"Ah.Mr. Trimmer." The chief officer, said slightly annoyed. Across from
him a teenage boy sat, calmly, his curly blond, was trimmed short, so that
it looked somewhat straight, he wore a pair of baggy blue jeans and a white
under shirt and a leather jacket. He glanced out the window to find it was
still snowing. He hated Kansas, the state in the middle of nowhere,
disgusted swepted across his face, but quickly changed as he returned his
attention back to the officer in front of him.
"Mr. Trimmer," the officer shyed heavily, " this is the fourth time you've been in here in five days." Behind his back Trimmer rolled his eyes.
Trimmer waved his hand dismissing what the officer in front of him was saying, "So, whatever, Charlie, do you have what I came for or not?" The officer stiffed, at the Trimmer's voice, but was able to turn around and meet Trimmer's painful gaze.
"You know I can't give it to you." The officer whispered harshly. Trimmer leaned back in his chair and eyed the man.
"Oh well then maybe I can't not tell your with about your little adventure shall we say." Trimmer smirked as the officer's face became red, with frustration.
"Fine." He said walking towards filing cabinet in the corner of the room. Flipping quickly through some papers, he pulled our one of the largest files, and threw it down onto the desk. Trimmer reached for it, but it was pulled away. "The disc?" he questioned, Trimmer reached into his pocket pulling out a floppy A disc and slid it over towards the officer, and took the folder out of his hands. " Remember Trimmer, not a word to anyone."
"Sure." Trimmer got up and left.
The officer opened the Floppy A disc drive and open the file named pictures. It took a couple of minutes to load. As the screen began to load, the words Sucker appeared.
"THAT LITTLE @$$!!!! Sonofb****!!!!" Downstairs Trimmer turned around and smiled evilly as he flipped the real disc in his fingers and placed it back in his pocket.
CRUEL INTENTIONS III
By: Dark
"Hello Mr. Trimmer, having a good day I hope."
"Very good day, Henry" He smiled as he waved at the red faced officer who was being dragged away. " Where to sir?" Henry asked.
" Home. I need to get ready for that stupid party at the Thomson's."
"Right away Mr. Trimmer." Henry replied pulling from the curb. " Mr. Trimmer, your mothers on the phone."
Trimmer grabbed the phone out of Henry's hand and jerked it towards him as if disgusted by the fact; his mother was calling.
"Hello." He said questioningly.
"Jacob, before you stop by the house I need you to drop by your Dad's office and tell him the Thomson's wants us to be there at seven."
Jacob's face twisted in agony, at the mention of his so called father. He had a suspicion about him ever since he was 10 years old. Now only a day away from being 16 years old his suspicion had grown, and he hated him.
"Jake?" his mother asked, disrupting Jacob's thoughts.
"Sure, I'll do it." Jake said hurriedly, "bye."
"Mr. Trimmer," the officer shyed heavily, " this is the fourth time you've been in here in five days." Behind his back Trimmer rolled his eyes.
Trimmer waved his hand dismissing what the officer in front of him was saying, "So, whatever, Charlie, do you have what I came for or not?" The officer stiffed, at the Trimmer's voice, but was able to turn around and meet Trimmer's painful gaze.
"You know I can't give it to you." The officer whispered harshly. Trimmer leaned back in his chair and eyed the man.
"Oh well then maybe I can't not tell your with about your little adventure shall we say." Trimmer smirked as the officer's face became red, with frustration.
"Fine." He said walking towards filing cabinet in the corner of the room. Flipping quickly through some papers, he pulled our one of the largest files, and threw it down onto the desk. Trimmer reached for it, but it was pulled away. "The disc?" he questioned, Trimmer reached into his pocket pulling out a floppy A disc and slid it over towards the officer, and took the folder out of his hands. " Remember Trimmer, not a word to anyone."
"Sure." Trimmer got up and left.
The officer opened the Floppy A disc drive and open the file named pictures. It took a couple of minutes to load. As the screen began to load, the words Sucker appeared.
"THAT LITTLE @$$!!!! Sonofb****!!!!" Downstairs Trimmer turned around and smiled evilly as he flipped the real disc in his fingers and placed it back in his pocket.
CRUEL INTENTIONS III
By: Dark
"Hello Mr. Trimmer, having a good day I hope."
"Very good day, Henry" He smiled as he waved at the red faced officer who was being dragged away. " Where to sir?" Henry asked.
" Home. I need to get ready for that stupid party at the Thomson's."
"Right away Mr. Trimmer." Henry replied pulling from the curb. " Mr. Trimmer, your mothers on the phone."
Trimmer grabbed the phone out of Henry's hand and jerked it towards him as if disgusted by the fact; his mother was calling.
"Hello." He said questioningly.
"Jacob, before you stop by the house I need you to drop by your Dad's office and tell him the Thomson's wants us to be there at seven."
Jacob's face twisted in agony, at the mention of his so called father. He had a suspicion about him ever since he was 10 years old. Now only a day away from being 16 years old his suspicion had grown, and he hated him.
"Jake?" his mother asked, disrupting Jacob's thoughts.
"Sure, I'll do it." Jake said hurriedly, "bye."