RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I sigh as I lift my head and look down at my phone vibrating on the bed next to me. I go to grab it, throwing the remote down to my feet as I look over the screen.

"Fucking Josef," I say to myself before I open up his text.

I scowl as soon as I read it. I let out a heavy sigh as I press call as fast as I can.

Bastard ruins my relationship and my family and he has the cheek to text me asking if I want some sex? That's just low, stupid and unfair on me.

I wait for him to pick up, my anger growing with every ring but as soon as I hear the rings cut off and his voice on the other end, I explode, "HOW DARE YOU YOU LITTLE BITCH? FUCK YOU!"

"Hi to you too, sweetcheeks." I say, smiling down the phone, "You know that's not a very nice way to greet someone."

I lean back in the taxi, glaring at the driver in the mirror who's obviously trying to listen in on my conversation.

"I just thought you might have wanted some company. I didn't do anything untoward."

"No, of course you didn't. You didn't ruin my relationship with the best man I have missed for the past two weeks so much, you didn't ruin my life so I can't go and see my kids in fear that they hate me. You didn't fucking BLACKMAIL ME!"

I stand up from the bed and pace the room.

"You are the reason I am in a run down fucking motel, living off my small business wage, ranting cheap fucking Spanish pornos because I'm fucking lonely."

I probably sound desperate, but I am pissed the fuck off with him., and myself.

"So just, fuck off."

"Oh, your kids don't hate you, Zack. I was talking to Courtney earlier, she actually really misses you." I say, smirking to myself, "Nice girl you've got there, very responsive. But she probably got that from daddy, right?"

I half expect his hand to reach through the phone and strangle me right now. I'm treading on dangerous ground and I know it.

"You know if you're that lonely, I could always visit you, give you a nice warm hole instead of a fist."

I stare out the window of the motel I'm in, almost staring holes of death into the dinner opposite me.

"What have you done to my little girl?" I ask in the most sinister voice that I didn't even know I could muster.

I have forgotten all about how he has ruined my life now, I just care anymore what he has done to me. He's seeing my daughter, my sweet underage daughter...

I will kill him.

"Oh relax, Zacky. I've not done anything."

Well anything worth writing home about anyway. I lean back further in the cab, lifting my legs up against the chair in front of me.

"I mean, she wanted it but I refused. I knew you'd never approve of it." I say, trying to sound as innocent as possible, "Girl can't hold her booze though. I'd have thought she'd have been better at that."

"You gave my baby alcohol?!" I scream at him, completely and utterly ready to kill him now.

"I can't believe that you would do that. I knew that you were twisted, but giving alcohol to an underage drink, and getting... wanting to sleep with her. That's fucking low."

I take a deep breath. I know he's doing this just to get to me. He's obviously charming my baby just so he can get to me. The bastard.

I need to call Matt.

"Come on Zee, a kid her age, it's weird for her not to be drinking. Or having sex."

I notice the cabby looking at me like I'm some kind of sicko. A quick glare at him soon sorts him out. I'm not a pedophile. She just happens to be officially too young.

"At least she's with someone trustworthy, you know I wouldn't hurt her. That would completely fuck you up and I don't want that."

"Oh, so you are doing this to help me? Yeah right you little fuck," I tell him down the phone as I grab my jacket from over the TV, shutting off the TV as I go and grabbing my keys.

"Look, down call me, and don't text me anymore, OK?"

I don't tell him that he's fired, even though I have already filled out all the paper work as I know he would use that against me. I hung up on him without even saying goodbye to him.

I sigh and dial the home number that I know off by heart. I take a deep breath as I listen to the rings, and as soon as it hits five rings, I know it's going to go to answer machine.

"Matt? It's me... Zacky..."

I will not pick up the phone.

I will not pick up the phone.

I will not pick up the phone.

I stare across at the answer machine like it's going to try and eat me. Just hearing his voice has sent my stomach crazy, there's a smile on my face which shouldn't be there. I can't answer it, I can't.

I just sit staring at it, TV paused, waiting for him to say something which I can justify myself answering him.

I sigh, "Matt, are you there? It's pretty big bab...y..."

I bite into my lip as I stop in the middle of the parking lot, looking for my car as I find the words in my head.

"It's about Courtney Matt, she's... is she there with you..."

I can't get anything straight in my head now, I thought it he would have picked up by now, but obviously not.

I open my car door and climb in, not sure where I am going to go. But I need to get there, fast.

"Matt, please pick up."

My baby? My little girl? Surely he wouldn't joke about something quite as serious as this. I feel myself reaching across to the phone without even thinking about it, picking it up quickly.

"What's wrong with Courtney?" I ask, straight to the point.

I want to tell him I miss him, I need him, I want him back in my arms, I'm a wreckwithout him but I still don't know if I've forgiven him. I need to find out what's wrong with my daughter first before I even think about my own feelings towards him.

I sigh a huge sigh of relief as I put the key into the ignition and start to reverse out of the parking space.

"Oooh thank God Matt, you're home. Matt. Josef just called me, bragging about how he, tried to seduce her. I don't know where she is, but I'm going to look for her."

I keep driving and talking to Matt as I drive down the busy highway towards Josef's apartment. This is so dangerous, but I just don't care. My baby is in trouble, and I need to find her.

"What do you mean, Josef called? Courtney's supposed to be at her friends tonight..."

