A/N: Here's the next chapter.

Rated M for strong language and drug use.

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~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Chapter 4:

It was quiet for the longest time. I sat alone in a cold, empty cell in the back of the station. I sat on the bottom bunk of a cell's tiny bed, my face in my hands, trying hardest not to break down. What the hell went on back there? Why couldn't I stop? Why do I wish that was me and not the poor dude I beat the shit outta? Was I actually feeling bad for someone? As so many things ran through my mind I managed to get an ear full of the conversation going on in the next room over, and since I was 'too dangerous' to be put in a regular cell with a cage door they put me in a heavy duty cell with no way of seeing the outside world. I stood up, and walked over to the wall where I pressed my ear against the cold brick, which made everything sound clearer.

"Do you know the hell he's on?" Bouvier asked.

"How should I know? He doesn't even talk to me unless he's like that!" My aunt spat. "He's a threat to others! We should have him locked up for this!"

He sighed. "Of course I do. I've known that before all this started…" Wait, what?

"Well, what are we supposed to do? I mean we can't just let him go!" She yelled.

"Don't go too hard on him." A weak, third voice said. Lambert? "He didn't mean it."

"Paul, what are you talking about? If we didn't throw him off you he would have killed you!" My aunt shouted.

"No, he wouldn't have. Or at least he wouldn't have meant to…" he trailed off. "Did you see that kid's face? I-it…was like he wanted nothing more than to throw himself off me and rush over to help, but…something wouldn't let him." I'll give the guy some sympathy I never did like him, but now I see how much he actually cared.

"What the fuck are you talking about Paul? You think you know him and you don't" My aunt protested.

"I know him better than you." He muttered. A satisfied smirk arose from my face. Burn bitch.

"He's…he's a danger to everyone." She rebutted That' not true…was it?

"I'm not pressing charges." I heard him say.

"Paul, you know you can't do that." Bouvier stepped in.

"Of course I can!"

"Paul, he's being fined with more that just assault. There's nothing we can do. Either way he's gonna be locked up." Shit...

"Well, I am a cop! Don't I have a fucking say in anything!" He spat back.

"Unfortunately no...neither of us do."

"Carol would've done something about it..." Lambert muttered. The room was again silent for a minute 'cause just like me everyone was probably mourning at the sound of my mother's name.

"Well," Bouvier broke the silence. "We'll have a bus sent here for him in the morning to ship him out to the Quebec Detention Center." I sighed. Great job Duncan, great fucking job.

My aunt sighed. "Do whatever you have to do just keep him outta my sight. I-I just can't take it anymore. I'm done with dealing with him. Maybe if we're lucky," she paused. "He'll be sent away longer than we expect..." I tried as hard as I could to fight back the tears that were streaming down my face. "I'll be here in the morning to say goodbye I guess."

I zoned in and out of the rest of the conversation though I did hear my aunt leave, and I did hear he offer to take Officer Lambert to the hospital, and when he refused she offered to take him home, which he gladly accepted. The lights remained on until around midnight, which was when the cops normally locked up and headed back to their offices.

'Cause of my insomnia I wasn't able to fall asleep at all during the period of time I was in the back room. The next time I looked at the clock I was barely able to make out what read 1:27 am. I sighed, annoyed that I was stuck in here 'til I was shipped out in the morning. Not that I was nervous about going back to juvie, I basically ran the place, I just didn't wanna face the people that somewhat 'cared about me' in the morning.

I sat up in bed and hopped off the top bunk, placing my hands in my pockets, and began to pace around my tiny enclosed cell. It didn't take me long to realize that the officers didn't search me for weapons when my hand made contact with the pocketknife from earlier. Thank God. There was no way I was going back to juvienow. I walked over to the cell door and started picking at the heavy duty lock with my knife praying I could hack it, and in no time I had unlocked it. If only I remembered what I did knowing it might come in handy later on in life, but hey, at the moment I was ecstatic with the large amount of luck I was granted with.

