A/N Why hello there, please do enjoy :3
After Beyond finished laughing helplessly and devoured two and a half pots of jam (He would have eaten more, but Beyond Birthday being Beyond Birthday thought it would be better to keep the rest just incase a nuclear strike would take place and he would be unable to move out to buy more jam.) He obviously forgot his oh so interesting Algebra homework and crashed on the couch, the couch made a noise that you only expected to hear in one of those old time halloween specials that were also incredibly cheesy not to mention dumb and contradictory.
He rushed trough the channels but no show seemed to particulary attract Beyond Birthday, he was hardly interested in Paris Hilton`s new bestfriend and he was much less interested in what angry brides had to say about their husbands.
Because you know, Paris Hilton is atleast hot, and a screaming fat lady is not.
He almost gave up in the future of poor television when CNN news came to light, "Convicted Inmate Escaped." it said on the top of the screen, Beyond Birthday was appaled and listened carefully.
"Inmate three o nine eight..." A police officer read out.
"Inmate three o nine eight..." He repeated and shot a look at a woman, the woman looked about six hundred years old and was typing everything they were saying, the police officer nodded and the woman nodded back.
The man cleared his throath and continued. "Inmate three o nine eight, November Seven two thousand and two escaped from the Her Queen`s Jail, inintials BB, convicted for householding violence, child abuse and murder, also under suspicion of drug traffic and black weapon market aly..."
Beyond Birthday bit his lip and chuckled, the chuckle turned into laugther and the laugther into anger, he stared at the screen and hated the way they were speaking about his father, hated the way that the security in Her Queen`s was obviously very poor and hated the way that no one has told him about this broadcast, he was also mad at his mother for some unknown reason and to the peak he blamed himself for everything, he kicked the recently fixed coffee table as if it would provide some answer, the table fell and Beyond Birthday realized that what he was doing wasn`t going to make the situation any better or worse.
"... we asked Angelinna Evans if she wanted to state something apart from the public, her answer..." he nodded at the woman once again, the woman shrieked and quickly stood up.
"Her answer was; Dont fucking mention asshole once again unless you wanna get hurt or money is at stake."
The man shook his head. "Thank you for setting that straight Enma,"
Enma...Beyond Birthday thought about the man and after a while he came to the conclusion that it was a pretty name...Enma...Enma... not "Emma" and not "Enigma" he was temporarily facinated by the witty name the parents of miss Enma gave her but that facination came to an end when the man`s gruffy voice continued speaking about his father.
"These ilegal actions, after a one year trial, gave him 10 years behind bars and five years NPS, this man had black hair to the shoulders, dark blue eyes and looks about twenty five years old despite his real age, a well built man, pale, please dial the hotline if you see anyone that reminds you of our description."
Beyond Birthday grunted that they let the topic go soo easily, knowing his father he would have already changed his appereance, the question came that what was his father going to do with no place to go?
Sure he wouldnt just escape from a place where he had a roof and a bed just to live on the streets, he wouldnt even have money for drugs if that is what he`s after.
"Inmate three o nine eight had no contact with anyone inside or outside the Her Queen`s London jail with the exception of his..." He cleared his throath again and looked a little unconfortable. "...Fourteen year old son Beyond Birthday Evans, their contact was short and very impersonal, when we asked for what he talked about inmate three o nine eight would answer with `nothing important` and ocasionally `none of your business`, sometimes inmate three o nine eight would call his son and speak for never more than five minutes, when we asked he again answered with the same cold tone..." now he looked even more uncomfortable, Beyond Birthday frowned and wondered where they were getting at, he bit his lip again and the phone went for the fourth time that day, he ignored it and continued listening, when the phone kept ringing he yelled at it as if it magically grew ears. "Oh shut the hell up will you?" he yelled at the phone, and the way he said it was scarily close to his mother`s way of speech.
And maybe the phone really did grow ears, it randomly stopped making the annoying "beep beep beep" noise that annoyed Beyond Birthday and that annoyance turned to anger with a edge of shock.
"...his answers and body language was strangly suspicious according to the experts, while inmate three o nine eight claims that the talk was impersonal, just to not take any chances we will question and do the neccesary to get the truth out of his son, Beyond Birthday, if he indeed knows anything about the case." He smiled as if he had just won the lottery.
Beyond Birthday thought he misunderstood and blinked, it was when the man said that "Out of the obvious, the mistake is London`s Jail and we will not tolerate this to happen again, imperfections like these will be put left and for now all we ask is to watch out and please call if you have the most mininum peice of information that can help our case." that he realized what he said.
They were going to question him,
because they think he has something to do with his father`s escape.
They were going to do the "neccesary" and Beyond Birthday didnt even want to know what this meant.
Normally Beyond Birthday didnt give a shit for what people had to say about him, but just now he was almost afraid of the consequences this will give in his not very good relationship with the people of his year.
The phone made a noise, Beyond Birthday was ready to fling the object out of the balcony but it ended up being just a voicemail, two to be exact.
Beyond Birthday loved voicemails, it gave you the time to think of an answer and avoid making a fool out of yourself or say something you should say, in difference to direct calling, where the person on the other line obviously expects an inmediate answer.
The first voicemail was of his mother, it was six minutes long but Beyond Birthday only listened to thirty seconds, mainly because knowing his mother 2/3 of the content would be cursing, wishing death upon people and the ocasional threathening.
"Did you see that? did you godamn SEE that? fucking Christ im going to KILL those people, seriously I will poke their useless lungs up a stick and burn their fancy faces myself if I have to, how the FUCK can they think my own damn blood and flesh has anything to do with that fucktard of a father you have? For GOD`S SAKE Beyond Birthday..."
The boy had no more intention of hearing his mother`s for once sober voice and deleted the message,
The other voicemail was of Natasha Montero.
"Ohmigosh beyond, how long has it been? listen I like totally HAVE to tell you something, but it has to be like in person soo I will go there okay? dont move, I repeat DO NOT MOVE, dont worry love, I know where you live, see you in a sec!"
Beyond was understandibly mortified that his ex girlfriend sounded like some deluded stalker who claimed to know where he lived, and he was almost more intimidated by the fact that she called him "love" than the way that the police were going to do anything neccesary to get the truth out of him.
A/N Jeesus, finally this chapter is over, and I can move on to the next, finally I can begin the satisfying and the more entertaining part of the story, I also realized my female characters look alot like eachother, "Stairway To Heaven" has Maria, this has Natasha, "Consequences Of Loving You" has Aqua Blu and "The receptionist" has Jane (or something like that)
Although Maria is basically insane and suicidal, Aqua Blu is just cruel and Jane is practically a slut who tires to interfere in Matt`s and Mello`s relationship.
