Jerry stood there for a moment with Sara pulling his arm and his father staring at him. Is he bluffing? Is he trying to fake him out? His father was a lot of things..a liar a manipulator but there were times when he could tell he'd been serious and this was one of those times.

"Look, kiddo. We sparred it out and you put me in my place. I accept that. But when the cops , her father, find out you've been associated with that crime. They won't care that you're only 14. You'll be tried as an adult and if you get guilty for it, you'll be sent away and you know what happens to young men in jail?"

The child gripped his head and then looked up.

"Give me a damn reason, why I shouldn't just take her and tell the cops."

Jerry tried to threaten but it came out very weak in the end.

"I'll tell you the truth... But I won't tell it to anyone but you and that means that she has to leave."

Jeff said as he pointed to the entrance. Sara shook her head wildly and clung to Jerry even more but the boy was very eager to find out the truth. He looked to the crying girl and explained.

"I've waited on this all my life, Sara. I'll be over soon."

But as soon as he said that, Sara ran for the entrance and left him with a very strange feeling. Why did she run away? He said he'd be over in a moment , so why did she run.

"God dammit..."

Jeff said as he tried to compose himself in front of Jerry.

"Come on, Jerry. We're going on a trip."

The killer said as he walked away, expecting the kid to follow but all he got was silence. He turned to see the face of a person he never recognized in him. This made him smile somewhat.

"You've really grown a lot in the years that I've raised you... But I'm serious. I can't explain fully without going to this area. So come on."

After hearing this, Jerry nodded.

"Alright, Jeff."

He said after a while and walked to the killers side. Jeff never admitted it , but , he felt somewhat pained that the kid wouldn't call him father anymore. It wasn't really anything big but still...raising him all those years and not letting him come to considerable harm. It wasn't all a lie.

"You could call me 'Pa' you know...I did still raise you, Jerry."

He stated as they walked out of the cave and down a dirt path. Jerry just stayed silent for the most part, he didn't want to face his so called father. After all the pain that he'd caused him...he didn't deserve it.

"You don't deserve the word 'father'."

Jeff felt a surge of pain hit him like no other ever had.

"...okay..kid."

He said with no emotion in his voice. They reached their van and got in. Jerry had thought that Jeff was just gonna kidnap him again but to his shock, he brought a small box out.

"You know what's in this?"

He asked the kid and Jerry shook his head.

"After I kidnapped you from there...I went back to salvage some stuff..I took medicines, some burned help books and even that old teddy you'd been hugging that night. I took no time and well I guess what I'm trying to say is....you redeemed me."

Jerry listened close to the man and didn't know what to feel.

"Why did you take me."

Came the question and Jeff laughed a little.

"I really don't know...I mean, do I look like the type of guy that has a wife and kid? I'm a killer, son...it was born in my blood and it cost me the lives of my brother, mother and step father. I'm sick, Jerry and I know I'm sick. But when I saw you crying and covered in filth...it made me so angry."

Something made Jerry freeze...covered in...filth?

"This is a picture I took of you on my phone."

Jeff pulled the item out and showed a child covered in grime.

"Those..rich twats just left you crying , didn't even bother looking to see what was wrong...I could have even killed you and they'd not notice it. It made me think, why should they have a child..when they don't even care. I was going to kill you on that night... But when I looked in your eyes, you had the same ones as my brother that I loved so much. So I killed your parents..the rich idiots that never even cared to see what was making you cry and I took you."

The killer was actually crying a little , thinking of that night.

"So you can call me anything you want, but I am more of a fucking father than the one that never bothered to look after you."

Jerry was numb. Was his whole life a sham? Did anything in it even resemble reality?

"So that thing you said, about me not deserving it...I hope that's a fucking lie. If you had been left there, you'd have died from neglect. I've seen it before...families with two sides..they smile for the public, but when the door closes. It's a different side"

Jeff said as he took out a bottle but then stopped.

"What I did was stupid and no doubt it was dumb. But I don't regret raising you. Not even for one moment."

And with that said he took a drink of his alcohol.

Jerry said nothing at all. Just sat there thinking of everything that he'd been told and feeling that twitch even stronger than now. He just...he just...

Wanted to kill.
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Jeff told the truth , but was it too much to bear?