I easily snuck through the back of the station to the entrance, which was when I remembered the front door was locked. I slowly crept over the office Bouvier was currently passed out in knowing there was no way he'd wake up. Dude was the heaviest fuckin' sleeper I've ever seen. I know this because it wasn't the first time I've broken out of here when he was asleep. I crept into his doorway, grabbed the keys from off his key rack, and made a dash for the front door.

You think that a police station would have an alarm system installed for this very reason, but no, that's what the cops are for. My aunt was right, they were a lousy excuse of police officers. I quickly unlocked the door tossed the keys back on the front counter and walked out of the station without a single issue, and the first thing to hit my mind as soon as I took that victorious step outside of the station was: Damn, I needed a buzz.

I causally made my way down the street around the corner just like any other day 'cause I didn't wanna look like I just escaped from prison, okay, it wasn't really prison, but cut me some slack I gotta at least look tough around here. I decided going home to hide wouldn't be the smartest thing I'd ever thought off, and not to go back to the gas station for a while 'cause that bitch of a owner would be monitoring the place extra carefully now she had that restraining order in affect.

I decided to make my way to the crappy part of downtown where I usually hung out. There were a lot of homeless there, and even though they were as poor as shit they were almost always stoned or drunk, plus I was really good friends with some of them, so they would be more than willing to share with me.

Once I got there a small smile arose across my face when I caught a glimpse of Tom, one of my only friends left in this cruel world. He was a sixty-five year old Nam survivor, and man was he fucked up. He had been living like this since before I was born, and I came across him right around the time I started getting in trouble with the law. I guess you would assume he's part of the reason I am the way I am today, and if you do, well I should kick your ass for just thinking it.

Tom was the most harmless guy on the face of the Earth, sometimes I wonder how he got mixed up with me…anyways, just like me he's been through some pretty shitty times, but it's not like he shoved that joint down my throat and made me take that first drag. The dude was fucking hilarious though, he made me laugh at everything he said even if he was being serious. He was just so out there and had been through so much crazy shit it almost seemed that everything he was saying was a lie, but hell, for all I know they could be.

"Hey buddy," I said as I approached him.

"Hey there Damon," he smiled a toothless smile at me. It was too bad he could never get my name right. "Where have you been I haven't seen you around in a while."

"I uh, got in a bit of trouble with the law man."

"That sucks. What all did you do?"

"Drugs...Assault"

"Ye' shouldn't have done that." He joked in a thick southern accent.

"Yah man, I know. So, you better keep that shit hidden." I said pointing at the joint in his hand. "Or you'll end up like me, and I'm pretty sure you don't got the skills to bust out like I do."

"You busted out?" He asked taking a drag from his joint.

"Yah man, what did you expect? For me to wait to be sent off to juvie in the morning?" I joke taking a seat next to him.

He was silent for a minute. "Eh, I guess not." He grinned.

"Damn right, cops and me don't mix well, and who would look after your ass all day? Plus I really needed this." I said excepting the joint as soon as he offered it, and taking a long worth waiting drag. God, it felt good to get that buzzed feeling again. "So what's been new with you? I haven't seen you in a while man, you're lookin' good," I lied.

"The usual: eat a little, sleep a little, drink a lot, eat some more, getting high a bunch, pass out. Oh, and repeat." He slurred, and we both busted out laughing.

"Ha, you see that's why I respect you man," I told him when I was finally able to pull myself together now handing him back the joint.

"Why 'cause I'm an old useless drunk?" He joked, inhaling the drug, and letting out a loud wheezy laugh.

"No," I laughed back. "'Cause you're straight up,"

"I'm what?" He asked almost pissed off lookin'. "Ehh, never mind. Hell, I guess I'll never understand your hip new lingo."

"S-sure you will buddy, I'll even teach you." I tell him lying of course. He hands me back his joint, and I take it out of his hands and start smokin' it, now completely buzzed. I'll have to give Tom props, he always found the strongest fuckin' drugs in town. I asked him who he bought from, but he always refused to share.

He pauses for a minute to think. "Promise?" He finally asks, but by then I was already too stoned to comprehend words anymore.

"Suuure buddy anything you say." I slurred pattin' him on the back. He laughs and then lets out a heavy hoarse cough. We spend the next hour talking about the most random shit, but that's what drugs do to you.

