And so that's how I'm in this cell alone with my thoughts.
Well I'm fucked, my so-called family does not want me around, like that's anything new, but now that little wanna-be 'gang' are the ones responsible for messing up my house. "Assholes" I slammed my fist against the wall, eh didn't hurt that much, I'm too angry to feel the pain.
When I get out I'm gonna kill that bitch, and I just might do it. I wonder if Shawn is watching me right now. What does he think of my actions, probably what is expected of me? Might as well get some sleep, I laid down on what they call a bed, and fell into a light sleep that later got awoken by foot steps towards my cell.
"Wake up Rodriguez, you're free to go, if you come with me you'll get your belongings back" A rather fat police man called for me."Thanks Officer Wiggums" seeing as he didn't get the joke I just followed him as he unlocked the cell."How did I get out so soon?" I spoke after a awkward silence. "Your cousin Shawn posted pre-bail." I sighed, how ridiculous, I was to be let out in two days anyways.
After gathering my things I stepped outside seeing as it was dark as night, too bad I left my phone at my house to call for a cab. Its not that it was a far walk, but I was freezing and it was pouring rain. So this walk is going to be worse than going to Christian camp up in the mountains .--.
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Walking up the steps realizing most likely using the front door would lead to my death by my father and his royal bitchiness. The only other way would be to climb into my room through my window, ah what a pain"I took a big sigh and walked around to the house to my room. Now see here, this would be easy if I didn't live on the second floor and the whole place is rigged with alarms.
Funny thinking about it for a couple seconds... fuck that, call me a lazy fuck, but I am exhausted and I rather sneak in through the front door which I have the key to. But I don't feel like getting punched in the face just yet. Letting out another sigh I went up to the front door and put my key in the lock....
Seeing the whole house wasn't stirring not even a mouse, I got my flashlight out from earlier and pointed as I closed the door. Taking a couple of steps probably wasn't the best idea since I was still soaking wet and my shoes slightly squeaked. Taking them off I proceeded up stairs to my room.
Finally after reaching my room I closed the door and locked it. I slyly put a blanket under the door so no one could see the light from underneath I noticed my room had my clothing and furniture tossed everywhere. "What the fuck" I spoke, all the drawers from the dressers were scattered. Oh yeah they probably took my guns, fuck. Good thing I'm not that stupid, hid most of my big guns under and sections behind the tiles int he bathroom. I know, how convenient.
Quickly going to the bathroom inside my room I inspected the placed where I hid everything, still there. I felt a certain feeling coming from inside of me. The feely feeling that is feely, all of a sudden I knew what it was and grabbed a towel and sneezed into it. God damn it, I need to get out of these clothes or I'm gonna get sick.
Placing the towel down I quickly scampered around the room for my phone and some fresh clothing. Finding both I decided unlock the screen to view the billion text messages I received. The struggle is real when trying to look at something while putting on a shirt. Even more when the damn thing almost gets snagged on your eyebrow piercing.
Besides the point, looking through most of the messages most of them mainly form the wanna-be 'gangsters' that they were coming to get me. So i was right when I said they fucked the house up. Oh well, not like I care too much for this house. The last of the messages were from my dad telling me not to come home more or less he was kicking me out. Greatttt I let out another sigh, all this sighing cannot be good for me. Finishing changing I crawled into my bed preparing for tomorrow.
sorry its so short .--. leave comments :3 they will be helpful ^.^
