and he smiled towards her.

“Sorry..” He apologized and I smirked, seeing Lucy pull into our driveway then and I pulled in after her.


“Alright, time for bed, everyone,” Bennu announced once we all got inside.

“Whyyyyyyyy, I’m not tired!” Gareth contested as he walked the slowest up the stairs to his room.

Now, young man,” Bennu added sternly and I looked to her briefly with lust as she always took such good control over them all. Despite Bennu not being Gareth and Gibson’s mother, they listened to her as if she were Faline and I was grateful that they were so compliant to her words just as they were to mine. ” Goodnight,” she added and the three of them replied just the same.


I looked back over to Bennu when I heard the boys and Bahiti’s bedroom doors close, seeing her still smiling from whatever was on her mind and I tightened my grip around her waist a little more. “Did you enjoy yourself today?” I wondered.

“Yes, very much. I never thought I’d ever roller skate before, it was quite the experience,” she replied with a light chuckle.

“You didn’t even fall once, either. You’re a natural,” I complimented and she looked up to me with a soft smirk. 

“Were you all right today? You sat on the bench outside watching the boys for quite some time. You seemed like you were thinking very hard,” she asked and I lost some of the happiness to my smile.

“Yeah.. I’m fine. I was just.. Thinking about work,” I replied, lying.


Bennu turned towards me and frowned softly, “Today was a relaxing day, you shouldn’t have worried about work at all,” she replied with a quieter tone and I could tell she felt sorry for me.

“I know, I’m sorry..  There was just a lot on my mind today that I couldn’t seem to shake,” I answered.

“Well, let me help you forget it even more,” she suggested, pushing herself up taller and pressing her lips to mine softly, bringing my hands up to the sides of her neck and returning the kiss without contest.

After a few long passionate seconds, I disconnected our lips and hoisted her into my arms effortlessly and she let out a giddy laugh, “You’re comin’ upstairs with me now, my gorgeous wife,” I added, Bennu holding on as her fingers played with the hair on the back of my head and I brought her quickly up the stairs and into our room.


It never ceases to amaze me on how I got so lucky. Despite my life seeming like a terrible roller caster ride with more downs than ups and loopholes even I myself have a hard time getting passed, things have smoothed out and I feel as if I’ve finally got my life in control. My children are amazing and I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome to the mistakes I’ve made. Lucy, Gareth, Gibson, Bahiti; they’re all what keeps me sane in this fucked up life of mine and now I have Bennu to thank for making me into the decent man I am today. She keeps me level, honest, and out of trouble; I don’t know what I would do without her.

Generation 2, Chapter 15

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I’ve known for a while now that Jason and I weren’t going to work out.. When it would all come down onto us, who knew, but I for one didn’t except it so soon. We’ve only been together for 4 years and already things are rocky, but I should’ve known better than to think he had the potential of changing. I knew deep, deep down that he’d always be the same guy, unable to stick with one person and I wasn’t even sure if he was capable of love. Gareth and Gibson bring me so much joy and happiness, but deep down I still wish they never happened, at least not with Jason..

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It was a goal of mine the whole time in college before I knew Jason to avoid him, never hearing anything good about him and knowing that he got around the most out of anyone I knew. Why couldn’t I have just resisted that one night by the bonfire? If I didn’t have that liquid courage coursing through me I would’ve been smart enough to say no, to tell him to get away from me and that there was no chance in hell.. Yet, I didn’t. The way he acted that night when we were in his room, he was gentle but fun, rough yet loving; he was a whole different person in bed. I knew why now that every girl wanted to be with him, the way he treated a girl when he was with them in bed made you 100% convinced that he had feelings for you, that you meant something to him, that he cared; a true Romancer.. But, you learned the awful truth only after everything had played out according to his needs. 

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I couldn’t believe the day had finally come, the day we were done with. Here I thought that I was the last one he’d ever be with, it made me feel amazing that he had chosen me out of every other girl out there, but it all meant nothing now. I sat in the park after I had gotten off work, not ready to go home yet though I knew I would have to since I had a few things waiting for me to pick up still. It’s been about two weeks since I had asked Anya and Julia for advice and since then, Jason and I have been a complete mess. I can’t bare to look at him and he can’t stand me not talking to him.. We had already worked out the hard details of when each of us would get the boy’s, but there was nothing else that needed to be discussed, so I refuse to talk to him anymore. Jason is officially dead to me.

