"Let me get back to the story before I get lost in my thoughts again. What was the last thing I mentioned?"
"It was about you wanting to kill yourself in the shower." Beecher replied.
"Oh yeah that's right. I'm glad that you are actually listening most people have zoned out way before that part."
"You actually think I would have gone to all this trouble or getting you to talk just to ignore you?"
"By looking at the majority of the people that I have some across I would say 'yes', but that is just me being a cynical bastard."
"Well I guess I am different. I do not run my mouth just to heart myself talk. When I say something I mean it. Oh god I am starting to sound like an after school special. I think you better start talking before I start talking about the dangers of peer pressure or rock music."
Wow, are you sure you are in the right era? I mean most of the time you sound pretty normal. A lot smarter than your average inmate but not too out there, but then you say something like that and it makes me wonder.
"You know what Chris?"
"What Beecher?"
"You really should stick to your story telling because your jokes are lame as hell."
"Right and this is coming from the pretend psycho. Anyways let me get back to the story. So basically I spent the next three months living in my room off my mother's painkillers. I am pretty sure she knew I was taking them because the supply doubled during that time. I guess that she felt a little shame for what she did. My mother was the type of woman that if you messed with her drugs there was going to be hell to pay, but she never said anything about me taking her pills. How odd the one time she showed any concern for my health was after she had beaten the livin' shit out of me. Six months later I was all better and my mother stopped buying extra pills. I was back to normal except for one small problem. Well make that one small problem and one major problem. The small problem I had was that I was now a high school dropout. I had missed over a half a year of school so there really was no point in going back. That right there would have fucked up my life, but I can still top that. I soon realized that I was a fucking Hydrocodone addict. So at sixteen I was a high school drop out and a fucking junkie. Great way to fuck up a life early huh? I am pretty good at that now. I mean I have been practicing since I was a kid and I think I have finally mastered it. You know since I will be spending the rest of my fucking life in this hellhole. But back to the drug addicted teenager. My biggest problem I was facing at the time wasn't that I was an addict it was that I was an addict with no cash."
"Why did you not take the pills from your mother," Beecher asked. "I mean it is her fault that you became an addict in the first place with the abuse and the history of addiction."
"I thought of doing that but I couldn't stand the bitch and I did not want to depend on her for anything."
"Oh ok I understand. So did you quit cold turkey then?"
"Hell no. That wasn't even an option in my mind."
"Then how did you get the pills?"
"I did some stuff to earn the money." Chris muttered
"What kind of stuff?" Toby was perplexed by the way Chris' answered his question. Up until now he had never wavered. Even when he was talking about how is mother abused him he was comfortable. What the hell could he have done to make him this uncomfortable to talk about it?
"I did somethings…" Chris trailed off not wanting to answer the question.
"What you like burglary?"
"Um… not quite," Chris let out a nervous laugh. "I um… I uh… turned tricks for a while," Keller finally said.
Both me were silent once again. Keller wondering why the hell he was telling Beecher this and Toby was in a state of shock at Chris' confession.
"Really? Why"
"One I needed the money and two I figured I was all ready two thirds of the way to becoming my mother so why not become a whore and finish if off. It wasn't that bad"
"Then what was with the tone? You seemed ashamed of it."
"It wasn't that it was about what happened to me. I had been working for a little over six months." Chris paused for a moment then let out a little laugh. I just realized that every six months I fuck up my life. Just when everything seems to settle down from the last disaster the next one hits. Funny huh?"
Jesus this guy is more fucked up then I thought. "What happened after six months?"
Keller was still contemplating his last statement and missed the question. "Huh?"
"You said everything was going fine until about the sixth month? What happened? How did it get messed up?"
"I don't know."
"Ah come one it cannot be that bad."