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Week 3 Day 22 11:02am

Kinzie payed my rent, but this next payment wasn't going to come easily. After I… Lost my composure a few weeks back she decided to stay with me, her mom kicked her out for good so she moved in with me. She kept her job despite being with me, and today it appears the company in charge came in and fired the GM and replaced him. Apparently working there was suddenly enjoyable and fun. I dropped her off at my old work, where she still works two hours ago. I was laying in bed. I started going to therapy the week after that occurred, and my appointment was in an hour. I looked down to my feet. My bed was wet. Kinzie had spilled a 44oz soda from a gas station last night. I didn't care, I put a towel down and fell back asleep all the same. I found myself depressed. I stood up and slid on my black sweatpants and a white long sleeves shirt. My phone buzzed as I looked at the nightstand. Erin texted me. I simply left the phone where it was and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower as hot as it could go.

I sat on the toilet as the shower ran and the room slowly got hotter and hotter, it got harder to breathe as steam began to displace open air. I closed my eyes.

Please God, just, kill me. Suffocate me, make a light break, let electricity arc through the steam. Let a car run through the building and hit me, something, anything. Please…

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Week 3 Day 22 12:05pm

"Dodge." My therapist sat on a comfortable chair and did a cliché open armed gesture to a laying couch in front of him.

"Do I have to? Can I just stand?" I asked as I crossed my arms, already feeling myself closed off to this woman.

"Come now Dodge, the most vital part to therapy is allowing yourself to be vulnerable, so that you may trust me. These first few sessions are always the hardest, but try to trust me." She said, she was fairly hot I have to admit. Red hair, slim and lots of cleavage in her tight suit. I have an odd thing for redheads, so I guess I can relax around her. I walked over to the couch and took a deep breath then laid on it.

"Now why don't you tell me how you feel?" She asked with a sincere smile, I looked into her green eyes then moved my gaze down to her cleavage.

"Depressed. I found myself in my bathroom with the shower running as hot as it could and the door closed, no fan on… I was, sitting… Praying to God." I stopped, leaving out a vital detail.

"What were you praying about?" She asked, ignoring the fact that I made it very clear I wasn't religious in the first session.

"I…" I stopped and found myself looking away from her. This is… Hard.

"Dodge, don't feel ashamed, I understand you need to be a tough guy to survive in society, you are a young man after all, but you don't need to be like that with me, you can tell me everything and anything and I will not judge you."

Yes, you will. That is human nature to judge, snap second judgments based on the first several seconds of seeing someone. Even to openly adhere to openmindedness and throw away this prejudice is incapable of stopping that first second judgment. I see you, staring at me, I am broken to you, and you must fix me, isn't that right? ISN'T THAT FUCKING RIGHT? I'M THE BROKEN ONE! NOT YOU, OR CEO'S OR MY MOTHER, NOT HUMANITY! Oh, no. Humanity ISN'T FUCKIN BROKEN NOW IS IT!

"Dodge, shhh, take a breath, here, have some water." She grabbed a cup lying on her desk and held it out to me, she saw. She saw the rage in my eyes didn't she? Did she? "What were you praying about?"

"Fu— Ugh…" I groaned holding back my anger. "Guess." I finally said angrily.

"I can't tell you what you were praying about Dodge." She said with a smile, an oddly sincere one too.

"I was… Praying to God that he'd kill me." I said without hesitation, figuring what the hell, she'll find out eventually and I need to adhere to this… Treatment, I do have a problem…

"You were praying to God to kill you?" She asked me now with an oddly unserious tone and smiled.

"Yeah, yeah, I was asking a big nonexistent lie to kill me, what's wrong with that?" I asked puzzled by her attitude, she wasn't taking this seriously, something I, wasn't expecting.

"Oh, it's funny really, a lot of people say that actually, they pray to God to kill them, but they all usually are religious in some shape or form. I once had an atheist say that to me, but the funny thing was he did it as a test to see if God was real. You however, did it because you seem to believe in a God of some sort, even if you deny it."

"…Yeah, and?" I said as my brows furrowed, obviously, I researched the afterlife, I know all about Near Death Experiences, I don't believe in a dogma, but I do believe in an afterlife.

She continually smiled at me now, but then her expression changed to a much more serious one.

"Right now, Dodge," She began with such a tone I felt scared almost. "I am that which makes you the angriest, WHAT AM I!" She screamed suddenly as I leaned back, and suddenly my mother came to mind. Holy shit, that was. That was awesome!

