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Week 3 Day 24 11:55pm

I looked down at my phone. Mason texted me. He called me earlier, telling me what had happened. It was all.

Unbelievable.

All because of a single guy and his girlfriend. The urge to want to do something was deep inside me.

'Can you come see me after school? Pick me up?'

Yeah.

'Yeah, I'll come pick you up from school.'

My mind raced, as it always does now. It hasn't stopped since this morning.

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Week 3 Day 25 7:43am

I walked into my Science class and sat down, late as always, but today more late than usual. School starts at 7:10am, I usually arrive at 4:30am, but today I took my time walking. School didn't matter anymore, I had nothing going for me, for my future. I stared at the board.

"Later than usual Mason." Mr. Schwartz said to me pointing me out to the entire class. I looked up at him.

"Like it matters." I said back to him and stared right into his eyes as he glared at me then simply dropped the subject and began teaching again.

Yeah. Fuck you.

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Week 3 Day 25 8:21am

I walked into my math class and sat down. Then proceeded to lean back and simply sit there. As the class begin textbooks came out, pencils began writing but I did nothing. My teacher Ms. Rutter looked at me and seemed disappointed. She told the class to work on a few equations then walked over to me.

"Hey, Mason." She crouched down in front of me, she was a young teacher and had some cleavage hanging out.

"Hey." I said and looked forward not facing her.

"Everything okay Mason? You usually work tediously. You have a real knack for math you know." She said with a smile, I looked over at her then stared at her cleavage obviously.

"I'm a sex offender you know. Why don't you cover up and leave me alone." I scoffed at her. She simply smiled and shook her head. Everyone was staring at me now.

"Mason. You'll do great." She simply said, stood up, then tugged her shirt down a little showing more cleavage then walked back to the front of the class. I stared at her curiously. What was that all about?

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Week3 Day 25 9:32am

English. I stood outside the class leaning against the wall. The bell rang. I just stood there. What point is English? Now that I don't have a life what good will this class even do me? I pushed off the wall and stood up, backpack hanging in my hand. Then turned to the door and sighed. If not for Alice I'd be gone by now…

I opened the door and walked in casually, not caring that I was late, got to my desk, threw my backpack on the ground next to it then sat down. Noisily was a better verb to describe my actions. See? I know my English, why am I even here?

"Mason." Mrs. Green stared at me.

"Yo." I said and leaned back. A sort of chuckle came across the class.

"Have you been listening to that rap music or something?" She asked and tapped a piece of chalk against the blackboard. That's another thing, what the fuck is a blackboard doing here? Don't we have cleaner more sanitary whiteboards? Or am I racist for stating a fucking fact?

"Why do we have blackboards?" I asked steering off the subject.

"Excuse me?" She asked and stopped the tapping she had now become conscious of.

"Okay. Listen. My life, is FUCKED." I screamed at her causing her to lean back in surprise. "So why the hell am I even here? To learn art thou special in thy head or some crap? What am I learning here that will EVER amount to any usage to my life? When people sit down and learn Calculus, what the fuck are they going to use that for? And it's a required class?! Science, I know that atoms make up matter, what the FUCK does that do for me?" I leaned in and glared at the teacher.

"Tell me, what does knowing something even do? History? Don't repeat it and yet look how fucking great that want in the world, so why bother learning it when the knowing it didn't do shit? You listen to me, this entire school system is fucked. That I HAVE to come here and listen to this bullshit every single day instead of going out being productive with my life, which I have no need for a Diploma anymore. Can you tell me?" I stood up now and grabbed my backpack.

"Tell me, why should I stay? What good will any of this do for me?" I asked. Mrs. Green stared at me for a long time.

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Week 3 Day 25 10:01am

Detention.
Are, you, serious. I was FORCED to come here. I'm not allowed to leave? I sat in the quiet room, me and several other students. I looked around, I fidgeted my thumbs. Tapped my feet. Cracked my neck. Drew circles with my fingers. Then it hit me.

I can. I can just up and leave. But this system isn't nice about it. I need a reason. I looked down at my backpack. What am I missing? What is in there that I need?

Nothing.

I started rubbing my thighs together, swaying my hips, bouncing slightly. I did this for five minutes then shook my head and raised my hand.

One of the teacher's came over.

"What?" He asked staring at me.

"Can I go to the bathroom?" He stared at me.

"I don't know, CAN you?" He asked. I stared up at him, are you serious?

"MAY I go to the bathroom?" I asked again, now rocking my hips and squeezing together my legs.

"No, you're in detention, hold it." He said and began walking away. I went wide eyed.

