And thanks to my sunshine Linda, Chapter two! Don't be surprised, change of POV!
No fuckin' clue how I had made it back to my rotten place. Comin' through the lame excuse for a front-door, I had to brace myself on the wall. That bitche really had messed me up. Damn, shoulda killed her again for this shit. Kickin' my boots off my feet, the overalls slipped down my ankles and I kicked 'em off as well. Dirty shirt went over my shoulders and damn, my shoulder cracked when I stretched my arms over my head. Did I really get fuckin' dizzy? Rage boiled through me and I felt the strong urge punch the wall. Said, done. Fuck. But the blood made an interesting contrast on the spider-doodle on the wall. Gotta remember this.
The old light-bulb in the bathroom flickered like a bitch, so my reflection in the remnants of the mirror looked even more creepy. Shit, I felt awful. The faint yellow light didn't even light up the room enough to see my damn hands infront my eyes but fuck it, I needed a shower. An d as usual, the warm water didn't work. Only then it fuckin' did! Watching the dirty water disappear into the drain, I just let the it flow down by body and shit, the bruises where everywhere. Somebody's gonna pay for that. Why? Somebody always does.
As I just stood there, water flowing down my body, I went over my plan again. Damn, this was a piece of fuckin' genius. Call me Einstein. Only, the fucker was even more ugly than me. Ah, shit, blood-clots wouldn't come off me so I actually had to bother with soap! Scrubbing the shit of my body, the it actually stung. The color of the water changed from dark red into light red and I was good to go. Where the fuck was my stuff?
Couldn't have been more than two days after the whole shit went down. Safest bet was that Devon kept his toy near the Luna Mesa. Meant that Walter could keep an eye on him. I mean, come on, he knew that the fucker couldn't take care of shit in the first place. Otherwise he wouldn't have send me on clean-up detail. Really now, not being able to keep that lil' bitch inside the house so she could come back to the cave? How incapable was the guy anyway? So yeah, food sounded about good. Stuffin' my face, I had to smirk at myself. Oh yeah. Sweet tight-ass Regina would be outta it by now. Easy goin' there. Like hell Walter'd get more involved in this. No fuckin' way.
The sun was already well on its way back to burn the ugly face of this rottin' place when I got out again and on my way to see daddy. And whaddays know, my collection of rusting metal with an engine was still there. Nice. One thing that worked. In fact, other stuff worked too. Cos right when I was about to fall into daddy's welcomin' arms, the fuckin' feds arrived. You know what the dude from A-Team always said?