"M-my mom." I said with a half smile, that was insane! How, how?

"Hmmm." She sighed quietly now and gently hummed. "What about your mother makes you so angry?"

I stared at her. This is a road she doesn't want to take.

"Come on Dodge, you told me you like brute force approaches, we're going to tackle this from the top and cascade down." She said and suddenly stood up and grabbed a wooden tray of something and set it down on a table in front of me. It was a sand garden. She grabbed another wooden tray and placed it down, small props of sorts, bowling pins, little army soldiers, fences, plants. The works.

"As you build a world, you're going to tell me about your mother and what she did to you."

What she did to me? I looked up at the lady, she was fucking hot… I looked down at the tray of sand and the tray of props, and began to build a world. Then suddenly I found myself talking about my mom, recalling the things she did that made me angry, the way she was, why it hurt me, and upset me, why she made me angry.

Week 3 Day 22 1:55pm

I'm crying, in the cleavage of this woman. What the fuck is wrong with me? How did this happen to me? I was just talking and suddenly a lump in my throat, tears began to roll, I couldn't stop it. What was going on? Then I'm breaking down, crying, I'm crying so hard I can't talk, I can't see, I can barely breathe. And then she's hugging me and I'm like, I'm crying in her cleavage and, like. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

Week 3 Day 22 2:01pm

"I'll see you next week, Dodge, I feel we made a real breakthrough today, and I look forward to working with you again, mkay?" She smiled at me as she slid a tissue across her exposed cleavage. I sniffled my nose and looked away from her shamefully.

"Alright…" I said and looked up at her, she was smiling at me then held open her arms.

"Hug?" She said.

I felt tears begin to well up again.
"N-n… Hnn…" I held my lips shut tightly as my chin scrunched up and my brow furrowed up. I brought my arm across my face and wiped away more tears. "I-I'm good, I, I need to go pick up my roommate from work, thank you…" I said and hastily walked away and into the lobby where another girl was sitting, she looked like she was already about to cry. I got to the door and stopped as my phone buzzed.

"Crystal!" My therapist walked out and suddenly the girl burst into tears and ran into her chest.

I looked back as the therapist smiled at me and brought the girl back. I looked baffled and terrified at this and looked down at my phone.

'hey hey hey i'm out of work and your not even here! Get you're butt over here mister taxi cab man'

I suddenly burst out laughing. My emotions were everywhere, what was going on with me? I walked into the parking lot and got into my car then began to text her back.

'Thanks to that, I think I'm going to need a blow job on the way home.' I texted back and turned my car on when my phone buzzed again, I shifted to reverse and held down the brake as I looked at my phone.

'ugh fine'

I looked at the text for a moment then pressed the call button and dialed her number.

"Hello?" She answered as I backed out then shifted into drive and drove onto the main street.

"Hey, Kinzie, did I upset you? You don't need to do that you know?" I asked as I came to a stop at a red light.

"Oh, yeah sorry, I didn't mean to sound bitchy, I'm just, you like blow jobs a lot don't you, heh. My throat's sore, I think I'm getting a cold so…" She said.

"Uh, well, I mean, say no if you don't want to, okay?"

"Yeah, I know. Oh, hey so I figured out that thing you asked me about." She said and went oddly silent, I made a right turn onto the road where her work was on and began driving down.

"Oh yeah, what's up?"

"Well, my insurance does cover me for therapy but, like… It's so embarrassing, can't you just be my therapist, and use what you learn from yours?"

I came to a stop at a red light and thought for a moment.

"Yeah, I guess, I'll be there in a bit, okay?"

"Oh goody! Alrighty, bye bye!" She said and the phone beeped. I lowered it and looked over to my right out my window as a cop drove up next to me.

I stared at him as he was texting on his phone. I looked up as the light turned green and waited for the cop to go. He was too busy texting, the car behind me honked its horn causing us both to push the accelerator. That's too funny, if he saw me, I'd be getting pulled over… Who applies justice to cops? Other cops? Yeah, right.

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Week 3 Day 22 2:17pm

Kinzie got into the car and laid back in the already reclined passenger seat.

"What up, how was work?" I asked.

"It was cool." She said and ended the conversation abruptly.

"Ah, cool. Is everything alright?"

"No." She said suddenly and went quiet.

"Did I do something?" I asked.

"No…" She said again and looked away.

I stared at her for a moment and gave a big sigh. If I hadn't bawled my eyes out earlier I'd find this incredibly irritating.