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Breaking the news to Lucy made her upset, she cares for me a lot and I know that she considers me a motherly figure, but I won’t abandon her. I’ve talked to her about everything and have told her she’s still welcome to come to my new place with the twins if she ever wants to; I’ve grown fond of Lucy and if she still wants to see me and spend time with me, Jason is going to have to respect that and let her. Gareth and Gibson don’t really understand why I’m not going to be living with Jason and them anymore, and they don’t understand why  they need to be separated from at least one of us at a time, but they’ll grow to figure it and hopefully they’ll accept it soon.

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I finally raised myself from the park fountain slowly, looking around and still not wanting to go home, but Jason had to go to work soon and I needed to pick up the last of my things and the boys; we agreed that I would get them weekdays and he gets them on the weekends, and seeing how it was only Monday, I’ll take the boys with me to my new apartment in the city tonight. I’ve been on the edge of tears all day and it was nearly impossible to keep from crying at work when my friends at the lab wouldn’t stop asking what’s wrong, but somehow I managed. My pocket buzzed and I pulled out my cell phone, seeing Jason calling me and I hit the ignore button, walking out of the park then to make my way back to the house.

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The entire drive home I couldn’t get the sadness I felt out of the pit of my stomach, it had been there for a while now though and I knew it still wouldn’t be gone for an even longer while no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I was stupid to believe that we’d stay together forever, I was stupid to think that he loved me even the slightest bit, and I was stupid to let it go on this long and acting like he was a saint when deep down I knew he wasn’t faithful from the beginning. A car honking behind me snapped me back into reality and I saw that the light was green for me to go and I did, continuing to drive to the house and I could feel my insides beginning to tense up from nerves. All I wanted to do was pick up my stuff and the twins and leave, but I knew Jason wasn’t going to make it that easy for me.

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I took a deep breath and got out of the car, walking to the front door and looking in through the large windows to see if anyone was in the foyer and I noticed Lucy sitting on the couch reading a book. I stood there for a moment, watching her and almost savoring seeing her so calm, yet I knew she was doing reading in the foyer because she was waiting for me. I continued to the door and walked into the house, watching Lucy perk up instantly and she dropped her book on the couch to come over to me.

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Are you going now? I wish you didn’t have to leave, I liked having you around,” Lucy said softly and I couldn’t help but smile; she was such a sweet girl. 

“I don’t have to leave, I just need to. We’ve been over this, your Dad and I, just.. Want to be friends,” I repeated; we’ve been over this so many times within the past few weeks.

But, if you just want to be friends then why not just stay for my brothers?” She questioned for the hundredth time.

“Lucy..” I began, but I was cut off by a deeper voice.

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Luce.. Go to your room, please,” Jason told Lucy and she looked to him as he made his way downstairs to join us.

Dad, can I go with Gareth and Gibson to Faline’s? Pleeassee?” Lucy asked excitedly and my expression went surprised, not knowing she was going to put him on the spot like this and I looked to Jason as he reached the bottom of the stairs and walked over to join us.

No.. Don’t you think Faline wants to get settled into her new place? The boys are a handful as it is, I don’t think she-” He stopped when I cut him off.

“Sure, I don’t mind, I could use an extra pair of hands to help me unpack, huh, Lucy?” I asked her with a smile and she nodded happily towards me, looking back up to Jason then.

“See? She doesn’t care.. I wanna go, can I?” She asked again and I watched as Jason looked to me with a displeased expression. I wasn’t trying to make him angry, but I had to admit, it felt good seeing that annoyed look in his eyes after everything he’s done to me. Lucy obviously wanted to be with me more than him right now, and I knew that made him upset. I gave him a soft smirk, waiting for his answer with Lucy and I could see in his face that he wanted to say no again.

“Fine.. Go pack a bag while I help Faline with her things,” Jason replied and I was surprised by his answer. I watched Lucy excitedly run past Jason and upstairs to go to her room, though I was unhappy that it had led to him helping me with my stuff; I almost wanted to call Lucy back just to stay in the room with us so things didn’t get heated or out of hand. 

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Nothing good ever came to us when we were alone; ever since the night I had talk to his sisters about him, him and I have been cruel to one another and our fighting seemed to never stop. Once I had finally gotten him to confess everything, though I still felt he left some things out, my hatred almost instantly outweighed what I had thought was love and he’s seen how angry I can be. But, one thing that always bothered me and kept me wondering was when he was going to show me his true side.. I knew he was still keeping something from me, yet, despite how much I wanted to know what it was, I was scared at the same time. I was scared of him. Never have I seen him treat me like how he’d treated all of the girls before me in college, it was as if he’d done a 180 and nothing mattered between us anymore.. I knew now he was trying to hurt me, trying to bring me down like he had done to all of the others; I was curious on when that time would finally come.. But, the look in his eyes now told me I was about to experience a piece of it..

