As the car drives off and I'm on my way to the prison I sit there silently in the back seat. The cops don't try to engage with me at all but I could tell on their faces that they thought I was disgusting. I knew it because whenever the driver stared at me through the rear view mirror she would glare sending daggers towards me. What scarily enough was the it felt like the drive took hours upon hours to get to the destination so this suffocating tension had filled the car. I wanted to ask a question so badly but... it took me a hot minute to do so. I didn't know how to ask this question at all without feeling this sort of struggle whenever I try to speak.

Eventually I got the courage to ask as I took a deep breath. "So... why am I being suspected?" I asked. "Someone reported to have found a gun in your room. We took it and investigated it, we sound your finger prints and some blood on it. The blood matched the DNA of Claire." They answered. I immediately knew it was one of the cleaners. It wasn't the maids but it was one butler in particular. This butler always had it out for my when I was younger. I hated him so much... the way he would kiss up to my father and he never cared for conversation about my mother. The way he made me feel like I was an embarrassment when I would just walk.

I had very fond memories of this butler. I remember one time back when I was only 10, my mother had recently died and the butler walked into my room when I was asleep. He sat on top on me ensuring I didn't move and wrapped him arms around my throat. Attempting to suffocate me until I blacked out. I could hear his whisper's still when he leaned down to my ear and the heat of his breath brushed my face. " you're nothing but a nuisance, just like your mother. Getting in the way of what should've been mine." He whispered as his grip would time and I felt the blood drain from my face as I felt this harsh pressure around the base of my neck, closing up my air ways. I wanted to gag but I couldn't because he put so much pressure on me. When we heard footsteps coming round the corner he perked up and stopped, letting go as I shot up and barfed into the trash can beside me. I felt tears form from my eyes as he rubbed my back soothingly in attempts to cover up what he was trying to do to me instead and faked it as comforting me as I was sick.

He had this weird obsession with my father. I wonder as to how my father never noticed this obsession. It was odd and discomforting but nevertheless I couldn't complain. I did once before and my father got mad at me thinking I was accusing him as a homo. Even though I wasn't but anything remotely close to that topic aggravates my father beyond compare.

When arriving to the prison I was taken out of the cop car and out of my hand cuffs when inside fully. "You have one call. Use it wisely" they said as they gave me a quarter. I looked down at it before looking at the officer who now was walking away from me. I sighed and placed the quarter into the telephone as I dialed Max's number. Max was the only person I could think of in this situation. I couldn't tell my dad despite my initial thoughts. I thought if I told my father earlier then he would help me but now I think he would just murder me. Tank was right and I followed my gut to listen to Tank.

I let the phone ring for a couple of seconds before I got a response. "Hello?".... Max's voice offered such a comforting sound to my ears "Max" I sighed with a smile. "Princess? What's up? I just saw you like an hour ago" he chuckled "you miss me already?" He asked. "Um.... I'm actually in jail right now. I can seriously use you right now..... I need you Max" I said softly and noticed a stutter in my voice. Fuck... Max went silent before I heard rustling noises " I'm on my way right now" he said until the guard said "5 minutes is up. Come on" they said as I sighed " alright.... I'll see you later Max..." I said softly into the phone "you too Brad" before I hung up.

I was brought into a waiting cell. I sat on the bench of it silently as my leg bounced up and down. I felt like throwing up and wanting this to just all go away... the pressure was too much at this point and I felt like I was breaking at any moment now. I felt at my lowest... I've hit rock bottom all over again. At the moment of her death it was like pure bliss. A burden weighing off of my shoulders. I felt lighter and less trapped. The relief of giving into the destruction was phenomenal at that moment but the consequences created chaos that was to soon replace her. With that my body burns in shame and guilt not because of her but because of what I've become, I feel as though I am not me. I don't know who I am anymore, I am just an new generation of my father. I am neither original or unique. So why does my life matter in the sense of individuality when I can not be my own individual. I'm just a toy who should carry out the tasks, assignments and expectation my father had bestowed upon me yet I am such a broken and useless toy to the point I haven't been able to complete any of that but instead have brought shame to my father. Who was to be blamed here? My father for not knowing how to correctly raise me or was it me for not knowing how to correctly be.

These thoughts clouded my head as I stared ominously into whatever sort of void I wanted to hide it. That I had know clue that Max had been standing in front of my cell. "Princess?" He called as I flinched breaking out of this awful daze. I looked up with a gasp. When locking eyes with Max I stood up and ran to the bars "Max..." I smiled softly. He cupped my cheeks gently as we kissed from opposite sides of these bars. When we broke the kiss he never let go of my face. He looked me in the eyes and asked "how long have you been in here?" He asked as I shook my head "I have no clue. I think it's when I called you. How long did it take for you to get here?" I asked. "An hour...." He said softly. "Then an hour" I chuckled gently as he smiled. He let go of my fave and held my hands gently as I looked down. ".... Max I don't know what to do..." I said softly. "...I can't let you leave me again Bradley. I won't allow it" he said with desperation as I looked at him. I smiled softly as tears welled up in my eyes "someone's desperate" I teased chuckling as he smiled " shut the fuck up. You're so annoying" he smiled.

"Well what do you think we should do then?" I asked him as he went quiet and had this face... he had a thought that he wasn't sharing with me. I looked concerned and asked "what is it?" Gently.., what he said next made me immediately freeze up " I'm going to find your father and tell him......." He said softly as I went wide eyed in shock. I shouted at him " WHAT?!" As he flinched "Brad listen to me. This is the only shot we've got. You're clearly guilty no matter how much you lie to them you can't cover up what you've done!" He replied as I felt my heart pick up speed again " Max no! Please! Please don't do this!" I squeezed his hands tightly as I couldn't stop my panic quickly picking up speed " Bradley I have to! You said he's paid his way out of felony's! He can help!!" Max replied as he struggled to tear his hands away from me but I kept a tight grip on him " BRADLEY LET GO!" He shouted "MAX STOP! PLEASE DONT DO THIS! I'LL SERVE MY TIME IN PRISON PLEASE DON'T TELL HIM!" I shouted even louder and more desperately as tears brewed and fell down my face rapidly I felt like the prison was spinning at this point. " MAX PLEASE PLEASE!" I shouted as he ripped his hands from me. I gripped the bars of the cell as I watched him look at me one last time with a look of pain before walking away. " MAX DON'T DO THIS!" I shouted as he walked out.

I felt my breath hitch before I had begun to sob. When a sob turns so violent you feel yourself not being able to breathe anymore... your knees get weak as you begin to plummet onto the ground. I fell onto my knees and covered my face sobbing violently. What was my father going to do? He isn't going to kill me, I knew it would be much worse than that and if he were going to kill me...,,

then I would rather die by my own hands....

More doodles! Bradley mid panic attack, I hope you like it and this chapter as well!))