"Hey, come on, what's wrong Kinz?" I asked putting the car into park and putting my hand on her shoulder.

"I think I'm pregnant."

"WOAH." I gasped suddenly and felt my heart begin to race.

"Not by you… I've had mood swings lately and I've been getting a bit of a belly and I've been throwing up… It just clicked in my head now…" She sighed and crossed her legs.

"How, I mean, are you sure? Should we get a pregnancy test?" I asked unsure of what to say.

"Yeah I guess…" She said and sighed. "Please?"

"Yeah, we'll go right now." I pulled the car into drive and went off to the nearest convenience store.

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Week 3 Day 22 2:37pm

It's been weeks since that day… That day I feel like I grew a pair. Slightly, but enough… That damn guy. Jason, picking on my little sister, well today, today I have a real surprise for him, something no one will ever see coming.

I placed down a remote controlled monster truck, taped to the back of it was a small package of fine crystals, meth. I waited in the alleyway when he walked by. I tailed him. I've been tailing him for several days now. Watching his path, his course every day. Today, I'm going to ruin you. I pulled out my cell phone and dialed 911.

And then told them I spotted a kid with a remote controlled toy truck with a suspicious package taped to its back and told them he looked like he would be near certain cross streets in a few minutes. I prepared this all while wearing certain items to keep any evidence off. Gloves, big bulky gloves, and a pair of leggings from my mom over my head to keep any hair and such from falling onto the package, duct tape can be dangerous. I began driving the truck over to him, I followed behind it quickly.

"Hey, Jason!" I called out to him just before he came out of an alleyway to those crossroads.

"If it isn't sissy boy." He turned around to face me, I drove the truck right past him then threw the remote at him, he caught it as expected then stared down at it. "What are you doing?" He asked cautiously. I simply took off the gloves I was wearing, shoved them into my backpack and turned around and began walking away when a police car came down the alleyway from the way I was heading. I quickly scurried out of the way and looked back curiously, what any normal kid my age would do. The car stopped in front of the kid, then another car pulled up behind him boxing him in.

"You! What's on the toy truck!" An officer stepped out, I made a quick slip down a narrow side of the alley, my exit. Then walked out into the street and over into a candy store.

I gave a heavy sigh and started browsing, I was a regular here for the past several days now. For a reason, the faggot I've been tailing sort of introduced me to this place, so thankfully I introduced him to karma.

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Week 3 Day 23 9:02am

"Hey, Dodge." Kinzie shook me gently awake, I opened my eyes and looked up to her, she had her make up on already, which was odd since I thought we had nothing going on today. I looked down more and realized she was in her mini skirt and corset.

"I'm not in the mood…" I yawned tiredly and closed my eyes.

"I'm just letting you know I'm going out for the day, my mom is here and wants to make amends so, I have my phone on me if you need me." She said quietly and got up as I nodded and drifted back to sleep.

Week 3 Day 23 4:43pm

"So, you're moving out?" I asked Kinzie as she laid in bed next to me as I read a textbook on Linux. A very big, bulky textbook that made my arms sore from holding it up.

"Yeah… My mom is taking me back, but… After living here for as long as I did, you were so supportive and it really opened my eyes to the kind of guy you are so… I wanted to thank you, and let you know my mom has agreed to pay your rent for this upcoming month, so…" She said and went quiet. I stared at the textbook as I read about how to do something or another with the BASH shell then plopped it shut and dropped it on the floor next to the mattress and turned to Kinzie.

"So, you're definitely moving out?" I asked again.

"Yeah, but I'd totally love to stay over more often now!" She said excitedly. I simply nodded and laid back in bed. I'm so depressed… I can't get a job now that I quit, that GM blacklisted me and I can't put down that establishment as a reference now, which knocks off the 13 months out of 15 of work experience I have which basically puts me back at square one, and because no one is hiring me because of being blacklisted… I am screwed… I need to figure out something… At least with her mom paying this next month's rent I have more time, and thankfully my lease is up in two months.

"Dodge?" She asked as I looked over to her.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you, for holding me… and comforting me yesterday after I found out I was pregnant, it was such a shock I just, I'm sorry."

I stared at her as I remembered it, in the middle of the store, she burst out of the store bathroom crying and gasping and moaning and wailing and just, obnoxiously bawling out her eyes screaming she's pregnant, and me being me, it looked like I was the father. I comforted her because I felt bad, but because… After that moment with my therapist, I couldn't help but feel like sometimes holding someone's sobbing head against your chest is just the best thing you can do for someone. Apparently it really is.