"S-so you're how old now...four-fourteen?" He asks.

I burst out laughing. "Sixteen man, I'll be seventeen in a month. Where the fuck have you been?"

"I don't know...where ever the drugs take me I guess." He chuckles.

"N-no fuckin' shit man." I tell him.

"So tell me kid, 'ave you found what you've been lookin' for yet?"

His words surprise me. "W-what?" I ask, words slurred.

"You know that 'special someone'?" What the fuck kind of question was that?

I ponder at the question for probably too long, but only 'cause his question really caught me off guard. "I actually don't know man…"

"What do you mean you 'don't know'?" For as baked as he was his facial expression was almost too serious.

"I don't know. There is this girl, but she would never go for me, and…dude, are you all right?" I ask. "That'a pretty serious question for a guy like you."

"Just curious." He shrugged. "Now if you don't mind..." he said motioning me to continue.

"Uh...I-I guess I don't look for 'love' in the right places man." Great one, that had to have been the cheesiest fucking thing you've ever said dumb ass.

He stared at me like he was concentrating, then smiled a big dopey smile before he instantly broke into song. "Damon's been l-loooooooooking for love in all the wrong pllllllllaaaaaaaaaces! Loooooooooooking for love in too many faaaaaaaaacccccccccces! Seeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaarching their eyes looking for trrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaces! What I'm dreeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaming o-"

"Tom, man cut the shit out," I spat, smacking him on the arm.

"Hell no kid, that song is a classic! Looooooooooooking for love in allllllll the wrong pllllllllaaaaaaaaaces!" He screamed out of key.

"Man, shut the fuck up!" I told him, jumping on top of him trying to cover his doped up mouth. "You're gonna draw attention to us shit face!" Too bad even with my hand over his face he still continued to sing, but you couldn't even comprehend what the guy was saying anymore.

Tom eventually died down after about a half an hour of ear shattering singing, seriously dude needed some major vocal lessons if he wanted to sing that much. Not long after him I was able to fall asleep too. I'm still not sure if it was the drugs that made me tired, or 'cause my body finally let me do something I wanted for once, but man did it feel nice to to close my eyes and relax.

I woke up an hour or two later and wasn't able to fall back to sleep, so instead of listening to Tom snore his useless ass of the rest of the night I decided now would be the best time to go home and get the shit I needed. If you really planned on me going back home, giving myself up, and being thrown back in the slammer you were fuckin' wrong man. I was a 'fugitive' now so I couldn't go home, but honestly I'd rather be wandering the streets than being bossed around by some bitch that calls herself a 'good guardian,' or being thrown in another cell. I sat on the cold, muddy ground for what seemed like hours staring blindly at the stop sign on the other side of the street wondering how I had even gotten myself into this situation.

"You fucking bitch!"

"Please, don't do this!" I heard someone scream before a loud crack overpowered it as I heard the two pairs of footsteps die down to only one. Frightened, my eyes shot open from where I fell asleep under the island in the middle of the kitchen floor, which was where I hid my seven year old self from his drunken rage last night.

"Mom?" I asked before I started crawling out from under the island straining to get to my feet. "M-mom?" I repeated now walking into the living room doorway.

"Get the fuck up!" He spat ramming his large Timberland boot into her stomach as she cried hysterically curled up in a ball, whether it was from the intense amount of pain she was in, or the fact she was pregnant with my little brother or sister.

"Stop! Stop! What are you doing?" I screamed running over to him, shoving him out of the way before he struck my mother again. As soon as he was out of the way I rushed over to my mother's side, but before I had a chance to help her up I felt a large pair of hands grab me by the back of my head throwing me onto the ground. Not bothering to complain I cautiously picked myself off the ground before I found myself being knocked back down.

"Stay the fuck out of this!" He slurred.

"You leave him alone!" My mother tried defending.

"Did I say you could talk bitch?" he spat thrusting his foot into her stomach again. She let out a terrified scream.

"Stop that!" I cried. "Don't you dare kick my mom!" I threatened. He quickly turned his attention back to me with an evil drunken glare on his face.

