“But you did, you’re a murderer.”
“I am. If I could go back and change things I would.”
“But you can’t. I’m an orphan because of you.”
“I heard about your father’s death. I’m sorry.”
“He couldn’t live without my mum and then he probably couldn’t live with this bloody secret.”
“I don’t know why he took his own life. I didn’t know much about the man but he stood by Vicky and was a father to you.”
“He did the best he could under the circumstances.”
“The circumstances?”
“I know who you are.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I know everything.”
“And you came to visit me anyway.”
“I had to see you. I needed to see the murderer of my mum and the man that made me.”
“I didn’t raise you. That Adkin’s fellow was your father and for good reason. I wasn’t fit to be anyone’s dad.”
“I agree. But here it is I’m looking at an older version of me. I never noticed the resemblance before. I went but and looked at the old news videos of you on the tele. Then you looked like I do now. You claim you weren’t having an affair with my mum.”
“I wasn’t. She dumped me after I’d gotten her pregnant. I was a drunken bum compared to Peter. He had a steady job and all the frills. I was without employment and still with my grandmother. I couldn’t tell the bloke to piss off. I didn’t want to tell ‘em that. Your father didn’t care that Vicky was pregnant by another. He was like all the men. He was in love with Vicky and he was willing to do whatever it took to be with her. Halfway through the pregnancy, she told me she was going to marry Peter Adkins and I was relieved. I wasn’t ready to be a husband and a father. I was a world-class fuck up. I’m in prison now and as you can see nothing changed through the years. I know you probably want this convoluted story of affairs to be true but it’s not. Vicky dropped me after she was pregnant with you. She was sodding serious about being a good mum and she barely spoke a few words to me after she was married to Peter Adkins. It’s okay to hate me. We may look alike but you’re nothing like me.”
I couldn’t look away from him. He was a stranger and he didn’t know me. He only knew what the media put out for him to see. I was an addict. I was just like the bastard that gave me life. I hadn’t taken a life but there were so many instances where I could’ve. Driving under the influence of drugs too many times to recollect.
“Jagger, you can be angry with me for everything. I deserve it. I’m the villain in your life story.
“You are. You are bloody scum.”
“I’ve had all these years to think about my life, my mistakes and I’m here where I belong. I found God here.”
“Am I supposed to give a shit that you found God? Your actions completely fucked my life up.”
“You’re right.”
“I have no parents, no siblings all because of a bloody addict.”
“This information you have about me, you should pretend that you don’t know it. I’m not going to tell anyone. What good would it do?”
“Why haven’t you sold your story to a tabloid? I’m a rich and famous celebrity.”
“I know your celebrity.”
“Well answer the question.”
“I took your mum’s life. At least I could do is bugger off and leave you be.”
“Am I supposed to thank you for not making a few quid off my name?”
“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”
“What are you saying tosser?”
“I don’t know what I’m saying. I just didn’t want to cause you any more grief. I’m sorry I did this to you.”
“I don’t accept your bloody apology. My childhood was shitty because of you. My adult life was in shambles because of you. You have a fucking mother. I don’t.”
“I don’t know what to say to you.”
“Does your mum even know I exist?”
“Yes, I told her about you, your true parentage but I swore her to secrecy. She put her hand on the Bible. She’s secretly so proud of you. She has all your records, your DVDs, everything. She’s so proud.”
“I don’t even know this woman.”
“I know but she knows of you. I used to play piano and guitar as a lad. I even played footy. I had potential you know but then at a very early age, I fell in with the wrong crowd. I became a raging boozer, then came the drugs.”
“I have no sympathy for you. You are a shitty person. I hope you die in here. An eye for an eye, you took my mum’s life and what you did made the only dad I knew kill himself.”
“I know you hate me, but I’m the only parent you have left.”
“Parent, you can’t use that word.”
“I apologize. I just have all this time now to think about my life, my choices and my wrongdoings. I’m completely sober in here. I know that I should have been there for you when you were a baby. You’re my blood.”
“Blood. Really? How convenient now that I have money.”
“Your money doesn’t do much for me in here. I have at least another five years before they will even consider me for parole. You always had money. You were doing the commercials before you could walk. Vicky would take pity on me and tell me things. She was so proud of you. You were her special boy. Once I was on a bender and I begged her to let me see you. It was before you started primary school. She told me to be at the pub across from the park round her neighborhood. She was going to take you to the park and let me watch from across the way. Vicky thought I didn’t show up but I did. I was