I looked to the last of my things near the door and Jason began to walk towards me, but I walked towards my things, not wanting to look at him anymore already and before I could begin bringing my stuff outside, Jason turned me forcefully to face him and I removed my arm from his grip, “Don’t touch me, you never get to touch me again. Are we clear?” I warned, but he barely backed down.

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He drew closer to me and I cowered slightly, taking a step away from him but my back hit the window. I could feel the heat of rage coming off of him and his face was inches from mine now. I averted my eyes from his and shut them, beginning to grow a little frightened by how successful his intimidation technique was. “Let me make something clear to YOU.. The moment we decided to end this and you decided to leave, you gave up the authority you held in this house. You will not pin Lucy against me, she will never be in the middle of this, and your word will never, ever, come first before mine when it comes to her. If I say no, then what’s the answer?” He asked me, though I thought it was rhetorical, so I didn’t respond. “What’s the answer?” I jumped gently in fear from his raised voice and harsher tone.

“No,” I replied in a whisper, trying my best to make sure he knew that I understood him so he would back off a little.

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I opened my eyes slowly and he was still standing his ground closer to me than I would like. “I’m glad we understand one another,” Jason said softly, “I’ll take this stuff to your car.. You get the boys ready,” he continued, reaching up to touch my face and I winced as he cupped my cheek into his palm. I watched him smirk out of the corner of my eye, leaning in then and kissing my cheek. My skin crawled and the only thing I could do was shut my eyes again to make this less painful, less uncomfortable. Was he trying to prove that I was powerless when it came to him? I couldn’t do anything, wouldn’t do anything, and he knew it. God, I hate this man. Even at the end of everything, my final few minutes of being in this house for the last time, he made sure that I knew who was in control, who had always been, and who would always remain in control; he had drained me completely. Even through all of this emotional pain and torment he had put me through, I could tell that this was him only making things worse, but with a smile on his face this time now that I was aware of everything he had been hiding. Now that I knew, there was nothing to hide and there was nothing to go back on; I could tell he enjoyed making me feeling like this now.. As if he hasn’t punished me enough already when I’ve done nothing wrong..

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Jason’s hand slipped away from my face and he finally backed off, stepping over to my belongings and grabbing it all for me to take to my car. When the front door shut behind him, I couldn’t hold back anymore, feeling a few tears escape my eyes and I covered my mouth to hush my crying. My heart was pounding out of my chest and I was relieved that I could breathe now without Jason in my face, trying my hardest to get my crying out as quick as possible so neither Jason nor the kids knew I wasn’t happy.

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After calming down the best that I could, I quickly went upstairs and to the boy’s room, wanting to hurry and leave faster. I saw the two playing in their pen, a forced smile running across my lips when Gibson looked over to me, “You guys ready to go to Mommy’s place?” I wondered.

“Yeah, I guess so..” Gibson replied, but nothing came from Gareth.

“Gareth, you ready?” I asked him, but he still didn’t reply; he hasn’t talked to me much since we told them everything that was going on.

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I walked over to the playpen and picked up Gibson, fixing his shirt a little and brushing down his hair in back in a soft manner, “I know this is tough and my place is going to be a little smaller and hard to get used to, but it’ll be fun. I’m on the very highest floor and you can see the city lights, it’s very pretty,” I told them both, yet Gareth still didn’t bother to acknowledge me within the room. Gibson was the same as Gareth at first, scared and unsure, but he came around quicker than I thought and he seemed excited about living here and also in the city at times.

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I heard the door open behind me and I knew it was Jason, not bothering to turn around and acknowledge him and I continued to pay attention to Gibson. “Car’s all ready, how are my little men doing?” Jason wondered, but I couldn’t tell if he was talking to me or asking them, so I didn’t say anything.

“I don’t wanna go,” Gareth said softly, sighing to myself and watching Jason walk over to him and lift him into his arms.

“Sure you do, it’ll be fine, big guy,” Jason comforted. Normally I would find all of this comforting, too, but now I just find it more heartbreaking that this man in front of me has many faces; though I am glad that none of the kids have ever seen the bad face that I know.