Chapter 39: How The Many Walls Crumble

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Within an hour, I was back in the city of Inkopolis and I even found myself a high table in the Nautical Diner for a lunch break. Well, Michael's lunch break. Marie actually gave me his schedule for the week, and it said he'd be on break at about 1:00. I checked my watch that Marie had given me. 12:55.

Me: Where is he?

Mike: Right here.

I looked over my shoulder and saw him approach. He stepped over and pulled a stool over and hopped up onto it. I needed to keep my composure, and he was as chill as an ice cream.

Mike: Hey dude. Marie told me you wanted to meet up.

Me: Why, as a matter of fact, yes I did. So how long have we known each other?

Mike: Two years, roughly. Man, if only you were back here a month ago. My 23rd birthday was last month.

Me: Damn. Happy belated, then.

Mike: Happy belated, indeed. Now I know that we haven't been on the best side of terms, but I assure you that as brothers, we'll have each other's back. No matter what.

Me: Yeah. "Brothers."

Mike: You sounded extremely unsure about that. What's been circling through your head?

Me: Well, I figured that, since I have a kid now, I think it's time I... you know. Settle down, raise the family.

Mike: Really? What's he like?

Me: How'd you know that Emma had a boy?

Mike: Sorry. I always do that. Stereotyping and assuming the gender. So, how is your boy?

Me: Well, he was just delivered not four hours ago. Looks more like his mother, but I hope he has some resemblance of me in him.

Mike: I'd bet he has some of momma left in him.

Me: Yeah, about that... the reason I wanted to talk to you is...

Mike: Well, say it. Why do you want to talk?

Me: Listen. This is as hard for you as it is for me, but I think you should cut the lies now.

Mike: Lies? What lies do I have?

Me: Do you know of a Samantha Taylor?

Mike: Actually yes. We've met a few times before during high school.

Me: Is it safe to assume that she knows you're not my blood as well?

Mike: Your blood? What are you... you really think I'm not your brother?

Me: Matter of fact, yes. Your GIRLFRIEND even told me you were lying to me. All of you were.

Mike: Well... I... *sigh* you caught me. I'm... sorry, I should be saying WE'RE not related. At ALL. No, Serina NOR Desti are pregnant, Dominic doesn't even exist due to him being... basically nothing, and I'm not head chef here. And I know exactly what you did that day. Or should I say, all that time. How do I say it? You didn't cut the guy's arm off. He caught it in a wood chipper. As for why you were admitted...

Me: Well, you gonna tell me?

Mike: You were admitted because... how do I put this lightly? You weren't violent towards others, just yourself.

Me: So you're saying... I was suicidal?

Mike: *sigh* Unfortunately. You weren't admitted because you had chopped the dudes' arm off. You were there because you... had done some very serious things to yourself. Slashed your arms, tied ropes around your neck, Hell, Marie even told me you held a .22 to your head.

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