Set the Closet on Fire

[The Dark Knight]

...is the title of a new story I am starting!

If you remember my last story thread, which I never finished *sighs*, I'll make the things short and tell you guys what happened later on. Remember Jason and Steve Mars? Their father was killed, and they were trying to find out who it was. In the end they discovered it was General Henry Lee. After a confrontation on a rooftop, Lee was shot by Jason and he died. Remember the Shivers family? All of them died, too. Remember John and Melinda Gress? Melinda died, but John lived. In fact, John is said to make a guest appearance in this story right here.

So then, you know I use the Sims 2 photos and stuff for my stories. But for here, I will only use the Sims 2 photos in the character introductions, so you can see what they look like.

Here are the characters:




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Dave Vincent; age 42; Caucasian; Police Officer


Dave is the main character of the story. He is gay and his life partner was killed by a crimelord called Buck Carelli. The fate of his parents is not known, but he has a sister called Annie, and she has a daughter.




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Eric Brown; age 46; Caucasian; Police Chief


Eric Brown is the police chief, and a friend of Dave. Eric has a wife, but cheats on her with a younger woman. When not busy with work, Eric enjoys hanging out with his officers.




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"Big" Buck Carelli; age 55; Caucasian; Terrorist


Unlike the last story, in which the main character had to find out who the bad guy was, here it is known who the bad guy is from the start. His name is Big Buck Carelli. Professional wrestler turned crimelord/terrorist, Big Buck is the man who murdered Dave's life partner. Big Buck's main objective is to make Dave suffer, by killing everybody he loves, all of his friends, before brutally killing Dave himself. The whole police force is after this guy.




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Titi Lamiere; age 32; Multiracial; Fashion Designer/Clothing Store Owner


Well so far we got two cops and a crimelord. Those fit together, right? Why not spice things up by adding a fashion designer into the mix? French born Titi Lamiere is a friend of Dave and even has a crush on him. Upon hearing Dave's partner's death, Titi didn't seem to feel sorry at all. In fact all he seemed to think was "now I have a chance with this guy".




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Buzz Khoke; age 37; Caucasian; Police Officer


Buzz Khoke is quite a guy. Even his name sounds like a rip-off of Buzz Cola from the Simpsons. So what can I say about him? His hair looks horrible, his mustache is stereotypical, and he is the clumsiest cop in the story. That's all. Oh, and he occasionally works together with Dave.




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Jesse Cotter; age 35; Caucasian; Homophobic Neighbor of Dave


Jesse Cotter absolutely hates LGBT people. After finding out of Dave's partner's death, he even threw a party so loud that Dave knew what was going on. Whenever Jesse sees Dave, he insults him very badly. So guys, beware of Jesse in the story. He might say some offending things. Let's all think together and hope that Jesse will get what is coming to him! Which is death!




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Bob Samson; age 27; Caucasian; Mailman


Bob is the only featured mailman in the story. He has criminal records, as he is a pedophile. So whenever he drops off the mail at a family with kids, they lock the doors, close the windows, close the curtains, turn the lights and everything else off, and hope for the best. If Bob knocks on the door, they don't answer it. You might wonder what Bob is doing still having his job as a mailman. I got two words to answer that: Who knows?




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Sandra Martinez; age 24; Hispanic; I say she's a whore!


This is the woman Eric cheats on his wife with.




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Karen Ashley; age 31; Caucasian; Police Officer


Karen is another officer in the force, and she is a friend of Dave and Eric.




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Tim Kai; age 25; Asian; Bartender


Tim is the third of a few openly gay people in the story. He is a bartender at a gay club, and is a friend of Dave.



10 people down, a few more to go. I will post them in a Double Post (oh no!).

[The Dark Knight]

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Angel Kazeki; age 27; Asian; Actress


Angel is another friend of Tim and Dave, and she works as a part-time actress. She too, is gay.




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Slash Knight; age unknown; ethnicity unknown; Serial Killer


Slash Knight is a gothic serial killer. He has an unusual habit of drinking the blood of the people he kills. You never know when and where he can show up, and he can disappear from your sight without you ever knowing he was there.




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Jacob Stone; age 26; Caucasian; Police Officer


Jacob is another officer in the Force.




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Tuck Carter; age 30; African-American; Police Officer


Tuck is another officer.