"It's nothing, it was funny how everyone thought I was the father." I chuckled.

"Heh, yeah… I was totally thinking of, kind of dating you but…"

"Kinzie, shut up." I scoffed at that stupid comment and leaned over to grab another textbook, this one photoshop.

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Week 3 Day 23 7:53pm

"Mason, did you hear!" My little sister burst into my room as I laid on my bed.

"Hmm?" I looked over to her.

"That guy who was being mean to me is going to jail for having drugs on him!" She squeaked. I simply nodded.

"Serves him right." My eye was still sore from that rock he threw into it, I found out the guy was a baseball player and thus was also good at catching. I just, I'm so paranoid that they'll somehow realize he was framed, he's never done meth before as far as I could figure, he didn't fit the category of a druggy of any kind, even of pot. He was just so, not typical of this. I guess we'll see. It's hard to believe my dad had crystal meth though… He'll be furious with it missing but, not like he can tell anyone about it.

She was gone now. I didn't even notice her leave. I lied in bed, I felt so, uneasy, it made my stomach hurt. I need some food or something… I slid off of my bed onto my feet, slid on my shoes and walked out of the house.

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Week 3 Day 23 8:39pm

This place again… It's been a while, I've driven Kinzie here several times, but haven't been in it since that one day several weeks ago, but, the food is good… I walked into the lobby and stared at the menu.

"Dodge!" Kinzie ran up to the counter, business was dead right now, not surprising since this place has a bad reputation no thanks to me apparently.

"Hey." I said sheepishly and felt awkward.

"Hungry huh? Heh, I know how you feel!" She said insinuating to her throwing up a lot lately. I chuckled an awkward half smile, this felt odd, like I was about to command her to make me food or something.

"Can I just." I said and went quiet.

"I know what you like, here I'll make it for you for free but shhhh, don't tell." She giggled and ran back. I looked over at the new Manager as she worked the register, she looked back to Kinzie with an approving smile and then at me.

"Dodge Lutz it would seem?" She said and held out her hand with a friendly smile.

"Yeah, I have to admit I feel uneasy being in here, like I'm walking into a trap." I admitted.

"No traps." She said kindly and sighed. "I owe you a thank you actually, that guy that ran this place before, my taking his place really helped me out a lot and none of it would have happened if you didn't get him out of here. Thank you." She shook my hand a second time.

"Uh, you're welcome. You don't need to thank me, it wasn't on purpose or anything, truthfully I sort of, snapped." I sighed feeling stupid. "So, I feel kind of bad, with him being fired with that kind of reputation, I wonder what kind of job he'll have now… The impact on his paycheck has got to hurt."

She gave me an odd look but smiled all the same.
"I think you're the first person I've ever heard admit concern for a person he hates." Kinzie walked up and put a tray down in front of me. Indeed she was right, my favorite. It was odd living with her; I thought she was a slut, and an ungrateful clumsy klutz. But instead she was just a very sexually active girl with a lot of things going on in her life. Living with her really changed my perception of her. Plus I got sex, foreplay, someone who cooked and cleaned, I admit, I'll miss my sex maid… Heh. As if to reflect this thought, like she saw the words sex maid pop up in my eyes she giggled gently and gave a hearty sigh.

"I hope everything works out for you Dodge, it was fun living with you." She turned around before I could say anything and walked further back into the back area of the joint.

I grabbed my plate and gave what was starting to feel like a signature sigh of depression and turned around to the kid who stuck up for me several weeks back walking into the store.

We locked eyes for only a moment.

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Week 3 Day 23 8:52pm

"It's you." I said dumbfounded by the weary looking guy who I knew as Dodge holding a tray of chicken fingers with several cups of honey mustard and ranch.

"You're the kid who stuck up for me." He said remembering me then gave a sad half smile and walked to a table secluded to the corner of the lobby.

"Hey, wait, let's talk!" I followed him like a puppy and sat at the table with him, sitting right across from him.

"Hrm, what's up? I don't know your name." He said as he began to chow down into his food.

"I'm Mason. Uh, and you're Dodge, right?" I asked in return, he looked up and simply nodded and said nothing else. "Ah, uh… What was it like?" I asked suddenly feeling stupid.

"What was what like?" He answered confused, he looked at me with an oddly tired glance, like he was too tired to give me much attention.

