I'm your what now!? ~ Sterek

Dear Daddy Dearest~

This isn't usually how i spend my mondays, suited up at court.

Guess my Daddy Dearest can now say that he finally caught me.

Like an overgrown kid with a cookie jar.

He's up there right now, before the jury. Having his turn. Doesn't look happy but he never really did.

Not once. Not since then. But we'll leave then as then and forget about then, because then doesn't matter, then isn't now, now is now and now is where the judge is looking pretty smug about sending me down.

Guess this is a good time to say he's an uncle from my Mums side. Mum, not Mother - never Mother, Mother is too distant, no. Me and Mum where close.

Now Father... That's a pretty fucked up story.

Anyways, I'm being forced to my feet now since I wasn't really paying attention and kinda missed the bit where they told me I was being sent down.

Oh goodies~

Had to give...Hmn, Boyd here a bit of a nudge, the guys huge, had to crane my neck a bit to get at his big bad security guard name-taggy thinggy. He looks as bored as I feel but sorta pissed.

More than I am.

I know, it's weird. I should be freaking out but I'm tired of running from my old man. He's a cop, a 'pig', whatever you would call him from where ever you're at.

Maybe I'm not even tired, maybe I'm just bored. Bored sounds right.Bored~

Bored.

And who could get bored in prison!? I mean with all the rape and the murders and the fights and the rapes - Do you want me to mention the rapes? Because I'm not stupid! I know what those places do to you...

Okay, I'm not exactly happy about being sent to a form of 'Hell on Earth' as some people would call it, but right now, as I'm being Oh~ so GENTLY escorted by Boyd here, I feel less worried, less stressed. I think it's just Boyd's charm.

Okay, so it's not possible for me to tell you how it feels without having to consider a psychiatrist but if you'd like to join me then feel free~

No? Darn.

The Click, Click, Click just continues with every step I take in the marble floored hall. Like a timer. A pretty fucked one, one that won't stop, one that speeds up when you do, slows down when you do.

Yeah, I'm talking about the new shoes I got for this shit but can't a guy get philosophical!?

I think it's fare to say I'm freaking Boyd here out.

I should stop grinning.

I SHOULD but you know that feeling where you KNOW your fucked up random grinning is REALLY getting to someone? Yeah, that's fun. They don't expect you to smile, let alone grin.

I'm quite sexy if I do say so myself, which I do, but hey~ Who doesn't like a sexy grin once in w while?

And may i just say, I look pretty fucking happy.

Yeah, I like the word fuck. I think it's my word. I really can't stop grinning now.

Ah~

Oh well.

Boyd looks pretty happy about getting rid of me, I mean the poor bastard pushed me in the direction of the police car, looks like he's had enough of me.

Awww~ No fun.

I know what you're think, 'Run you Bastard! This is you're chance!'

No.

No it's not.

Believe me, I just tried.

Failed, Okay?

Yeah, 2 other police cars parked nearby with about 30 officers and Boyd on foot against me wasn't really the odds I was looking for.

Should have thought that one through, really.

And Boyd was being so gentle handling me before.

Now, not so much.