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Annie Vincent; age 39; Caucasian; Waitress


Annie is the sister of Dave, and she is a waitress. She is shown with her daughter in the photo. And of course, Buck Carelli wants them dead, too...




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(from left to right) Klash Jackson, Dan Fields, Tiger Lee; ages 19, 16, 15; African-American, Multiracial, Multiracial; all Students/Gang Members


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(from left to right) R.J. Black, Suharto Akashevi, Rex Thomas; ages 31, 17, 15; African-American; Middle Eastern; Caucasian; Gang Leader, Students/Gang Members


Alrighty then. There is a Gang featured in the story called The Cold Flames. I don't know what to think about when seeing a 31-year-old man commiting crimes, doing drugs, and picking up girls with a bunch of teenagers. I mean, do their parents know about this? I guess not. R.J. is a bad, bad man. He might be nice, but he's bad.



Interesting. So those are not all the characters, but the ones you should keep note of. There will be minor characters as well in the story, but I felt that I didn't need to do an introduction for them.

Chapter # 1 will be up soon! That I promise.


I hope you guys like and look forward to "Set the Closet on Fire". (I don't even know where I got that name from)

[Underground_Network]

Wow, Johnny, that's super awesome, it looks like it took quite a bit of effort. I don't have the time to read all this now, but I'll be sure to read it later! :)

[The Dark Knight]

Well now, Chapter # 1 is beginning already!


Chapter # 1


Big Buck was running away. Ron and I had no choice but to chase after him. This man is a criminal, and Ron and I promised Chief Eric Brown that we would put an end to his ways, right here, right now.

"Go away! Trust me, ladies! If you keep chasing after me you will fucking regret it!" We heard Big Buck Carelli yell.

"We will get you, bastard! After what you did to those kids, there is no way I am letting you stay free!" I yelled in anger.

A few days ago Buck blew up a school bus because he thought that Joanne, the daughter of my sister, was in it. Unfortunately for him, it was the wrong one.

"Hey! At least your sister's bitch is still alive! Who cares about all those other kids! Most of them were retards either way!" Buck said as he gave a slight laugh.

"FUCK YOU!" Ron screamed.

"Do you know what it feels like to lose somebody, Dave?" the crimelord asked me.

"Get the fuck out here!" I angrily replied.

All of a sudden, three bullets came out faster than I would have ever known, and blood splurted out of Ron's chest.

"Well now you do. Enjoy your grieving!" Buck said.

And that was the only time during that chase that I saw Buck, standing up there, staring into my eyes. I could have just shot him and ended it all... but my partner was just killed...


I keep having nightmares about it. Like I just did this morning. Ron, my late partner, was murdered a few months ago. Obviously, I know who the killer is, and every single day I regret not killing him right there when I had the chance to. Some of you might wonder why I keep calling Ron my "partner". Well he wasn't only my partner in the police force, but we were also life partners. He meant the world to me.

I honestly don't know what to think. Was it my fault he died? We could have turned back. Then none of this would have happened.

I went to the washroom to brush my teeth and take a shower. Once I got out I heard my phone ring. Without any thinking I just answered it.

"Heeey Dave, Chief here!"

"Oh, hey Eric." I answered.

"How are you? Did you just wake up?" Chief asked.

"Yeah about half an hour ago." I replied.

Chief Eric Brown is a good guy. Married and cheating, but he isn't bad.

"Listen. You can come on over for breakfast at my place." Chief offered.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

I got dressed and started heading over to Chief's place.

"Hey! The fag has left the building!"

I tried ignoring Jesse Cotter, my homophobic neighbor.

"The fag is also deaf! Hey homo! Look over here!"

I kept walking.

"The Bible says homosexuality is a sin! You will be damned to hell! You oughta learn the teachings of God!" Jesse yelled.

"Shut up, Jesse. You are just making yourself look stupid." I suddenly replied.

"Turn, Dave! Get a girl! Get some chick if you don't wanna burn in hell! Please! I am asking you!" Jesse said with a laugh.

I just got in my car and drove off.


I arrived at Chief's house, and he was there with his wife. Poor woman doesn't know about Chief's affairs with a young Mexican. I wasn't gonna tell her though. I didn't want to be part of anything.

"Hello, Mr. Vincent!" She greeted as she came up to me.

"Hello, Claire! And hello, Eric." I replied.

"Come on in, Dave. My dear wife made us some pasta and coffee." Eric said.

