the phone rang six or seven or eight fucking times before raxton finally picked up and spoke a rough - who is it - into the phone. its boss you fuck, put trish on - i was in no fucking mood for any more delays. the delivery was too late already and anymore time might mean me getting dead. she aint here...she left las night dude - he coughed and choked a bit - she said to tell you that youre an asshole, what happened to you guys anyway? she left? - i had to hold back my complete absolute anger by that point. i knew right away why and where she had went now i just needed to catch up to the little bitch - what happened is none of your fuckin business. click of the phone. and i have to hold back from breaking every remaining piece of fucking glass in this phonebooth. 10,000 and shes left. and last night, talk about a completely brutal headstart. there was only one person whod be able to help me find her and i definitely wasnt looking forward to calling that asshole, but desperate times brings... flash back 3 months ago... the gates slid open and the sun was burning hot. outstepped gunner, the first time in 5 years he/d been this far away from his cell on block c, located in the middle, and still packed full of that spic fuck he didnt mind leaving behind. freedom how fucking grand. the guard backed up a bit and let gunner pass through the gate - youre young you know, might wanna try stayin gone you know - the guard gave him a pat on the back. shit. i plan on stayin long gone man no worries - gunner walked out and spotted the ride waiting for him. only beast and rockstar would come this far for his sorry ass. the only real friends he had left. hey bro - beast approached and gave him a half hug and pat on the back - a free man go fucking figure. no doubt bro - gunner stepped back - damn bro youve gotten fatter. need to lay off the smoke and the munchies. they both laughed. rockstar approached, he looked thinner and like he hadnt slept in days, maybe months. he and gunner hugged. hows it go bro? feel good to be out? - rockstars voice was rough and dry. man, naw i wanna go back. shit. ya damn right it feels good. feels damn good. now lets go get some fucking food, after prison food im lucky to be alive an shit - he got in the backseat of the cadillac. the others followed suite with beast in the passenger side and rockstar driving. different place...around the same time... shit. this cant be good. was all he could think. something-everything had gone very wrong and now he had two fucking bodies, one bag of lost dope, and a fucking cop at the door. what in the hell had happened last night? the last thing he remembered was going down the hallway to his room and going to bed while safe and jett kept their little party going. the knock came louder on the door - its police officer rj fendi, we received a phonecall about a disturbance here...could you please open up? fuck. before he realized what he was doing he ran down the hall towards his room - one moment please...just got out of the shower...still naked... - he yelled back to the door. working as quickly as possible he began shoving every item he recognized as his into his large green army bag. he was not taking the wrap for this. no prison for him for some murders he know or at least hoped he didnt committ. he definitely needed to lay off the drugs and alcohol after this...temporarily anyway. feeling as though he had all he had brought, he tiptoed to the back kitchen - coming - he said softly to the front door. he opened the back kitchen window and just as he heard the cop knocking louder and another officer speaking, he slid down the fire escape... ------------------------ bleh.