"HEY! I need to fucking pee, if you want me to do it in here I'll grant you the courtesy and go in the corner!" I yelled causing everyone to look at me, I kept shacking my hips.

"Raise your voice one more time, and you'll be suspended." He simply responded and began walking away more.

Oh. Really? You'll SUSPEND ME? I'm so fucking scared.

"Oh, yeah?" I asked him and he turned around. This, is going to be great. "Let me show you what happens to people like you, who have no regard for others." I said and stood up causing him to glare at me, I then began undoing my belt and whipped out my dick, unashamed and started pissing on my desk. Everyone was looking at me horrified. I simply exhaled a relieved breath; thankfully I actually had to go, just not as bad as I came off to be.

Everyone looked in silence as the smell of urine filled the air. Slowly the streaming stopped, I sighed in relief and grabbed my backpack.

"Suspend me now. Expel me, I don't fucking care, I'm already a sex offender with nothing going on for me. So fuck you." I said and started to walk out, opened the door and simply left.

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Week 3 Day 25 10:37am

I was at the front gate and walking off of school when an announcement blared over the speakers.

"Mason Mathews to the front office, Mason Mathews to the front office."

Yeah? Fuck you. I kept walking and got onto the main street and started walking home, I didn't care if it was a two hour long walk to my house. Not like I was looking forward to going there anyway.

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Week 3 Day 25 11:09am

My feet! I can't, I just can't… I came to a stop and sat down against a wall near some apartments and scrunched my eyes shut, the burning pain in my feet, like my veins were going to burst, this was a horrible idea. I sighed, then looked up. I recognize these apartments. They're the ones adjacent to Dodge's… Wait, Dodge lives right over there? I didn't even notice, my feet were hurting so badly. I slowly stood up and trudged over to his apartment.

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Week 3 Day 25 11:20am

I am sitting on the floor. My eyes are closed, my legs are crossed, my hands are folded.

And I am praying one single thing.

Please God. Kill me.

I have been like this for hours. I woke up at 4am. I am in a world where madness is order and order is madness. I do not want to be here. Please God. Kill me.

Please God. Kill me.
Please God. Kill me.

"Dodge?" A familiar sounding voice appeared at my doorway, I opened my eyes to Mason as he stood in front of my broken down door.

"Hey." I said and broke my formation, extending my stiff legs, my feet were numb, painfully numb, and I laid back supporting myself by my hands.

"You're moving?" Mason asked.

"Yeah. Not sure where to." I looked around, the power was off, I had disconnected the power box. I didn't care about the groceries in the fridge or freezer. I didn't care about my apartment being ninety degrees.

"Oh, where to?" He asked and stepped inside, walking over the wood chips that have already inflicted me with several foot fulls of splinters.

"Don't know, I find out tonight at 7pm. Why aren't you in school?" I asked him realizing the time by looking at my phone.

I had seven texts.

"I peed on a desk in detention and told a teacher to go fuck himself." He admitted with a smile. I simply stared at him and shook my head.

"Way to be incognito." I sighed sarcastically.

"Huh?" He looked at me confused, like he thought I'd be proud of him.

"You can't go around making so much attention, in this world, what people don't know, everyone else has no care for. Out of sight, out of mind. What you don't know, won't hurt you. You know?"

He took a moment to think and nodded a bit.
"Yeah, that does make sense. I'm pretty sure I'm getting expelled so. Want to go do something today?" He asked, I looked down at my feet, needles were terrorizing them, or at least it felt like it.

"Yeah sure, what did you have in mind?" I asked. Mason took a moment then a grim smile came onto his face.

"Revenge." He smiled a sly smile.

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Week 3 Day 25 2:11pm

I was in my car sitting on the side of the street, parked. Mason had asked we scope out this area.

"What are we doing exactly?" I asked as he vigilantly stared across the entire street.

"Waiting for HER." He growled. I simply pulled my seat all the way back.

"Well, I'm on probation so, if you're going to do something illegal, I'm asleep here, don't run back to my car."

"I know that. I have it all planned out for the most part." He retorted annoyed.

"Alright, alright, sorry." I sighed and closed my eyes.

"Ah, there you are…" He muttered and slowly I heard the click of my door open and then a gentle click from him closing it silently. I leaned up and watched as he slowly and stealthily followed behind a girl who was no older than fourteen.

"What the hell are you doing, Mason?" I mumbled and watched as he suddenly lunged across the street and tackled her into an alleyway, a muffled squeal echoed across the street then silence.

"Oh fuuuck…" I sighed and opened my door, then stepped outside and immediately began holding my hand.

"FUCK!" I screamed painfully just in time as a woman stepped outside to see what that sound was.