"So you want to be a hero huh?" He spat grabbing me by the collar of my already stretched out t-shirt throwing me up against the wall. I winced from the large migraine I immediately received from it. "You're a tough little fucker aren't you?" He spat on my face.

Holding myself together I furrowed my brows at him and replied. "Don't. Touch. My. Mom!" Kicking him in the crotch causing him to topple to the ground in pain. I dashed away from him back over to my mom who was now straining to get herself off the ground. I knelt down next to her and excepted the warm embrace she pulled me into.

"Thank you for being so strong sweetie." She said sincerely, but extremely weak.

"Did he hurt you?" I asked feeling hot tears run down my face.

"I'll be okay. I pr-" she screamed before the same large pair of hands quickly started constricting around my neck making it hard to breath.

"You fucker!" He spat before the first blow that I was stupid enough to not even see coming, came across my right check making me bite a chuck of the inside of my mouth off. I felt blood flood into my mouth.

"Mom!" I cried.

"Don't you dare cry you worthless boy! You really think that whore," he spat pointing at her trying to get off the ground. "Is going to help you? You're fucking pathetic!" He yelled slamming his rock hard fist against my nose. I screamed once again when I heard a loud crack. Blood now dripping down my chin. My mother now standing powerless in the corner apologetic tears streaming down her face. "You're gonna pay now you ballsy little fucker!" He said before the room went completely black.

"Fucking bastard." I spat under my breath, thrusting my pocketknife through my pant leg, and carving a deep, straight line through the fabric. A pool of blood immediately started to form under it, quickly seeping through the thin denim. I winced in pain as I removed the blade from my skin, and began to wipe the remaining blood on the blade off with my other pant leg, and waited for it to stop bleeding before I attempted to get off the uncomfortable, yet familiar ground. After two or three tries I was finally successful, I brushed myself off, and limped down the dirt road not bothering to say goodbye to Tom, knowing I would be seeing him again soon.

The downtown in this area said a lot about the town I lived in. It was full of hookers, drugs, crime, pollution, and abandonment. Defiantly not a place you want your kids growing up in. Good thing from me was I knew almost everyone in town, and the ones I didn't know knew everything they wanted to about me, so I was could get just about anything I wanted in town that is of course, if I talked to the right people.

"Hi Duncan, looking good. Need some special treatment tonight?" Some of the passing hookers would ask me as I walked by. When you're an under aged sex addict who could make twenty dollars with the snap of your fingers you too could easily become friends with every whore in this town.

"Not tonight ladies. I'm flat broke." I told them continuing to walk forward.

"You could always pay us back some other time." Some offered.

"I thought you learned by now not to trust me." I stopped, turning around to face them, and what a prize they were. Worthless whores who dressed in the skankiest outfit they could find, that or they just couldn't afford to buy clothes that actually fit them, and they wore so much make-up they made clowns look normal.

"Of course we can. Any girl would be stupid not to trust someone like you." Sadly, the bitch was right, but I don't think we were processing the same thought. Any chick that didn't trust me would rather not live, but these girls worshiped me, and I guess I'll never figure out why. Hell, every time I passed one or even had to respond to them I wanted to bust their face in or spit on 'em. They were pathetic, desperate, worthless, lowly, vulnerable, filthy whores, and those were just a few words I used to describe someone like them, but hey, they did know their way around in bed that is if you knew your way around them like me. You know, give 'em a few compliments, make 'em feel like they're actually worth something, and you can get practically any dumb ass whore to do anything you want. Hell, I even managed to talk a group of 'em into a foursome with me for nothing, but a few 'friendly' gestures, and some simple kind words. That was when I realized I owned the streets I walked on at night. I could get any bitch to do everything I wanted with the snap of my fingers, and of course being me I always took advantage of the opportunity.

"Damn right." I told them continuing to walk away. "But not tonight ladies. I got some shit to take care of." I told them surprised at myself for passing up such a great opportunity, considering I was always room for me to be in the mood for sex. This was all probably because of all the shit that went on in the past twenty-four hours.

