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Jimmy wasn't fond of his new step-father; then again, he wasn't fond of any of the step-fathers he's had. It wasn't meant as too much of an attack on them personally. Jimmy didn't even like his biological father, so no man his mother could possibly introduce to him would be capable of capturing his love. The only "fatherly figure" Jimmy truly trusted was The Man.
Jimmy's mother didn't really do a good job at helping Jimmy develop the essential father-son bonds he needed, either. She went through men like she went through shoes. He wouldn't call her a slut—she was more of a gold digger, honestly. In fact, not two days after she announced to Jimmy he was leaving again, she had her fifth wedding ceremony with this new rich chump of hers.
First was Jimmy's father; the stock broker. The second was Richard; the highly successful lawyer who, ironically, lost everything in the divorce. Next was Dean; the surgeon who had an affair with at least three of his nurses. After Dean was Nigel; the CEO who became a staggering drunk once his corporation went belly-up. Now in the seemingly endless line of husbands was Gerald; the biomedical engineer.
The first time Jimmy met Gerald was the day his mother married him. The man looked like he could easily be her father. Jimmy knew nothing about this man other than his name and what his job was. He didn't know his mother was engaged to him—hell, he didn't even know she was in a romantic relationship with him!
Poor Gerald; he'd soon know the ache of losing all his money through divorce. Jimmy almost felt bad for the son of a bitch. At first the guy seemed genuinely interested in proving his new wife wrong when she said her son hated every man she brought home. Of course, it wasn't long until Gerald was anxiously helping his new step-son pack for his new life at Bullworth Academy—far, far away from him and his blushing bride.
The drive to Bullworth was torture. Jimmy was forced to listen to his mother and step-father gush over each other like horny teenagers for two hours—TWO HOURS! It wasn't until Gerald commented on his bride being a complete trophy wife when Jimmy finally snapped at him. It gained the wrath of his mother, but managed to make them shut up for the next two and a half hours of the trip. No more words were spoken until they reached the Town of Bullworth. Jimmy's mother was the one who finally broke the silence.
"Jimmy…please say something."
It always brought joy to the boy's heart when he felt his mother might have some concern for him. He never showed it, but Jimmy loved his mother. Boys are supposed to love their mothers, right? Aren't mothers supposed to love their sons? Why didn't she love him?
Jimmy knew the answer; she was too busy loving her scumbag of a new husband. She loved the cars, cruises, clothes, and jewels that came from the gold digger lifestyle. She was too busy loving the finer life. With all of these nice things, why would she settle for a less than perfect child?
Alas, Jimmy still loved his mother. Whatever hatred he felt towards her, he always opted to project it onto the fool she was banging at the time. The Woman always told Jimmy that he needed to respect his mother and her choices, but The Man shared Jimmy's contempt for the faux fathers. Needless to say, the two voices bickered a lot over the subject.
The rest of the drive to Bullworth Academy consisted of Jimmy arguing with Gerald while seemingly ignoring his mother's hurtful scolding. A part of Jimmy felt relief once the happy couple was finally gone, but at the same time the age old drag of rejection reared its ugly head once more. Jimmy was used to this feeling by now. Mom was once again choosing a fake grin with Washingtons for teeth over her own son. When would she ever learn?
"Mom…why'd you marry that phony? What's wrong with you? I can't believe this…"
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"Mom."
So that was the verdict—another perpetrator with a traumatic childhood. As often as Ben had seen this stereotype with his criminals, it was never really easy to see someone with this many problems so early in life. Estranged mother, schizophrenic father, psychological problems of his own, bullied mercilessly…the kid never stood a chance. This kid was just as much of a victim as he was a predator. The detective really hated the human race sometimes.
Jimmy looked very deep in thought, turning his head away from Ben to stare at the wall to his left. There was a hint of melancholy in his expression. After about a minute in a half, the boy sighed heavily. "Why'd you marry that phony?" The teenager closed his eyes, trying his hardest to not cry in front of the detective. He spoke again in a quiet voice.
"What's wrong with you?"
Ben frowned and attempted to place a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder. Upon feeling the hand, Jimmy's eyes popped open and he smacked the hand away from his body. "Don't touch me, Detective. I might get really horny and try having my way with you." Ben was startled by the response, but decided to roll with it in hopes he'd get more information.
"Why's that, kiddo? You don't seem the type to think about that sort of thing on a daily basis." The red head leaned forward to get a closer look at the boy. "…unless you actually think about it constantly." Jimmy furrowed his brow. "No, I'm just a rapist. It's not like I ever think about sex."
"Did you ever rape anybody before coming to Bullworth?"
"No, sir."
Ben leaned back in his seat, taking in new information. The boy had been truthful thus far and Ben needed to count on Jimmy to continue being this truthful if he ever wanted to find out anything his crime spree. Plus, Ben really wanted to go home. Abby was probably miffed at him already for coming into work on a vacation already.
"Jimmy, that just tells me that something happened to you at Bullworth that drove you to commit these terrible crimes. I'm assuming the…voices…aren't the ones responsible for this?" Jimmy gave Ben a dirty look. The detective gathered that insulting the voices in his head was NOT the best idea to get him to talk. That was now dually noted. However, Jimmy didn't snap. Instead, he stood from his chair and walked slowly to the window to the right of the room. The boy seemed to stare at the outside for a few moments before speaking again.
"Let me tell you about Gary Smith."