Stupid, stupid old man. Courtney never planned to go and see her friend, she'd packed way too light and was wearing way too little. How didn't I see this before? I can't believe myself.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Zacky, what if he's hurt our little girl?" I'm scrabbling around as fast as I can to find shoes, fuck to find pants, and get out of the house, "Where does he live? I'll meet you there."

At a friends? Awww man, now she's lying to Matt when I'm not there. This is worse than I thought.

"He, aww fuck, I don't know. It's just that huge block of apartments near the city bank we got our mortgage with," I say to him as I can't remember the address as I am trying to hard to remember too many things.

I speed up a little as I get into the city so I can miss the rush of people going out for the evening.

"And don't worry, he won't hurt her. He has got a job to think about, well, he did."

I pull on the only pair of shoes I can find, something I'll apologize to Chris for tomorrow, and grab a jacket.

"I've got my cell on me, just... call me if you find her or... if you don't find me or... oh God, how the fuck could I let this happen?" I whine, annoyed at myself, "Be careful, Zacky. I love..."

I cringe as I hear the words nearly come out of my mouth. I shake my head, "I'll just see you there."

I hang up the phone and toss it to the side.

"Goddamnit." I scream as I storm out of the door.

"I love you too Matt," I say to the dial tone before hanging up my phone and throwing it into my passenger's seat.

"Man, I can't believe you Courtney, I really can't believe you. Falling for him, you're just as stupid as your fucking Dad," I say to myself as I grip onto the steering wheel, muttering to myself as I just drive through the city.

Although it seems short to drive to the local bank normally, and that's at normal speed. But now I am at the fastest speed I can go, overtaking everyone I can, and it feels so slow to get to my little girl.

"Daddy's coming to get you."

I'm amazed I can actually drive a car right now, I'm flying pretty much on autopilot. My heart is racing, I can barely see straight. I just hope I don't run into anything. Except maybe Josef. I need to save Courtney, I need to get her away from that sick, homewrecking son of a bitch.

Then of course there's also the fact I'm seeing Zacky for the first time in two weeks playing on my mind. I am a sick person, my little girls in danger and I can't stop thinking about how I'm going to be seeing my estranged lover again.

"FUCK!" I yell, slamming my hands against the wheel.

I let out a shaky breath, my rage growing as the car in front of me at the traffic lights stalls. Typical that when I am trying to find my baby girl, I get stuck behind a student driver!

"Come on, COME ON!" I yell into the steering wheel as I have so much stuff playing on my mind.

I'm going to be seeing Matt for the first time in two weeks, he's going to see how terrible I look after not shaving for a week, or for not having a shower for a couple of days. But I lost care for my appearance when a week away from Matt passed.

I can finally stop worrying about everything as soon as the student driver pulls away from the lights and I follow close behind so I don't get caught behind a red light again.

"Thank God," I think to myself as I pull down one of the side roads down to the town centre as fast as I can.

I'm pretty sure I'm going over the limit here but I don't care. Jacoby can sort this out for me, he wouldn't dare let me get arrested in this kind of situation. I can hear my tyres screeching as I turn into the street Zacky was talking about. I both hope this is and isn't the right place at once. It's rough, it's dangerous, it has a fucking hobo on the street.

It's disgusting to think that somewhere as rundown and horrific as this is so close to our home, so close to the nice cul de sac we live on.

I pull up to a stop in the middle of the place, not sure where abouts I need to be. I just sit n the car for a long moment, trying to calm myself down.

I pull around the corner into the parking lot for the apartment blocks, I look up from my windscreen as I pull the keys out of the ignition. I look for Josef's window, knowing that it faces onto the parking lot, knowing that the bedroom facing onto the parking lot. And the light is on.

"Shit," I say to myself in anger as I open the car door and start to walk around to the fire exit, it's closer to me than the front door.

I don't wait for Matt at all, I just look around the ground floor to see if I can see Matt outside or his car. I can't see it there so I start to make my way up the long stairs.

I climb out of the car, grabbing my phone from my pocket, flipping it open and hitting speed dial one. Zacky. Obviously.

I bring the phone to my ear as I look round the place, hoping he can help me out with where I need to be now, where the ass needs fucking kicking because I am in just the right frame of mind to do it right now.

I cringe as I hear some woman from inside the room I am standing next to yelling at her "daddy" to "fuck her harder" and for some reason I just wish to God that I don't sound like that in bed.

I jump in shock as I feel my phone in my pocket vibrate. I dig into my pocket as fast as I can, thinking it might be Courtney or even Josef telling me this is all a joke. But when I see it's Matt, I pick it up with a slightly disappointed tone.

"Hey. I'm making my way up to Josef's room, where are you?"

"I have no fucking clue. There's a hobo yelling at me over the road and... some kind of rundown Indian place." I say, looking around in hope that I'll at least see something I remotely recognize but nothing.

"I don't even know if I'm at the right place, Zee." I say, "But you are, right? You'll be able to make sure she's alright, right?"

"Indian place?" I question, and I remember that me and Josef got takeaway from an Indian place from across the street about a month ago, I remember because I was ill for most of the week afterwards.

"If the Indian place is Allah's palace, you've just got to turn around and it's like, right opposite, it's the block that looks purple-ish..."

I am about to tell him more when I see Josef's apartment, and the doors open on the latch.

"Fuck..." I say as I push the door open, and I almost forget that I'm on the phone to Matt.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?!" I ask as I prepare myself for someone to jump out at me with a knife or something.

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