i'm damned if I do, Damned if I don't(open)

[nate]

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"Lyric James buchanon don't you talk like that"
"what the hell does it matter anyway Allie? They think I did it! All signs point to me. you'd think they'd better their system by now!"
"Lyric, your their main subject, you were the last one to see her, plus you lied to the police, you know what you did!"
"Fuck this!"

The phone in the boys hand was closed and tossed about halfway across the parking lot. For all he cared, someone could run it over, could run him over too if they liked. This whole thing was stupid and he couldn't understand why no one believe him. Sure, When Amy went missing, he hadn't seemed as surprised as he should've been. He hadn't reacted like society wanted him to when the detectives barged into his house and asked him question. They came to him, maybe because he was the only one with a criminal record in his town.

" So You babysat Amy Barnette while her parents were out?"
"yes"
"when was the last time you saw her?"
"When I put her to bed"
"What time was that?"
"Around eight thirty"

It had started just last year, before all the drug charges and what not were piled on him. the only thing he had was a theft charge, something he didn't even do. It was proably the Police's fault that he got worse. They were always accusing him, and his mother and step-dad were on their side. This was different. He hadn't done anything wrong.... not that he could remember. Mrs. Barnette had called him and asked him to babysit her daughter, Amy. If he had known that he would be accused of something, he wouldn't have gone.

"Lyric, I need you to focus on me....okay... Did you leave the house at all before Mr.and Mrs. Barnette got home?"
"No"
"What time did you leave?"
"Ten"
"and what time did you get home?"
"Seven minutes before midnight... I looked at the clock in the foyer"
"Where did you go between ten and twelve?"
" To the town square, the park, then I walked home"

Looking around the room then, it seemed as if no one believed him, everyone gave accusing stares. however, with a nod to one another, The detectives stood and gave their thanks to Lyric for answering the questions. Lyric had thought that everything was dropped, all the charges, all the questions. No one would bother him about the little girl who was missing. Wrong. It turns out that they found more evidence, Amy's pajama's, in the park where he said they had been. Now, the whole state of california was looking for him. Bent on the fact that he had murdered and eight year old girl. The court was being transferred to Watson, and pretty soon, he would be resented here too.

With a huff, He stepped around the cars and over to where his phone lay in two peices. With a quiet curse, he picked it up and sat on the concrete wall, determining now what he should do. He had a choice, Spare Watson the trouble of him being around, or stick around to be thrown in prison for the rest of his life.[/size][/ul]

[jay]

this world is cold now
your heart is cold now
like a knife cutting all till the bone

your room in darkness
your tears are sparkles
and this cell make u feel all alone


Limping heavily, with the aid of a crutch, Jay walked into the car park, his face sour. He’d only been back in Miami after a short truancy in LA for a few hours and he was already fed up and irritated. His gaze tore away from the ground when he heard a familiar voice, and he spotted Lyric on the phone. Slowing down, he listened carefully. The conversation was confusing, but it sounded like he was arguing with someone about the government. He looked puzzled, and walked closer, flinching when the aggressive teen flung his phone across the car park. He watched him go and retrieve it before he dared to move in.
“Hey, Lyric. You’re certainly the best person I could have met coming back…What’s up?” he silently thanked what ever ethereal being looked over him that he didn’t meet Holly or Liam…or Reagan…first. That would have tipped him over the edge.


bad times killed all you believed in
and none seems to care
like dancing smoke all your dreams disappear
over and over again

[SFNKJRBKD short Dx]

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[nate]

[/b] He asked, recognizing the boy's voice, however he was attempting to ignore the second part of his words, the question that would probably piss him off even more if he were to attempt to explain anything.[/size][/ul]

[jay]

Shrugging in reply to Lyric’s question, he tapped his leg with the crutch. It made a knocking noise, where it knocked against the cast under his baggy jeans.
“Still broken,” he grumbled. Hobbling over, he sat down next to Lyric and laid the crutch on the floor. Staring forlornly at the parking space where his bike used to be. Only a week ago he’d tried to kill himself with it, but he’d miss judged his faked fall, and crushed his leg under the vehicle before he could kick it away where it smashed into a wall. He’s beloved black motorcycle was now scrap metal. Rubbing his face with his hand, he glared at the black smears on his palm. He’d smudged his eyeliner and now he probably looked like a faggot my-space emo who didn’t know how to put on eye makeup.
“And I’m in a better mood than I’d hoped to be,” he shrugged, not sounding like he meant it, “As long as Holly doesn’t show up today, I might get through without hitting someone.” This was greeted with a disgusted, short laugh. Jay always seemed to hit someone, no matter how small or pointless his irk with them was, he still hit them. Cracking his knuckles, he contemplated this, totally forgetting his curiosity towards Lyric and what he’d been talking about on the phone.

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[lyric]

[/b] He said distantly, staring at the occasional car that pulled thorugh the lot, and the few that simply went past it. Normally he could have been picking on Jay, Messing around, But today, his mind was elsewhere.

"Lyric, the police came by while you were out... They had a search warrent. Here's a list of the things they took as evidence."
Glancing down at the paper, Lyric read through it with little interest until he came apon the last word on the list.
"They took my computer?"
"You got something to hide?" His father asked warily
"What's with all the questions? Go ahead.. you know your just dying to ask that question"
"what question?"
"Here let me ask it for you." Taking on a mockingly masculine cvoice, Lyric spoke "Lyric, Did you kidnapp Amy?"
"stop it"
"how bout this one.... LYric, did you fuck her?"
"Lyric, shut up and go to your room!"
His fists clenched, crumbling the list within his hands"one more, dad" He urged "Lyric, my boy, did you kill Amy?"
"Damnit I said shut up"
"you've thought it was me from the beginging dad!"

Shaking his head, Lyric looked down at the pavement. Everyting was catching up to him. They were giving new evidence and he was getting nervous, fidgety. They had found four cigarrette butts beneath Amy's window, and her pajama's at the water tower. He huffed, not really wanting to be thrown into the mixup once more. It had been one of the reason's that he finally moved.[/size][/ul]