Ah, drama. A love-hate relationship that always seems to be around.

So the subject matter in the last two chapters (and this one) has been dangerously flirting with the M rating. And I did that on purpose because I'm dealing with hormonal teenage boys. But the chapter after the next is the last of it. Promise. :)

But good news! Less than two weeks of schools left! That makes me so happy. No more exams, papers, research, and climbing two flights of stairs to get to my room. And free time. Lots of free time.

Read On!

Journal,

My life was so simple before today. It just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

Tommy crossed the line today. I was SO close to killing him. I had to punch the wall to get my anger out!

~*~TJ's POV~*~

What the fuck is up with this rabbit? I'm sitting in my bed, minding my own business, writing in my journal, and Duracell hops out of her box and attacks me. She's biting my fingers and pulling my shirt and butting her head against me. She bit me so hard once that I was bleeding. This sounds like something out of that one episode of South Park! Murderous pets. She used to be so sweet and now she's trying to kill me. Okay, I'm over-exaggerating, but still, she's attacking me.

She's starting to act like JoJo.

Speaking of which…..

I guess he's not talking to me now. Not after I slept with Tommy Gun and his goons. But what I don't get is that he has no problem talking to Tommy Gun. Won't talk to his friend, but talks to the person who's selling his friend on the street.

That's a completely different story; I'll get back to that in a second.

He talks to him just about every day. What could he possibly have to talk to him about? Then again, they might not be. They almost got in a fight five times. But enough about them. Something interesting happened yesterday. I called home.

I did. I called home after not doing it for about two years. And someone finally picked up the phone. It wasn't my parents though. I'm pretty sure it was my little brother. He was about one year old when I saw him, and that was a little over a year ago, so he should be two and able to get to the phone. Not to dial it, but if it rang, all it would take is a little climbing to get to it, and two year olds are great at climbing. Especially when you're not looking. But yeah, he picked up the phone and said "hello" in his little voice. I didn't say hi back. I was too shocked to know what to say.

My parents must've seen him and hung up the phone because that's exactly what happened. The phone hung up after a minute.

I don't know what to think about that. I could've talked my little brother that moment, but I didn't know how I feel about him yet. I can't explain it, but I don't know what I think about having one. Not to sound cruel, but I just don't know. Hopefully I will one day.

"Okay, okay, I get it. You hate me," I said to Duracell. She's pulling on my shirt right now. Picking her up I held her. Getting heavier. Or is she just growing? I think she's just growing. It's been a month or two since she adopted me. "Can you leave me alone for a while?" I asked, setting her down in her box. Right after I sat back on my bed she hoped right back out and bit my hand. "OUCH! That hurt you little rat! Goddammit…." Shaking my hand, I looked as she hoped off my lap and over to the papers that I written my homework on and started shredding it. "What the hell are you doing!" I pulled her away from the papers, but she's still trying to get out of my hand. "Do you have rabies or something?" I hear laughter. I look up and there's JoJo, coming into the room and laughing. At me.

"You did this to her, didn't you?" I ask him. He walks past me and sat on his bed. He held out both of his hands and Duracell hoped out of my hands into his.

"I ain't do nothin' to her," He said as he petted her. She calmed down instantly. "She must not like what you're doin' with Tommy Gun. Like the rest of us."

"She's smart, but she's not that smart," I said. "She just like's you better than me. That's it." Our conversation ended when a loud whistle pierced the air. There in the doorway was Tommy, waving for me to come with him. Ugh. "I gotta go."

"Have fun with your pimp," JoJo said as a left with Tommy.

Pimp.

There's a story behind that. Tommy offered me a deal. I wouldn't have to sleep with him (or his friends). But the catch was I had to work for him. As in, work for him. Which was weird because I already 'worked', just for myself. But I can't pick the customers. He picks them. And keeps half the profits. And since I didn't want to be coaxed into sleeping with him (and his friends), I said yes.

I'm not making good decisions with my life.

"Here," Tommy Gun said after we stopped in front of his door. "First one's in the room."

"You're a sadistic psychopath," I told him.

"Yeah, whatever," he said. "Just get your ass in there." Folding my arms, I glared at him before going into the room.

~*~V~*~

I should start taking drugs before I do this. Serious drugs too, not weak stuff like weed. Pot doesn't cut it anymore. Maybe it would if I stopped smoking it so often, but you sort of have to do it to keep from going ape-shit in here. I only do it like, ten times out of the month. I can stop anytime I want. Really. I didn't do it for six months one time. But yeah, I should start doing some serious drugs. The drugs that Mario takes. I'm sorry, but that plumber must be on some serious 'shrooms to do the shit he does. And there are faces on ev-er-ry-thing. I want what he's smoking. But I'm getting off track. I heard Specs said he made PCP. I might have to try that one day. One day.

I should get tested for like every STD out there and ones that aren't confirmed. I'm pretty sure it's not normal to feel like you're pissing the flames of hell. Didn't used to be that way before. Must've forgot to tell one of the MANY people I slept with to use a goddamn condom. Better be curable. The waiting list to see the nurse is ludicrous. Mad thing is, I'm probably not gonna find out who it was. They're lucky as hell because I'd find them and give them a flight out the window via Detweiler Airlines.

