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"What, I can't drive down to a f****** IKEA to pick up some furniture?" Court's dad snarled, reaching back and grabbing her mom by the arm. "Let's just get outta here, Letta."

I mushed my mouth into a hard, very pissed line to keep from sayin' anything I'd regret. Seemed to be working, until her dad said, "Wait, one more thing."

I slumped over the cart with Princess and tried to power-walk out of there. Then the Princess' royal daddy tapped on my shoulder.

Out of habit, I just turned around, not knowing that I'd be socked in the face.

I fell back against the boxes of Poang chairs, landing on a tall stack and rolling onto the floor.

Courtney gasped, and her mom screamed. "Robert!"

Rob turned around and smirked at her. "That bastard had it coming."

I wanted to rip. Him. To. Shreds. I swiped the back of my arm across my face, ignoring all the blood, and loomed behind him as he gloated to his trophy wife.

"Daddy, what the hell?!" Court got to him before I could and shoved him into one of those gigantic yellow forklifts. There were gasps from the by-passers, who quickly turned their carts around and ran away. I was pretty sure the employees were contacting security as Letta helped him up from the floor.

He popped over and slapped Courtney right across the face.

"Hey!" I was super freaking pissed, now. He can mess me up, but touching her was against the numbah one Duncan rule. I ran over and kicked him in the stomach, slapping him about, I dunno, eight times? Then I grabbed his shoulders and threw him down on the ground, jumping on top of him and punching him blindly. I didn't really care how I hurt him, I just wanted to hurt him. No. I wanted to kill him.

"Stop!" Courtney cried when I couldn't see her dad's face any more. Huh. Maybe I had gone a teensy bit too far. All I could see was blood and bruises. I cringed and nnnaah!ed mentally. "Stop, stop, stop!"

I jumped up and stared down at him. Wow. He looked, uh, dead. Cool. "Oh my god." I looked around at the now quiet space. The security guards were running up, Courtney was in shock, her mom was screaming and sobbing, pushing Court and I outta the way for the cops to deal with us.

Princess willingly let me go to be beside her dad as the po-po slapped a pair of handcuffs on my wrists.

"Hey, it was self defense!" I shouted as they dragged me to the door. "He hit my girlfriend!"

The two burly cops exchanged a glance of unsureness, but continued out the door and threw me into the back of a police car. They slammed the door with a little too much force – how do I know? I had been trying to get out and my foot got jammed between the heavy metal door and the rubber part of the car.

"Aaah!" I yelled, biting my lip. "Sshhit."

One of the cops hopped in the front seat and turned around to scowl at me. "Shut up, you piece of–"

That's when someone started banging on my door. It was Courtney. "Hey, stop! You can't take him!" At least she was standing up for me. Like I deserve it. God, I am such an asshole. What got a hold of me? What happened to keeping my cool? I just got sooo pissed when Rob slapped Princess like that. It made me grind my teeth together in disgust when she was trying to protect me. Why is she wasting her time on me?

"Like hell we can, Miss," the other cop countered, getting out and grabbing her arms, tugging her away while she struggled.

I started pounding on the door with my legs, trying to break the glass. Of course, I couldn't. "Let her go! Don't touch her!"

"Shut up," the cop in the front barked again. He grabbed his walkie-talkie and started to speak into it. "Meet at the police station, over." There was static and a voice from the other end, but I couldn't catch it all. "Copy that. I have criminal 52487 in the cabin, over."

I rolled my eyes. "Jesus, it was freaking self defense, you loser!"

"Shut. Up!" He shook his head angrily and sped out of the parking lot, talking on the walkie a lot about 'criminal 52487'.

I hated being locked up in the back of a cop car. It brought back lots and lots of bad memories. Oh, and I do mean lots.

FLASHBACK

"I don't see what I did wrong," I muttered. I was 13, and I was sitting in the back of one of those stupid police cars with my mom. She had insisted on riding in the back with me. I wasn't a baby.

My mom glared at me and scoffed. "You threw five bowling balls through the window of a pet shop, jumped inside with a pair of dikes, cut all the locks off the cages and set all the animals free, screaming, 'Run wild, little bitches!'." She shook her head and stared out the window.

I shrank down in my seat. The way she said it, it sounded really bad. I laughed alone in my head. Ha, it was bad. And I liked it. At least she was paying some kind of attention to me.

"Seriously, Duncan, what the hell is wrong with you?" she whined, whipping her head around to glare at me again. "This is the worst thing you've ever done. Even worse than that time you dropped a fish in your teacher's pants."

I snorted. "That was classic."

She slapped me on the cheek, and I whined. "No. I will not have another one of my boys running wild and doing awful things as they please. You're 13 years old. Why are you acting like such a delinquent?!"

"Because I am a delinquent, Mom!" I shouted. "I want to be bad, and I want to go to Juvie. Anything to be away from you and Dad! I hate you guys so much that I wanna kill you! And if you really loved me like you always claim you do, you would know that! Or at least you'd pay attention to me once in a while and maybe play a board game, or something."

"What?" she barked. "You're running around being this way 'cause I'm too busy to stop and play Monopoly for 3 hours? Duncan, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say."

I had my back to her, and I had cleverly hidden my pocket knife from those stupid cops. I was picking the lock really quietly. "How do you know? You're never 'round anyways."

"I'm at home as often as I can be," she snapped. "Why you beat me up for trying to support you and your sister as a single mother, I have no idea." She slapped her hand to her forehead and groaned. "Look, I'm sorry I'm not around as much as I should be, but you just don't understand how hard it is for me."

I snorted again, the lock clicking when I got it open. The chortle swiftly kept it from being heard by her. "Whatever. You're not sorry."

She gaped at me in anger and disbelief. "Don't tell me what I feel and don't feel."

"Like you feel anything, you cold, dead snake." With that crude comment, I pushed open the door and did a tuck-and-roll move, tumbling onto a grassy plain along a small highway. I quickly glanced all around me, finding a few of those orange construction barrels and ducking behind them. I looked down the road and saw the cop car speeding away. Wonder if they would stop.

END FLASHBACK

I sighed as I put my head on one door and my feet on another. Those were the days. The stupid, cruel, painful days.

COURTNEY

Sirens blared and people were rushing around as more police cars and an ambulance pulled up into view. Mom had her face crushed into my shoulder as she sobbed. Daddy was being lifted into the back of the truck, his face all disfigured and bloody.

I cringed and hugged Mom tight. I patted her on the back once and pulled away. "I have to go," I said. "But I'll see you at the hospital."

"Where do you have to go?" she demanded, sniffling. "Your father needs you!"

I shook my head. "I have to go bail Duncan out." I shuddered. Picturing Duncan in jail...ugh. I know he's been there before, but it had been the Juvenile Detention Center. Now that he's 19, things are going to be much worse.

She stared at me like I was stupid. "It's always about him, isn't it? He pumbles your father to death, and you go to him. Him of all people."

I nodded, scowling at her. "Uh-huh. That's what people do for each other." I put my finger to my chin. "Oh wait, you wouldn't know, since you're married to a slimy, self-centered jerk!"

She gasped. "Don't you talk that way about your father!"

I just spun around and headed to my car. She was yelling after me, but I didn't care. I was tired of people trying to fun my life and tell me what to do or say or think. I puled my keys out of my pocket and jammed them into the ignition once I was in Duncan's car. The drive to the station wasn't long, but it had me stressed. Every minute felt like an hour.

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