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Those damn police won't get off my fucking back. Even after living in my house with that little bitch for years, I had forgotten we had neighbors. Neighbors that were fucking nosy and decided to call the police the moment that little asshole got out of the house. I didn't mean to crack the wall when I threw him at it. Or make such a big mess in the bathroom when I tried to get rid of him. But apparently that was enough for those asses to arrest me.

Thankfully with that little bitch gone, they couldn't prove anything. It still did take awhile for them to let me go. They bombarded me with stupid questions and pressed me as if I had done something wrong. I barely touched that son of a bitch. I didn't deserve all of this.

They finally let me out of that hellhole. I went to the store, buying my drinks before going back to my house. I set my pack down on my table, looking around the kitchen. It was a mess from when I had dinner the other night. I needed Nico to come back. Or at least get myself another bitch. I took one of the beer cans and retreated into the living room. I collapsed onto my couch with a sigh, opening the can and picking up the remote.

"After disappearing from his home, now seventeen year old Nico di Angelo has been found alive and well."

The first channel to appear when I turned on my TV was the news. That little bitch's face showed up. He was walking out of a police station with a giant animal walking next to him and another guy pulling him away from whoever was taking the picture.

"Aw, fuck.." I cursed, gripping my can as the reporter continued.

"Police are currently looking for Nathaniel John, who has been accused of abuse of a minor and attempted murder."

"No fucking way," I shut the TV off in a huff. I was going to get arrested? For what?! 'Abuse of a minor?' What the fuck does that even mean?! I didn't abuse shit! I was just keeping that little fucker in line!

Adrenaline began to rush through my veins and I stood up. No way in hell I was letting that little fuck take me down! Anger burned underneath my skin as I flexed my fingers in an attempt to keep them from curling fully into a fist. I had to get out of here.

I grabbed my jacket, pulling it on as I through my door open. No way I was going to prison. No fucking way. I raced down to my car, flinging the door open and slipping inside. Luckily I had left my keys in the pocket of my jacket. I pulled them out, fumbling with them for a bit before finding the right one. I quickly sped away from my house, gripping the steering wheel in fury.

I remembered something. Where the fuck am I gonna go? I could barely afford living in that house! And with the police up my ass, I couldn't risk going to some hotel. What the fuck am I gonna go?! Then a thought hit me.

~Memory~

It was years ago. The night I met Nico. I was fifteen years old. There was an abandoned apartment building I had decided to sneak into that day. Then I heard someone being robbed. There were screams, in another language might I add, then two gunshots. I threw the window of the room I was in open, yelling down at the guys and threatening to call the police and they surprisingly left.

I ran down to see I hadn't acted fast enough and there were two bodies laying dead on the sidewalk with a little boy standing among them. I didn't know what to do at first. I pulled out my phone and texted my older brother. He hated his first name, so we call him "John" or our surname.

~Memory Ends~

I pulled my phone out. I hesitated for a second, going into my photo gallery. I looked through it. The last picture I had taken was four years ago. Nico had been living with us for a year. I had taken this picture. We had gone to get milkshakes. I had one arm thrown around Nico's shoulders and used the other to take the picture.

Nico was glancing up at the camera from under his eyelashes. He was drinking from a cookies and cream milkshake, not able to pull any expression for the picture in time. I was grinning, holding Nico close.

I growled at the picture, my gaze locked on Nico. I knew it. I knew that little asshole would snitch on me. Little fucker. I clicked off the app and went into my contacts.

"Hey John? Remember that kid from those years ago? Well....

he caused me a little problem."