"Pointing out the wrong with the world! Giving a firsthand example! Pointing that guy in his place!" I said with a cheery tone, like this guy, Dodge, was my idol.

"I didn't do any of that… I had an angry outburst, and I'm regretting it now, no place will hire me because of it." He said with a tone of melancholy, and then it hit me, he's depressed!

"Well, I still think it was really brave what you did, and I completely agree." I didn't know what else to say.

"Heh, well, thanks man. I wish everyone else could be a bit more cool like you." He sighed with a smile and leaned back and yawned.

"How old are you anyway?" I asked him curiously, he looked like he could be 23 or something.

"20." He said sternly causing me to lean back.

"ONLY 20? Wow, I'm only 15 so…" I was trying to keep a conversation going.

"Heh, high school huh? Those girls are the second hottest, only beaten by college chicks…" He laughed gently now when his phone buzzed, I noticed it was a picture message from some girl named Karly. He grabbed his phone and quickly put it away.

"Listen, Mason." Dodge gave a hefty sigh and shook his head. "I'm not a good guy to be around so. Just, go your own way." He took the last bite of his food and started to slide out of the booth we were sitting in.

"Wait, why?" I asked now sliding out with him.

"I just told you, I'm not a good guy to be around." He repeated himself.

"Dude, I just." I looked around and leaned in, "I just framed a kid for possession of meth, I'm NOT a good guy to be around either!" I whispered strongly at him, he leaned back and put his tray on top of a trash bin and looked me over.

"You play video games?" He asked. I brightened up immediately.

"Yeah!"

"Well, I live near here so, I mean. If you're allowed to hang out with strangers and all, you know?" He looked around nervously, almost like he felt dirty for inviting me over.

"Nah, it's no big deal, let's go." I said quietly with a smile.

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Week 3 Day 23 11:49pm

"Welcome to my humble abode. Mi casa, amigo." I announced to a girl following behind me as we walked in. She was stumbling about gently and fell into me.

"Cozy place." She smiled drunkenly, behind her Mason walked in sober curiously eyeing my apartment.

"Hey, Dodge, do you usually go to parties?" He ask me curiously as my phone buzzed. Suddenly a beep on my power box went off revealing I had less than ten dollars of power. My upstairs neighbor's dog was barking and barking as someone sitting in their car blasted their bass in a carwash not too far from my apartment complex, loud enough that I felt the beats.

"No, actually." I said and led the drunk girl over to my bed in the only room in the apartment and threw her onto it. "Stay right there would you?" I said without much generosity in my voice then walked out to Mason.

"So uh, what now?" He asked confused.

"Well, drunken girl. She's go the hots for me, you look somewhat like… Okay, you look better than me. She's seventeen, you're fifteen, I'm twenty, do the legal math. Get in there and lose the V card." I said and jumped onto my couch and pulled my laptop over to me.

"Uh…" Mason stared at me like he was lost.

"What?" I looked at him confused.

"I kind of, want to lose it to someone I love." He said causing me to suddenly burst out laughing. I leaned back then put my laptop down next to me and looked at him.

"I lost it to the girl I loved, every day I pray I could rape her and kill her." I sighed at the foul memories of my first ever girlfriend.

"Yeah, but…" Mason whimpered.

"NO, BUTS! Losing it to someone you 'love' is BULL, SHIT!" I yelled angrily, "When things inevitably don't work out, they leave you, shattering your heart, leaving you hollow and broken inside… I don't date after my fourth girlfriend anymore for a reason…" I explained when a gentle moan came out of my room. "Go man, you'll thank me later, maybe a few years from now, maybe several decades, but one day you'll understand." Mason stared at me then shrugged.

"I guess." He said and with a half smile walked into my room, closing the door behind him.

I looked down to my phone. The name 4thExLove was on the screen, I opened the message.

`Hey, how are you doing? You haven't really texted me lately.`

I stared at the message and shook my head.

`Yeah babe… How's the kiddo doing? I got fired and went off on my boss. My new therapist is, really good. I've been uh… Living my life, doing school good, you now, straight A's I'll be done with school and certified for work sooner than you think, just wait for me.`

I laid back and put my laptop back on my lap and began browsing torrents.

"Oh shit." I stared at a single 60gb torrent of some porn site that was ripped. I immediately clicked download and stared at a time of four days until the download completed. My phone buzzed and the girl in my room suddenly walked out angered. "Hey." I said to her.

"Fuck you, I thought THAT was you!" She screamed and walked out the door slamming it shut. I stared at a small crack having been formed in the frame now and glared at it, then looked over as Mason walked out of my room and sat down on the sofa adjacent to me.

