St. Vincent's written by Polecat
Disclaimer: Disney owns pretty much everyone, what they don't own I'll put up when I come across it.
Note: Yeah, starting another fic that I have no idea where I'm going with it. What can I say? It's late, I've had much too much chocolate (makes me hyper) and weird things pop into my head at times like these. This will contain slash (but it's not all slash) and some original characters too. Now, if you haven't run from the room screaming, you can continue on ahead.
*1*
They can't possibly be serious. Ha! This is a joke. Okay, haha, real funny, now turn the car around and lets go home. Hmmm, funny, Dad's taking my suitcase out of the truck. Okay, Dad, I've got the point. Real dramatic. I've learned my lesson, now let's go home.
"Out." He opens the car door and barks out his order. What am I? Your God damn dog?
"Mom," she only shakes her head and looks down at the concrete. Bitch, do something. Don't just let him send me away like this.
I turn to look at the large stone building that I'll now have to call home. It looks more a prison than a catholic school. "Dad," I turn back to face him. His face is set in stone.
"No." All these one word sentences, gee, aren't we so articulate. He reaches down to pick up my bag and I stare at the balding spot of his head, rage running through me. If only I had a knife I'd ram right through his scull. Then again... maybe it's thoughts like that that landed me at St. Vincent's to begin with.
I look over to the scrawny squirt looking up at me with big brown eyes. If only I had that knife I'd gouge his fucking eyes out. "What?"
"How long do you think you're gonna be here?"
I shrug, "Until I graduate, or straighten up, or die. Ya know, which one might come first."
He nodded, "I get your room for the entire time you're gone!" And he sprinted away and into the car. Good thing too or they'd have to turn the car around and bring into the police station for manslaughter.
"Here." He hands me off the suitcase, it contains the only things from home I was allowed to bring; a few changes of clothes, my new school uniform, a book and some photos.
"Dad."
"I'll drive off once I see you through the doors."
He goes around to the driver side and climbs in the car. Mom kisses my cheek, forces a smile and refuses to meet with eye contact. Like a dead man walking, I straighten my back, take hold of my luggage and walk that path to my imprisonment. I barely stood in front of the large oak doors before my father was pulling away from the curb. Bastard. But I suck it all up, contemplate for a moment of just running away, decide against it and walk in.
The door's of St. Vincent's slammed loudly as they closed behind me, trapping me in and my freedom out. But that's okay, the door might be guarded and the windows barred, but there's nothing that's ever been able to hold in David Jacobs.
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It's kinda short but it's all my mind would spit out for the time being. And Davey is probably, kinda out of character, but he's sorta supposed to be.
This'll be PG-13 bordering close to R. If it gets to extreme, I'll boost it up to R (if I really have to, which I don't feel like doing).
Disclaimer: Disney owns pretty much everyone, what they don't own I'll put up when I come across it.
Note: Yeah, starting another fic that I have no idea where I'm going with it. What can I say? It's late, I've had much too much chocolate (makes me hyper) and weird things pop into my head at times like these. This will contain slash (but it's not all slash) and some original characters too. Now, if you haven't run from the room screaming, you can continue on ahead.
*1*
They can't possibly be serious. Ha! This is a joke. Okay, haha, real funny, now turn the car around and lets go home. Hmmm, funny, Dad's taking my suitcase out of the truck. Okay, Dad, I've got the point. Real dramatic. I've learned my lesson, now let's go home.
"Out." He opens the car door and barks out his order. What am I? Your God damn dog?
"Mom," she only shakes her head and looks down at the concrete. Bitch, do something. Don't just let him send me away like this.
I turn to look at the large stone building that I'll now have to call home. It looks more a prison than a catholic school. "Dad," I turn back to face him. His face is set in stone.
"No." All these one word sentences, gee, aren't we so articulate. He reaches down to pick up my bag and I stare at the balding spot of his head, rage running through me. If only I had a knife I'd ram right through his scull. Then again... maybe it's thoughts like that that landed me at St. Vincent's to begin with.
I look over to the scrawny squirt looking up at me with big brown eyes. If only I had that knife I'd gouge his fucking eyes out. "What?"
"How long do you think you're gonna be here?"
I shrug, "Until I graduate, or straighten up, or die. Ya know, which one might come first."
He nodded, "I get your room for the entire time you're gone!" And he sprinted away and into the car. Good thing too or they'd have to turn the car around and bring into the police station for manslaughter.
"Here." He hands me off the suitcase, it contains the only things from home I was allowed to bring; a few changes of clothes, my new school uniform, a book and some photos.
"Dad."
"I'll drive off once I see you through the doors."
He goes around to the driver side and climbs in the car. Mom kisses my cheek, forces a smile and refuses to meet with eye contact. Like a dead man walking, I straighten my back, take hold of my luggage and walk that path to my imprisonment. I barely stood in front of the large oak doors before my father was pulling away from the curb. Bastard. But I suck it all up, contemplate for a moment of just running away, decide against it and walk in.
The door's of St. Vincent's slammed loudly as they closed behind me, trapping me in and my freedom out. But that's okay, the door might be guarded and the windows barred, but there's nothing that's ever been able to hold in David Jacobs.
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It's kinda short but it's all my mind would spit out for the time being. And Davey is probably, kinda out of character, but he's sorta supposed to be.
This'll be PG-13 bordering close to R. If it gets to extreme, I'll boost it up to R (if I really have to, which I don't feel like doing).