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Chapter One: The Good Boy

Eighteen years later…

Seventeen year old Jacob Emerson (or Jake, as he was usually called) was all about multitasking. He was talking on the cell phone with his friend, Kyle Leeds, was trying to control his younger sister, Cheryl, was eating a sandwich and was also typing his essay for his biology class.

"Think of it like this, Kyle- it's hard to try breaking up with her, but you shouldn't hurt her feelings. And Cheryl, don't touch that trophy!" Jake breathed heavily with exasperation and continued, "Look, Kyle, let's finish talking later. I really need to finish my essay on the theory of natural selection for Mr. Graham's class, and he'll have my head if I don't turn it into him in time. And I have The Monster trying to wreck my room… Okay, man, talk to you later. Bye."

Jake put his phone away and sighed. "Cheryl, I told you not to play with the trophies."

"But they're pretty, Jake!" Cheryl exclaimed. She was only seven years old, so Jake really couldn't judge her too harshly. After all, little children never fully appreciated the value of their possessions.

"Yes, well, they're very important to me, and I don't want them to be broken. You know how Mom and Dad were when their favorite dishes got broken, right?"

Cheryl had to agree, and she apologized. Jake smiled and replied, "That's okay, kiddo. How about you just watch some cartoons and wait until Mom and Dad get home, okay?"

"Okay!" Cheryl agreed and she ran downstairs to watch cartoons in the living room.

Jake sighed to himself. Now that Cheryl was out of the way, he could finally finish his essay.

Jake quickly went to the bathroom first and like he almost always did, he looked at himself in the mirror. He examined his reflection- short, dark hair that was slightly unruly, wide blue eyes, and pale skin. He was also quite tall, and although he was a bit skinny, it worked for him because he was a good runner and he was very agile. Jake never exactly questioned why he had blue eyes, although no one else in his family had them. His mother, Lisa Reisert, had green eyes, and his father, Ryan Emerson, had brown eyes.

Even his parents' story was somewhat farfetched. They met at the trial following his mother's red eye flight. Ryan was Lisa's lawyer and they had fallen for each other hard. They married only two months after meeting each other and soon afterwards, Jake was born.

Instead of contemplating too much on the issue, all he wanted was to finish his essay.

After about two hours of typing, Jake was finally done, and by then, Lisa and Ryan had come home.

"So, Jake, how was your day?" Lisa asked casually as the Emerson family settled down for the dinner she and Ryan brought home.

Jake shrugged and answered, "Fine."

Ryan chuckled and said, "Care to elaborate a little, Jake?"

"No, everything's been the same as always- Kyle and I have been practicing soccer as usual, Ashley and I went out shopping and Cheryl keeps trying to play with my trophies."

Ryan shot a stern look at his daughter and she shrunk back slightly.

"Is there anything else you want to share with us, Jake?" Ryan asked.

Jake then replied, "Well, the state track championships are starting and I really would like for you to see it, Dad."

Ryan sighed sadly and said, "I'm sorry, Jake, I really would like to go, but I have to attend to a business trip first thing tomorrow morning and I'll be gone for a week. I can come next time."

Jake groaned and said, "You always say "I'll be there next time." But guess what, you never are there, Dad!"

Lisa quickly intervened, "Cheryl and I will be there, Jake."

"You're always there! But never Dad! He's hardly been there during some of the best times of my life!"

Ryan stood up and said, "Watch your tone, young man!"

Jake glared at Ryan before he angrily got up, took his plate of food and walked up the stairs.

Ryan yelled, "Now just where are you going, Jacob?"

"I'm going up to my room to finish my homework."

The slamming of a door was heard before Ryan and Lisa groaned. Cheryl broke the silence and said, "Is Jake okay, Mommy?"

Lisa answered, "Don't worry about it, baby. Jake's just a regular boy; he'll get better soon." 'And he's becoming just like his father…'

Jackson had her pinned against the bathroom wall, his hands covering her mouth to keep her from screaming. "Don't struggle, Leese. You're too worked up from being so… Creative."

Lisa barely gasped out, "Please, just stop the man at my dad's house!"

Jackson gripped her jaw tightly as he angrily replied, "I already have, by twice intercepting these little communiqués. You know if a by-the-book stewardess found these, she'd go right to the cockpit and we would've landed elsewhere. If that happens, our man in the BMW is going to know about it. So if you really love your daddy, then do him a favor and stop gambling with his life."

"You don't have to do this… Any of this…" Lisa whispered. She desperately tried to look into his eyes for any hint of the man he was earlier at the Tex-Mex. He'd been so charming. Surely, it couldn't have entirely been an act. Lisa's breathing became more irregular as Jackson's hand pulled back the thin material of her pink camisole to reveal the scar above Lisa's left breast.

"Did someone do that to you?" Even though his face didn't show it, Lisa could see the anger in his eyes like an open book.

"No…" Lisa said shaking. She couldn't look at him anymore as Jackson just examined it.

And then, the one thing Lisa never expected him to do happened- Jackson slowly kissed her. It was hard, rough, and needy. She kept trying to move her head away, but Jackson stayed firm.

Time passed and Lisa began kissing him back. And everything went on from there.

Jake was sick of this. He hated being seen as the good boy. Sure, he prided himself in being organized, having good grades, and practicing his athletic abilities regularly, but just for once, he wanted people to see him as simply a human being. He hated being seen as "the model student/athlete" and being popular just because of that.

He was sick of being seen as sweet, goody-two-shoes Jacob Joseph Emerson.

Author's Note: Yes, I'm pretty sure you may have noticed a story somewhat similar to this one that I won't mention, but I assure you, it will have a lot more differences. And yes, Jake is Jackson's son and he's a lot more like him that Lisa and Ryan are willing to admit.