My last name is weird as shit. Never liked it. I think it's German. Or Romanian. Probably German, I'm not sure. Though I think I might be Romanian on my mother's side, or was it Swedish…..…enough about that. I keep getting distracted.

I'm not actually sleeping with someone at the moment. I'm waiting for Tommy Gun to get another customer. I'm doing WAY more than I would if I was just working for myself. What does this guy think I am, a machine? There's only so much I can handle in a day….but of course, it's Tommy, and Tommy doesn't care. He just wants his half of the money. At least his friends aren't around. Tommy usually tells them to stay near me between customers, IF there is time between customers. Sometimes they're back-to-back without any time to recover.

…

…hold on. What am I doing being controlled by him? Just because I can't control myself? I need to learn to say no. However attractive he is. And damn, he is attractive. Doesn't mean I gotta sleep with him.

More than a couple times.

And enjoy it.

No. That doesn't have to happen. So when he comes back over, I'll tell him. Speak of the devil.

"Here's the next one," Said Tommy Gun as he approached with another inmate. I recognize him. I saw him when I didn't work for this prick. "Go ahead."

"No," I told him. "You sleep with him if want the money that bad. I'm going back to my friends!"

"No you're not," He said in a voice that was all too calm. "You're staying here with me. Get your ass in the room and make my money." Like I said before, this guy is starting to scare me. But I'm not gonna let that stop me from getting away from him. I turned away to start walking from him, but as soon as I turned I saw that the twins were right behind me. And they had Duracell.

One of them was holding her by the scruff of her neck and she looked like she was in pain because she was thrashing, trying to get out of their grasp, even though she would fall to the concrete floor. I'm not an expert on rabbits, but you're not supposed to hold one like that!

"Stop holding her like that!" I screamed at them. "You're hurting her!"

"They'll let her go when you get your ass in that room," Tommy Gun said. "Go."

"I'm not going anywhere! Give her back!" He just laughed and snapped his fingers. The other twin who wasn't holding Duracell by the neck (and at this point the only thing holding me back from killing them) pulled out a point knife and held it near her neck.

"STOP HOLDING HER LIKE THAT!" I screamed at them. "LET HER GO! DAMMIT, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS? GET OVER HERE!" I screamed, calling out for the others. Where are they when I need them? Clutching my fist, I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. I didn't need to turn around to know who's hands it was.

"If you don't want her to hurt, get in the room," Tommy Gun whispered behind me. "I have no problem skinning her and making myself a hat out of its fur."

"You're an asshole," I hissed at him. "TELL THEM TO STOP HOLDING HER LIKE THAT!" He must've signaled them to stop because they changed how they held her. The twin that was holding her held her in his hands, but he was still holding her too tight and she was trying to get out of his grasp. Not to mention the other twin was still holding the blade of the pocketknife near her. "They better put her back when I go."

"They will," He said. "Better make up your mind though. Your customer is getting impatient."

I can't let them hurt her. I can't. Duracell's just a rabbit. Not even that. A bunny, a little baby bunny. Probably not even a year old. And she's trashing for her life like she knows they're going to kill her. She's innocent in all this. Just look at her! She's scared to death of them! I can't let them kill her.

So I turned around and headed towards the room.

"You two can put the rat back now," Tommy Gun told the twins. I looked over my shoulder and saw the twins put away the knife and hold Duracell gently. I would've looked longer, but Tommy put his hand on the back of my neck and turned me back around. They better put her back. I swear to God if I don't I'll kill all of them. Slowly and painfully.

Just as I was turning to go into the room, I heard a loud metallic BANG. Disregarding Tommy Gun, I turned around to see what happened. I swear time slowed down when I looked.

JoJo was standing behind the twins, clutching a metal pipe that was dripping blood. The twins themselves were falling to the floor, and Duracell wasn't in their hands anymore. She was in the air and falling. Pushing Tommy aside, I ran to try and catch her, but I'm not going fast enough. Diving, I hope it would be enough to catch her. I don't want to find out how much it would hurt her to fall from that height. It wouldn't be so bad if it was outside, on dirt and grass, but this is concrete. It hurts me when I fall and when I get on my knees to look under my bed…..and do other stuff.

When I landed I opened my eyes to see if I was close. I couldn't see her. Time started to go back to normal speed then. I got up and tried to find her on the floor. No luck. A tap on my shoulder made me turn around lightning fast. The world was lifted off my shoulders when I saw Duracell being held (comfortably) by Specs. He caught her!

I walked towards him to hold take her, but my attention was drawn to JoJo who was beating the shit out of Tommy Gun. It was a fair fight until JoJo got the upper hand and was on top of him, punching him faster than Tommy Gun could defend. I watched until I felt something soft hit my stomach. I put my hands under where I was hit a caught Duracell before she fell.

I see she loves me again.

Hmm. She's shaking. Scared. I don't blame her. You'd be scared if you had a knife to your neck and couldn't get away.

I know what that's like…..I was scarred too.

