enemies flames - lrh

one.

July 1, 2018

"Do you understand the severity of this? We could have you put in prison?"

Rolling my eyes, I sit back in the seat, crossing my arms over my chest as I remain uninterested in whatever this jackass has to say to me. His tone is already raised and I got in here no more than a few minutes ago, I'm sure I'll be walking out with a bitch of a headache.

I knew I should've skipped this meeting.

"That place deserves to burn to the ground."

The man looks at me with disgust, leaning forward on his desk. I can see on his face the amount of hatred he has towards me and I don't bother to worry about it. He's probably just as fucked in the head as my parents. 

"You believe all those kids deserve to burn down to the ground?"

"So now we're putting words in each other's mouths?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Now, when did I say I wanted to see those kids burn to the ground? If he paid attention to details, he would've known I specifically went out of my way to make sure I didn't burn down an area where the kids could lose their lives. They put the arts center away from the home where they all slept so honestly, it was a temptation I couldn't resist.

"Then what is it, Luke? What was worth burning that center to the ground to you?"

I shrug, not opening up to anyone about my shitty-ass childhood, especially him. This isn't a therapy session and I'm not going to sit here and explain to him something he doesn't need to know. Then again, I could expose my parents for being the horrible people they are...

Sounds like a problem for another day. 

"I was drunk, what does it matter to you?"

"It matters to me, because if you go after a foster home, what the hell are you going to go after next? A school?"

I run a hand through my hair as I say, "Now we're just being dramatic."

He slams his hands on the table clearly getting frustrated with me as he says, "I could have you arrested at the snap of my fingers, I'll show you dramatic."

I smirk, knowing I'm pissing him off which I can't help but relish in. I'm sure he thinks I'm a punk and he probably thinks I'm heartless too. Either way, his opinion of me is the least of my concerns. 

"Go for it, my calendars looking pretty empty anyway," I shrug, not caring if I get arrested. Do what you fucking want, either way, I don't feel an ounce of guilt for what I did. My parents deserve nothing on this property and I'd happily put them in their place again. 

On top of that, the amount of money I have in my account could probably get me out quicker than he could put me in. Guess my parents didn't think that one through, huh? I'm sure they have a lot to say about what I did and I wouldn't be surprised if they wanted me arrested. Too bad they're too cowardly to talk to me about this themselves. 

"Luckily for you, I'm not going to," he seethes, seeming angry with his own decision. I stare at him continuing to remain unamused or phased by his words as I stretch my legs out and make myself comfortable.

I have a feeling I'm going to be here for a while. 

"The Hemmings family have decided to cut you some slack," he says, flipping through the paperwork on his desk, making me cringe at the mention of my own parents. How has he not tried to connect the two? Did they deny me being their son? "You're lucky because if they said the word, I'd have you in jail for a minimum of six months."