In response most of them "Aww'ed" so, feeling sympathy for them I replied. "But, I might be back down here later on. Patience ladies, and you will get what you want." I winked, which made them breath a sigh of relief, or cheer. Pssh, at least I was treated like a God somewhere.

After the numerous attempts to seduce me on my walk home, and surprised I didn't even spot my aunt selling herself to random dudes and chicks as I walked by I finally made it to the entrance of my current small downtown neighborhood development. That was the thing about my town. No matter how rich you were everything was small here. The buildings, the people, the jobs, the crimes, everything. Hell, I was probably the biggest thing that ever happened to our small town, and I was barely 17 and only weighed about 120 pounds.

I snuck through numerous yards, hopping fence after fence until I caught glimpse of my back yard. Once in sight I made a dash for the open field a mere hundred feet from me, ducking under the windowsill in case anyone was still up. I poked my head around the back door checking to see if the lights were off, and surprising enough the back door wasn't locked. Bingo. I thought gladly letting myself in. The kitchen clock read 5:19 am, so I did sleep longer that I thought, well, that automatically helped my already pissed off mood. But before I was even able to take another step the kitchen light turned on, and it took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the light, but there she stood exhausted looking with her arms crossed over her chest, staring daggers at me in the doorway.

"Aw, shit." I spat under my breath.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" She spat at me.

While standing in the doorway dumbfounded, and a bit buzzed I had to think of something quick. "I-uh, thought you'd miss me," I smirked, but mentaly hitting myself. Nice one dumb ass.

Obviously she couldn't take a joke 'cause in seconds she had made her way over to me her hand lunging for my face. "I got a call from the police station saying you 'broke out' and your pathetic excuse was 'you thought I'd miss you?' I swear to God, Duncan, I should have the right mind to beat you senseless right now!"

"Then do it," I suggested, but before I even had time to blink I felt her hand quickly come into contact with my already bruised cheek for the second time. I winced, but didn't bother complaining knowing it would only satisfy her to see me in pain. I let out a deep sigh hoping she would get that I was getting annoyed, and of course, she didn't.

"I've been up all night with the station trying to track you down!"

"Well, here I am." I said walking past her. "Now you can get the sand outta your vagina." I said lighting a cigarette as I took a seat on the kitchen table.

Infuriated, she snatched the cigarette out of my mouth, threw it on the ground, and stopped it out over dramatically. "Why do you think this is a joke?"

"'Cause you're making it one." I said chuckled lighting yet another cigarette in my mouth. She bared her teeth at me before grabbing me by the collar of my hoodie inches from my face.

"I'm trying to save your ass from being thrown in prison or worse being killed!" She spat through her teeth, which only made me laugh foolishly, and that was when she came to realize I was still high. "You're fucking kidding me." She whispered letting go of me. "After all of the shit that happened today you still manage to break out just to get a fucking buzz!" At this point I had no cocky comebacks or witty responses. I was found out, for the first time since earlier today I actually felt vulnerable.

"No I'm not." I quickly said getting out of my seat, and started walking towards the hallway.

"I should have fucking known!" She said smacking her forehead before backing me into a corner. "I hope you know that I will be turning you in, and while your sorry ass is locked up I'm gonna find that little stash you keep in this house, and give to the cops as proof, so I can get you out of my life even longer!" She threatened.

The two of us continued to stare down each other before I did the most immature thing possible. I spat right in her face, but to me then it seemed like a good idea. She let out an infuriated scream before she grabbed me by the collar, and drug me into the hallway.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I yelled as I tried to keep up with her fast pace while she ignored me. "Yo, did you fuckin' here me?" I continued to bitch before I realized she had lead us into the bathroom. "That the fuck are you-" I gasped when she literally threw me into the bathtub, and turned the shower on drenching me head to foot in water. "What the-" I was cut of once again when she threw herself on me to prevent myself from getting up. I continued to struggle out from under her, but was unable to when I found the more I tried to get free the heavier my eyes seemed to feel.

The last thing I remember was her muttering something like, "Sweet dreams you ungrateful little bastard," before I fell into unconsciousness.

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