"So?" I asked.

"Sex. Is overrated." He said.

"Yup. Give it time." I sighed and looked at my phone.

`Yeah. So, I know you've been sleeping around… I just want to make sure you're serious when you say you still love me and want to be here for our kid.`

I glared at the text.

`You know. I just want sex from other people, emotionally speaking… I'm still in love with you, but I have needs, you know that. I promise when I finish school and get a good job I'll get you and the kiddo back down here, support him and give him a future he deserves. I swear it.'

I looked up to Mason who was staring at the floor.

"This world is stupid, huh?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, we know it." He responded half in a sleepy daze.

"Yup… We don't even need to tell each other to know that this world deserves to end…" I looked through a list of peers I was downloading from, one of them had a very fancy proxy server from the looks of it masking their identity. Smart guy.

My phone buzzed.

'Okay.`

I found myself sighing, and closed my eyes.

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4:03am

My door slammed shut, my eyes opened and I looked over and noticed Mason was gone, he must've ran out. Probably late, or realizing how deep in the shitter he is. I looked down to my phone and noticed I had a new message from my fourth ex.

`I love you babe, thank you for thinking about us so often, you're the best boyfriend I could have gotten in this situation. <3`

I stared at the message and looked at the name I had for her in my phone. I slid my computer into my palms, got over to the sofa Mason was on, plopped down and relaxed, then rechecked the peer list for the torrent I was downloading, oddly enough, every other peer except for the one covered by the proxy was offline, odd considering the hundred plus peers.

I nodded it off and began browsing the internet.

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Week 3 Day 24 4:29am

I looked up to my doorframe. It was cracked when that bitch slammed my door so roughly. I looked down and around, observing my apartment, I'm definitely not getting back my security deposit. I looked at my laptops clock on the taskbar on the bottom, it struck 4:30am.

Then my door erupted open. I looked up, not so much terrified as shocked, a ram of sorts plowed through it knocking it out of the frame, tearing apart the hinges, where it was cracked a huge chunk of wooden frame flung off with the door as splinters of wood flung about. I was all like slow motion, it was hard to believe, behind it was a man dressed in all black with a vest on and an assault rifle hanging along his back, he had a helmet on like a SWAT team member, and then seven men all rushed in as I sat there staring at them, the one in the front went right towards me as the other stacked up and surrounded me.

"GET DOWN, GET ON THE GROUND!" He screamed, their guns, those assault rifles were all pointing right at me, this odd pressure, I was frozen, I didn't know what to do. The man lunged forward with his free hand, grabbing me by the head and pulling me off the sofa and face first into the ground, he grabbed my hands and yanked them behind my back when a cold metallic feeling clung to my wrists and a clicking noise occurred.

I looked up as a man with his helmet off walked in front of me.
"Dodge Lutz, I assume?" He asked and crouched down next to my face.

"S-Speaking." I muttered into my own floor.

"You're under arrest." He said with a harsh smile on his face, I looked up to him.

"For what?" I asked dumbfounded, he just smiled then reached over, grabbing my laptop and looked at it.

"Oh, perfect, you've already got it up ready to be displayed for you." He chuckled and put the laptop down in front of my face, I stared as my one torrent, the single peer on it had my download time at 2 years, and suddenly the peer disappeared, causing the time to lengthen to infinity. The torrent was being monitored… "You're a pirate. You see every single one of these downloads? Each music file, six thousand dollar fine. Every copyrighted video, ten thousand dollar fine. So let's just look at this."

I stared at my screen, I could FEEL the wicked little grin on his face as he pointed to each download.

"Six thousand dollars, six thousand dollars, six thousand dollars, ten thousand dollars, six thousand dollars, six thousand dollars, six thousand dollars, mmm, mmm, mmmh look at this list, over a hundred items, all at least six thousand dollars." He hummed pleasurably, "You know how much six thousand times one hundred is kid?" He asked me as I stared him in the eyes.

"Six hundred thousand dollars." I mumbled. He simply laughed.

"You're one busy guy aren't you? I wonder what would happen if I searched your phone too, you seem like one of those 'anonymous' kind of guys who's into underage girls…" He glared at me as I stared right back at him.

"Hmph, yeah, well, you're going to prison for a LOOOONG time." He said cheerfully and clapped his hands. "Take him away." And suddenly I was yanked up to my feet and led out of my apartment and into a police cruiser.