i do not own twilight...

"Eh, Cullen" Jake call's while running across the lot to reach me. "ya'" I give him a nod reaching into my pocket for a cigarette. "Have you seen the new psych?" he asks.

"We got a new mind doc, Ya?" I say taking a long much needed drag of my cigarette. "he talk to ya' yet, we all know there's something not right about you up there" I say gesturing to his head

Jakes a big guy, almost a head taller than me which is pretty fucking tall considering I'm 6'3, not to mention the fuckers built like a bear. Jakes a good guy though, wouldn't harm a fly. I don't know what he did to get himself in a place like this

"Ha ha real funny asshole" Jake says dryly "the new doc's a girl, and she's fuckhott, man." "what I wouldn't do to get me a piece of that tight ass ya' know?" he says, a dreamy look on his face, fucker

It would be nice to have something to look at around here, I sure hope the new psych is as 'fuckhott' as he says, I cant say I trust his judgment though, all of the guys in here have been deprived for so long they'd fuck anything with a pussy, I'd be willing to bet my left nut some of the guys don't even need a pussy, just a hole to stick it in.

"ya' talk with her yet?" I ask him butting out my cig and walking into the building. "who, the new doc?" who else fucker… "ya' I talked with her everybody has."

"I haven't" I say, "I know man, I think she's starting at the bottom of the ward and working her way up, you'll probably be last on her list."

You herd him right folks, I'm the big man of this ward. Top dog. I control everything and everyone, that's why the fuzz hate me so much, they act like they have a say in what goes on around here when really it's me that has all the control.

"Cullen" Sam, one of the useless screws calls out "c'mere" he tells me like im a fucking dog.

I take my own sweet time walking over to him, making a point to lite up another cigarette, smirking when he scowls at me.

"You have a meeting with the new psychiatrist."