All The King's Horses And All The King's Men

four - 'fuck me im a genius'

Chester, here we fucking come.

He tried to make small talk in the car, but quickly got the message I am in no mood to talk when all he got in reply were hums and blunt answers.

Dean ended up getting tired, so we have ended up stopping at a hotel, since we were only halfway there and it was already 2am.

Haha, pussy. I've stayed awake for a few weeks straight when work was overloaded. Big bad business man my ass.

Don't want brother dearest falling asleep on the wheel and killing the both of us, do we?

Luckily for me, we have separate rooms so I don't have to sleep in the same room as him, god I wouldn't be able to sleep at all.

Unluckily for me, the room has a connecting door. On the bright side though, it has to be unlocked on both sides to be able to open.

I think whatever god is up there has a love-hate relationship with me.

First he gets me and my brother abused all of our lives.

Asshole.

Then he gives us a family - a non biological one.

Thanks big man.

But then he thinks, being abused is a good reason to be able to defend yourself. Both of you can learn how to fight and take anyone down, any shape or size.

Mwah, remind me to tell Satan to pass on my thanks when I go to hell.

Then he decides to just make Marcus an addict so we're worse off.

Honestly, give a girl a break.

Then he let us make money and become the worlds youngest billionaires.

Stay humble, stay humble, stay humble.

Then he killed my awful bastard of a father.

Thank god for that.

But then he was like, hm, no, can't have two good things in a row! Have some brothers. Have some arrogent, cold, ooh add famous in for a bit of spice, brothers.

Thanks for that one, god!

And I think he realised he was a little bit harsh on me, so he let Theo have 3 weeks cut off of his sentance. Even if I'm dreading it.

Again, I'll ask Satan to pass my thanks on.

So he looks over all his work, and realises nothing can be just perfect, so he moves me 200 miles away.

Fucking dick.

ANYWAYS, currently, I'm sat on my bed, in a hotel which I forgot to add, my 'brothers' own.

A bit extra if you ask me.

I hauled my weapons bag onto the bed and put a few simple daggers around the room.

In the bedside table drawer, under one of the pillows, under the mattress and under the bathroom sink.

What? A girls got to be prepared for the worst!