As I looked at my father's back . I felt the shame he was subjected to. Never thought that, a day like this would come to fruition. Where in his world, everyone marked him as a menace to society more so an embarrassment to his parents. For they knew not that he's in his fifties and the only paycheck he ever relied on was his own. Only if I could have resisted the glare that Jeane Armstrong shot me. He would have been safe at home. 

"What's your verdict?" declared the judge in an insufferable tone

A myriad of memories flooded my mind. Where Jeane was the protagonist. A light that saved me from the darkness. Our raw love compensated for the fact she was one year younger than I. 

"Tom, Do you love me" inquired Jeane

Batting her eyes, I was captured by her whims. I had heard a story of men being trapped in a loveless marriage or relationship. Jeane was different. Even though she was my first official love, I had countless admirers. They could careless what I thought. 

"Yes!" I exclaimed 

That same day, he showed up. In his perspective, I was a brat. As he usually told me when Jeane was not in our presence. All I saw in his eyes were malice and hate. Once he saw my hand around her waist and chased me down like a dog. 

"Is your father always like that?" I asked Jeane

"Sad to say, yes." Jeane replied 

As I looked into her being, her heart broke into three pieces. One for me another more her father and the last she held trying to decide who deserved it.

Even though Gulper was a Metropolis, She shun with radiance at the arrival of spring where there was a spectacle of flowers. That day we went out on a picnic. She brought tea and biscuits with humus. On the other hand I brought PB and J sandwiches. When she bit into it, her eyes sparkled as if she had seen an angel. I was about to ask her how it was. When abruptly, her mouth graced another bite of the sandwich. The day was complete. 

As I walked her home. She gave me a kiss, one that was passionate and filled with all her love. That was the last straw. He ran behind me like a bulldozer. The same time my father drove up and saw the il-mannered treatment reprimanded to his son. 

" Get in the car!" He ordered me

That today hands flew like Mohammed Ali and destiny forsook my father. 

"Guilty on all accounts" the Forman replied 

Like that he was a convicted criminal while Gilbert left unschaved. 


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