A GOOD BOY
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GENRE
ANGST
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WARNINGS
RELIGIOUS THEMES, MURDER, RAPE MENTIONS, ABUSE MENTIONS
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RELATIONSHIP
N/A
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NOTES
take a shit every time it says good boy
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TJ Haxton was a good boy.
That's what everyone said. So it must be true.
"You're such a good boy, TJ," Father Sims said when he asked the boy to stay and help him with something.
"You're my best student," Ada told him when he recited all the presidents.
"TJ, you're so good to your old mama," Angel said, drunkenly stroking his face.
TJ Haxton was a good boy.
But good boys don't have blood on their hands.
TJ slid to the ground, his back to a tree. He'd told Angel what he did. Angel told him to run. So he ran.
Tears welled in his eyes. He was a murderer. An abomination to the Lord. How could he get to Heaven now?
He hugged himself, allowing tears to fall freely.
Hugh deserved to die. He was a rapist, a murderer, a woman beater. But it wasn't up to TJ to take justice into his own hands. The Lord would've dealt with Hugh how He wanted to.
Why did TJ shoot him?
TJ was a good boy. He'd always been a good boy. But good boys don't shoot people. Good boys don't kill.
Good boys don't enjoy watching the light fade from their victim's eyes.
He sobbed into his knees, shaking. "I'm a good boy," he whispered. "Mother Mary, Joseph, Jesus, God, if you can hear me, I promise I'm a good boy. I made a mistake. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry I killed him. Please, Lord, forgive me of my sins..."
He fell forward, his face in the dirt, groveling at the feet of an invisible deity. "Please, Lord. I'm a good boy..."
