The Untitled Piper Watson Project

Mack Confesses

Piper's POV~

        We went back downstairs after my mental breakdown and sat in silence on the couch. After several minutes, Mack said: "I'm really sorry about your cousin." I wasn't used to people being sorry for me. I was never in any situations that required for other people to apologize. Then I wonder why they would apologize in the first place. Like, it's not your fault that my cousin got cancer and died. "So am I." I replied. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. "Not really." I felt like he was going to say something else, then I cut him off. "I should've visited him." I insisted. "Maybe if I had, I wouldn't be so sad right now. But you know the kind of person I am, even now. You saw me flip out on poor Phil. I'm a shitty person, Mack. Maybe you should stay away from me." Mack looked at me in shock, as if he'd never heard anyone degrade themselves like that. "No," he muttered. "It's you that should stay away from me." My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. It came to my attention that Mack and I barely knew each other, and for all I know he could be an axe murderer (TFIOS reference lol). I was afraid to ask him what he did that was so bad, but I poured my heart out to him already; it was only fair if he did the same. "Why?" I asked. 

        After avoiding my eyes this whole time, he finally looked at me, and in his eyes there was a deep sadness that bore a past that to me was unknown. He takes a deep breath before telling me: "When I was a freshman in high school, I had this teacher. This woman. She was a bit...crazy. She....seduced me. It was like, this whole big deal. My parents sued her and she became a registered sex offender." Just saying that bit seemed like it was giving Mack a hard time. I knew that this part wasn't even the worst to come. "That was in New York," Mack continued. "and my parents wanted me to like, get a fresh start or whatever, so after high school, which was a terrible remainder, by the way, we moved here to Boston." I waited for him to keep going, I wanted to know why he was such a bad person. Usually I have like Spidey senses and I know if someone's not a good person, and I wasn't getting any weird vibes from Mack, which is why I was so eager to know more about him. Who he was as a person on the inside and not just on the outside. "So this was around six years ago, and I kinda tried with Boston University but didn't get anywhere. After one semester I dropped out. I started doing some odd jobs, whatever I could to earn money and keep my parents from kicking me out of the house. Then three years later, I met a girl." Well, that took an odd turn. "A girl?" I echoed. "And this was three years ago?" Mack nodded. "Three years ago. Her name was Amber. It wasn't anything serious at first, and then I really fell for her. We got engaged a year after that, and it was great. We even got our own apartment." I didn't know what to expect after this. "There was this one night after we'd been engaged for two and a half years..." "You were engaged for two and a half years?" I interjected. Mack shrugged. "We wanted to wait. Anyway, we were arguing one night about something I can't even remember, and the only thing I do remember is..." he swallowed. "...is my hands around her neck. Choking her." 

        I gasped. "Our neighbor already called the cops because of the yelling." Mack went on. "If he hadn't done that, I would've killed her." He waited for me to process what he had just said. "It turned out that I didn't deserve to go to jail because of like, PTSD or some shit, so I spent six months in the Boston Psychiatric Facility." I kept staring at him, feeling as if there was another part to the story that I was missing. "Is that it?" I pressed. He smirked his usual cute smirk, but now seemed horrifying to me. "That's it." "So..." for some reason I wanted to keep this conversation of Mack and his twisted past going. "...how are you now?" Mack tilted his head. "Uh....better?" I nodded excessively. "Of course because you're out and about and obviously you have gotten over whatever it is you had previously...dealt with." "Obviously." My mind was swirling with questions. I wanted to know everything. Now that I knew about his past, and the bad things he had done, I wasn't satisfied. I wanted to know everything else. The good things that he did in the course of his life and not just the part with him almost killing his fiancee because of PTSD with his teacher from high school. "Mack," I began. "this doesn't change how I feel about you. I mean, yeah, you've done some messed up things, but messed up things were also done to you. You have a perfectly good reason for feeling the way you do. I understand you're trying to protect me or whatever, but I won't accept that. I have feelings for you and that won't change." Mack looked at me with his beautiful eyes once again and said: "I may have fell hard for her, but I'm falling harder for you."