A/N: Hello, dear readers. My muse appeared when I was writing about Cameron. Reality is odd, isn't it? Anyway, I was thinking...No one ever does a story from Foreman's point of view. Granted, this isn't a story. But use your imagination.
Authored by: Hadley of the Bloody Koalas.
Disclaimer: House. Is. Not. Mine.
1.
My heart beats
Louder than it should.
Hurts in my chest.
From running.
Running away from reality.
2.
The door approaches me.
And, even if I wanted to,
I could not run away.
Because they're not home.
And I'll never get another chance like this.
3.
It's smooth in my pocket.
The silver pin,
whose mystical prowress
will greatly aide me
in my illegal mission.
But I try not to think of it that way.
Because this needs to be done.
And I need to do it.
4.
Click. Click.
That's what the needle says.
And the locks softly opens.
I look around, but I don't need to.
Because the coast will always be clear in this neighborhood.
Marcus made sure of that.
5.
Red door swings open.
Creeeaaakk.
I freeze. It was louder than I'd anticipated.
But I pushed on.
Because I couldn't stop now.
6.
They had a nice house.
'Nice' being the biggest understatement of my life.
Ther mansion, it should be called,
was decked out in
DVD players, cds, wide-screens,
and pretty much everything a dude could want.
Everything that dude couldn't afford.
7.
I picked up whatever I felt like.
Hey, they could always replace it.
But I couldn't.
They wouldn't mind.
8.
Finally, when I felt like I'd taken enough,
I dumped everything onto the table.
THE table.
Because this was no ordinary eat-on-me table.
It was the prettiest piece of wood on four legs.
And Ma would've died for somethin' like it.
9.
But I stopped staring at the table.
Because I'd found the jackpot.
The fridge.
Filled with ham and turkey and roast beef,
and crisp heads of lettuce and
bouncy little tomatoes,
and smooth, perfect eggs and
so, so much more.
10.
And then I feasted.
Because, as I always say
(or will say now,)
"Why should I respect their food
more than I respect their DVDs?"
11.
And soon it was over.
But the dawn was drawing closer.
The end was near.
I have to leave.
Now.
12.
And all their stuff is in my bag.
Ready to go.
With it over my shoulder,
I leave the house. Slash mansion.
13.
The street is dark.
Waaay to dark.
But I know that it is because I'm scared.
That's what they say, at least.
And they know best.
Because Luke and Dex have been looting
longer than I have.
And they're experts at it.
14.
And I'm glad I finished what I'd started.
Because now Pa'll be proud of me.
I just know it.