"Excuse me!" She called over to me as I held my hand and focused hard to make my face turn red.

"Ahhh, damn it! I can't believe I just did that!" I growled in pain and walked away from my car.

"Ah, are you okay? Was that you?" She called over.

"Y-yeah, I slammed my hand in my own door, I'm so stupid." I chuckled slightly as I looked at her momentarily then looked away holding my hand hunched over.

"Do you need any help? Are you okay?" She asked walking closer.

"Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine. Just, ouch." I emphasized on ouch with a pained smile.

"Oh, okay. Well, be careful, those car doors." She said playfully and laughed.

"Hah hah, yeah, those darn car doors." I agreed with her. She walked back into her apartment and I exhaled.

"What the hell…" I looked over and saw Mason walking away like nothing had happened. I walked over to the alleyway and looked down it. A single dumpster. I looked over at Mason as he turned a corner. I looked back to the dumpster and put my ear to it.

Muffled noises like someone trying to breathe was coming from it. I slowly opened the lid to the dumpster and inside was the girl facing down into the garbage.

Mason… This is too obvious… I stood next to the dumpster and pulled out my phone.

'What did you do to her?' I sent the text to Mason

'I just told her to have a good life.' He sent back. Something that confused me. I opened the top of the dumpster again when a police officer drove in front of the alleyway and got out. I looked over and suddenly I felt myself going pale.

I'm screwed. Life time of prison. I'm so screwe— Wait. I didn't do this, I'm looking in, I heard something.

"Officer! Officer oh God there's a girl in here!" I yelled to him. He ran over.

"I got a call that someone was spotted in a dumpster, did you make the call?" He asked.

"No, I just was walking over here to clean out my car right over there, and then I hear this muffling." I explained as he pulled up the lid.

"Help me get her out, grab her around the waist and shoulders not the arms." He said and climbed into the dumpster. I sort of stood there then fumbled trying to get into the thing. I finally did and we slowly lifted her up and pulled her out, she was tied, her wrists together behind her arms, her eyes were blindfolded, her mouth was gagged with her own panties.

"Oh man." I mumbled, the officer pulled out the panties in her mouth.

"Please! Please I-I-I"

"Hey, I'm a police officer! I'm here to help you!" He said as the girl started weeping.

What the fuck did Mason do?

"I was raped!" She cried now as we untied her and got her out of the dumpster.

I stared at her. Was this the girl that framed him? My phone buzzed, I looked at it.

'Being framed really is a paradox.' What the fuck does that mean? You raped a girl! You RAPED her!

"I'm sorry! This must be karma… I framed a kid for rape and and and…" She began crying more.

Karma.

Being framed is a paradox. It happened, but it didn't.

IT HAPPENED BUT IT DIDN'T! That's fucking brilliant! That is genius!

"Sir, I can handle it from here thank you, would you please stick around for questioning?" He asked.

"I'm sorry, I'll write down my number for you but I have to go, I'm moving you see and I need to go pack."

"Ah, I understand." He handed me a notepad, I wrote down my number, went to my car and drove down the street, not too far away Chris was sitting on some stairs, I stopped in front of him, he got in my car, and we began driving back to my apartment.

"She doesn't know it was me, she didn't see or hear me, I left no evidence either."

"Did you really rape her?" I asked.

"Yeah, everyone already thinks I did, I'm just getting what I was supposed to get. I didn't get off though, but even if anything is left behind, it's to be expected since I RAPED her." He growled angrily.

"So, being framed is a paradox?" I asked.

"It happened but it didn't, but because of that, now it has truly happened, and yet, I didn't do it."

I laughed now, this was a horrible, HORRIBLE thing to laugh at, but it was interesting.

"So, how long did it take you to figure that out?" I asked Mason as we drove down a street and pulling into the left turn lane in the middle of the street to turn into my apartment complex.

"I had a dream about it, and figured I'd go through with it." He answered and sighed. "I'm happy I did, but I feel so dirty…"

"It's okay Mason, we're monsters, remember?" I smiled as I drove into my parking space.

"Well… I don't feel like I am, I just feel wronged." He admitted a bit.

"Good, then I guess I'll be the monster, and you can be the wronged." I said and got out of my car.

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Week 3 Day 25 5:58pm

Mason just left to go home. I'm sitting here thinking about the day. That kid is fucked up, but I like him. He isn't taking shit like I do, he's putting actions in the equation, something I'm too afraid to do… I sat behind a computer performing illegal actions anonymously and now here I am. Nice guys finish last.

"Dodge!" My name was called from outside my apartment. I walked through my broken doorway to the government agent standing in front of a U-Haul truck. "Let's get packing." He said and walked up to me then past me, into my sooner to no longer be mine apartment.