~*~END TJ's POV~*~

After JoJo was satisfied with the beating he gave Tommy Gun, TJ and the others walked past the twins on the floor (who were in tremendous pain) and into his room. Right way TJ attempted to put Duracell in her box and put her somewhere that she was comfortable and felt safe, but as soon as he was close enough to the floor, she hopped out his hands and ran under his bed, hiding between the boxes.

"What's she doing?" TJ asked as he looked under his bed. "Why is she hiding?"

"She's just scared," Specs explained. "She was hurt by those guys and she's scared. So she's hiding."

"She'll come out on her own then?" asked TJ. He reached between the boxes and gently petted Duracell on her head. He smiled when she didn't flinch or show any sign of being fearful of him.

"Yeah, she'll be fine. Might develop a phobia of sharp objects, but she IS a rabbit," Said Specs. "A few hours or a day or two and she'll be back to normal. Don't force her to come out. She'll come out to eat at the very least."

"And she likes to sleep in my hair," TJ laughed. "She'll come out for that. She doesn't like sleeping on the hard floor."

"'Cause she like's your hard head." They all faced the door and saw JoJo coming in with new scratches and bruises. "Still hard, but not as hard as the floor."

"Thanks for saving her JoJo," TJ said. "She would've been dead if you didn't step in."

"Yeah, I know," JoJo said arrogantly. "Make sure it doesn't happen again." Smiling, TJ sat down on the floor to get a better view. She stood there before turning and hopping further between the boxes.

"I'm gonna stay here and wait for her to come out," TJ said, searching for his pet. "Make sure she doesn't get into trouble again. Don't wanna risk it, you know?" The others nodded and sat down nearby to wait. An hour passed, and the bunny still didn't want to come out, though she would come out from between the boxes when TJ tried to reach for her. A few more hours passed and Bandit and Specs left, leaving JoJo and TJ to deal with her. Hearing the sound of pages turning, TJ knew that he was alone in his mission. There was no persuading his roommate when he was reading. Not wanting to give up, TJ stayed on the floor and pulled out his journal to avoid being bored. He wrote, looking up every few lines to see if Duracell was still there and if she was coming out anytime soon.

Focusing on writing down his thoughts, TJ paid less and less attention to his pet and more on his journal. He had plenty to write after today. He was trying to move his hand faster enough to keep up with his racing thoughts. It wasn't working, but he was still trying before his thoughts left him.

His thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when a familiar bunny plopped herself on his journal and made herself comfortable there.

"It's about time you came out from under there," TJ said as he scratched her behind the ears. "I hope you know you can't sleep in my journal. I know you've been through hell today, but that can't happen. You're gonna have to settle with sleeping in my hair."

He put her in her box and sat in his own bed, happy that she wasn't under his bed. He couldn't sleep knowing that she was under him, even though he wasn't directly on top crushing her. After he wrote the last few sentences in his journal, TJ put on top of the shelf along with the others and lay in bed.

He peeked over the edge of his bed to see if Duracell was going to make her usual leap on his bed and on top of his head. Instead, she was perfectly content munching on her food.

'This rabbit is gonna be the death of me,' he thought as he watched her. 'Must be what it's like to have a kid. I'm going soft…..' TJ stretched to try and get more comfortable in his bed. While his eyes were open, he was able to see JoJo on his own bed reading. The scratches on his arms and face from the fight were slightly bleeding, but JoJo wasn't going anything to stop out clean them.

"You're bleeding," TJ told him.

"Mmm-hmm."

"That's not good."

"It's just small cuts. Nothin' serious."

"I have a first-aid kit."

"S'not that serious," JoJo said as he turned the page of the book he was reading.

"They're going to get infected. Just let me clean them so they won't," TJ insisted. "This place isn't the cleanest place in the world, 'specally with a rabbit living in here. You wanna get sent to the hospital again?"

"You not gonna leave me alone about this are you?" TJ shook his head. "Fine, mom. Get the first-aid kit." Successful, TJ reached under his bed and pulled out one of the boxes. Inside, a small plastic case labeled 'First-Aid' was on top of everything. He took it and searched for the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls. He dabbed some of the rubbing alcohol on the cotton balls and cleaned the cuts, starting with the ones on his face.

"Shit! That stings!" JoJo yelled, pulling away.

"It's rubbing alcohol. It's supposed to sting. It means it's working," TJ said matter of factly. "Haven't you ever use rubbing alcohol before?"

"Peroxide," Said JoJo. "Alcohol burns like hell."

"Peroxide kills the good germs too." TJ ended the conversation and continued cleaning JoJo's cuts. "And this is all I have. Stay still." Reluctantly, JoJo obliged. TJ was done in less than ten minutes and moved back to his side of the room.

"Thanks for that," JoJo said after five minutes passed.

"I should be thanking you," TJ told him. "Duracell would've been a fur hat if you and Bandit and Specs hadn't come over."

"That's what blood brothers are for."

Exams are a bitch. But next Friday (or Thursday if you don't count moving out) will be the last of it! It's not even exams, most of my classes are just having me write papers. And that makes me not want to see my laptop, or type. But I won't go on hiatus. I REFUSE TO UNLESS ABOSOLUTLY NECESSARY. But enough about my life….

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