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Week 3 Day 25 6:32pm

We had moved all my stuff, two couches, a bed, a dresser, a night stand, some lamps, some kitchenware, some bathroom toiletries, some food, some clothes. A little bit of everything, all my stuff, it is all I had, a little bit of everything, not a lot. I stepped into the passenger seat and closed the door. The agent got in and turned on the truck.

"So your friend was framed for rape? Nothing I can do about that Dodge. I'm a federal agent, not state, I only speak for the feds." He sighed. "But it is a tragedy that such bullshit happens."

I shook my head. Doesn't your institution instigate it all?

"So, I never got your name." I looked to him.

"James." He said.

"Real name…" I sighed.

"Richtofen?" He chuckled.

"Come on!" I scoffed.

"Okay, okay. My undercover name is Andrew Anderson. It's the name you and everyone else who isn't a personal friend or family of mine will know me as."

"Oh, well, thanks, I guess." I closed my eyes and yawned. I've been up since 4am… I'm tired…

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Week 3 Day 25 6:58pm

"Here we are." He said as I opened my eyes.

No.

"You're kidding." I leaned forward into the dashboard aghast and put back. I was staring at the worst apartment complex in the entire city, Desert Sights, nothing but gang members, drug sellers, criminals, and more criminals lived here. Not a single white person could be seen for several blocks. This was gang town.

"Nope, welcome to your new home, apartment 17 is your new home." He opened up the door and got out. "Better start moving stuff before the gang bangers come out." He joked, a joke I thought wasn't very funny since it was TRUE.

As we moved furniture a small crowd across the peripherals of the area formed as everyone in the apartment complex all watched us move.

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Wee 3 Day 25 7:27pm

"Done. Alright, well, my job is going into overtime here so, I'll be on my way." He waved and got into the U-Haul truck.

"Wait, Andrew, can't we just… Talk about this?" I asked him, he stared at me then sighed, then pulled out a small card.

"Here's my business card, this has my personal work phone number on it." Personal work phone? What, is there a personal one and a work one and a personal work one? Do you have THREE FUCKING PHONES?

"T-thanks for fucking nothing. When you guys find my body, just piss all over it while you're at it." I growled and began walking away.

"THAT, reminds me, Dodge." He laughed a bit, I turned around as he threw me a small notepad. "On that is the address and times for everything we'll be having you do, where you'll be working, what time to show up, your new Therapist, when your next appointment is with her, your current address, phone numbers and current contact information for them all. Any other information just throw me a text." He suddenly began driving away throwing the passenger door shut as he swerved a u-turn through the road coming up onto the sidewalk and grass a bit then driving away, waving good bye to me. I stared dumbfounded by this and turned around to a Hispanic man covered in tattoos walking up to me.

"Hey homes, you new ese?" He suddenly began laughing as his buddies, four other Mexicans all walked up in front of him.

"Not by choice." I admitted.

"Oh? What, you don't like this part of town? You don't like me, ehh?"

I glared at him.

"I didn't say that." I sighed.

"Damn right, puta!" His friend stepped forward.

"Alexander, easy, homey, easy." The man held out his palm.

"I'm Hernando, this is Alexander, Christopher, Hermes, and Jesus."

Hey zues? Like, Jesus?

"Uh, hi. You're not going to rob me of everything but the skin on my body…?" I asked sarcastically.

"Hey, pendejo, FUCK YOU!" Hermes yelled out.

"Yeah, Brother, is there something you've got to say to us?" Hernando stepped up into my face, he was a burly fat guy with a buzzed cut hair job.

"You know the reputation of this place, right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, we're all players in this game called life, you better hope you don't get wasted." He said and pushed me back causing me to stumble.

"Yeah, bitch!" Hermes said. The rest simply nodded their heads in unison. I was, odd.

"Yeah? Alright, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be disrespectful, I got some anger problems, I have a hard time not being a piece of shit." I admitted and held out my hand. "I'm Dodge."

He simply looked at my hand.

"So, Dodge, I saw you had some pretty nice stuff. I hope you don't lose it." He simply chuckled and walked way, causing my heart to race as anger flooded my system.

Suddenly my phone buzzed, it was a restricted number.

'by the way, your car will be there in the morning. I have some advice for you dodge, the people there specialize in methamphetamines, if you see any of them fidgeting or if they look messed up, stay away.'

STAY AWAY? WHAT? I'LL JUST GO IN THE APARTMENT FIVE FEET AWAY FROM THEM?!

I shut my phone and walked into my apartment and closed the door. It's time to burglar proof the shit out of this place… And to invest in a floor mounted safe…