So we went in and got ready for breakfast. I remember when Ron and I would come over and eat with these folks.

"Hey Dave. You're looking down. What's bothering you?" Chief asked.

"Had a nightmare. And my neighbor was bugging me again."

"You mean the gay-bashing Christian?"

"Yes."

"Hey, don't think about him." Claire said. "He's just taking what the Bible says in the wrong way, like many people do, unfortunately."

"Yeah." Chief agreed. "You know we are Christian as well, and not homophobic. No reason to be."

I then took a bite of my breakfast. "It's good."

"What is?" Chief asked.

"The food." I answered with a laugh.

"Thank you, dear." His wife said with a smile.

"So how's your sister?" Chief wondered.

"She's fine. Joanne is doing well in school, too." then all of a sudden I dropped my fork.

"What's wrong?" Chief asked.

I suddenly remembered Big Buck's bombing of that school bus a while back.

"Nothing. It slipped out of my hand..." I tried to say.

"Ok." Chief said as he raised his eyebrows.

So we talked for a bit more and once I was done, I said goodbye and left.

Up to this day I regret not killing Big Buck when I had the chance to. I know I keep saying that, but I worry for the safety of my family and the ones I love. That man is after me.

[Tatsuya]

nice !! awesome intros and i like angel kazeki !! :D

[japanman]

Slash Knight is awsome lol and the stoy kicks ass so hard that the storys foot will literaly come out the mouth lol

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 2


I was driving back home, but on the way I decided to stop off at the gay club to see how my friend Tim was doing.

I went inside, and there was quite a gathering going on. Ever since Ron died, I felt alone when coming in here.

"Hey Dave! Over here!" Tim Kai called out for me.

"Hey Tim!" I called back as I walked over to him. "What are you guys doing partying in the morning?"

"Some people can't make it at night. So they come when they are available to have a good time. For these people, it's in the morning." Tim said, smiling.

"I see." I said as I looked around. Then I looked back at Tim and pointed at him. "Keep out of trouble."

Then I saw a big shadow fall over me.

I turned around, and came face-to-face with a large black man, and he was staring at me right in the eyes. He looked serious and like he meant business. To be honest, I felt a bit nervous.

"Uh, is there a problem, sir?" I managed to ask.

"Yes there is a problem." he answered.

"What does that happen to be?" I replied.

"I have become lost in your eyes." the man said. "It is like a maze."

"Uh...thanks?" I didn't know what to say.

"You are so hot. I am in love." the black man said, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Why, thank y-" I started. But then the man grabbed me and held me tight.

"We should date." he said. "I hope you're single. And I hope you are not a straight guy in a gay club. Straight people are not welcome here."

"I am a police officer." I said.

"Are you gay?" the man said as he had his hands on my shoulders.

"Yes..." I answered.

"Good. Call me tonight." the man said as he gave me his phone number and left.

"Wow." Tim said with a smile.

I just had a man flirt with me and wanting to date me. Ever since Ron's death, I was worried about finding anyone else because I was afraid they might get killed, too. I told myself before that I will not move on until Big Buck Carelli is dealt with.

"Tim. Well, I am glad you are doing good. I'm gonna head home now." I said.

"Alright. Take care, Dave." Tim said as he hugged me.

"Say hi to Angel for me." I told him.

"Will do."


I drove back home and once I got out of my car, I heard yelling. I knew right away it was Jesse Cotter.

"You bitch should be ashamed of yourself!" I heard Jesse yell.

At first I thought Jesse was yelling at me, but then I heard a female voice.

"Jesse! Please don't hit me anymore!"

Then I heard a smack, a scream, and some stuff falling over.

The idiots were fighting in their backyard.

I went over to investigate.

"I will beat the life out of the baby!" Jesse yelled.

"You're the one who made me pregnant!" the woman said between sobs.

"Shut up!" Jesse said.

Then I saw Jesse hit the woman on the back of the head with a golf club.

I ran over to them and was ready to grab my gun out of my pocket.

"What is going on here?!" I asked loudly.

"None of your fucking business, fag!" Jesse yelled at me. "Go back and stick things up your ass!"

"In case you don't know I am a cop. And I will take action."

"Please help me!" the woman yelled.

Jesse then kicked her and shoved her onto the floor.

As Jesse began stomping away on her, I tackled him to the ground.

"Ew! Get off me, queer!" Jesse blurted out.

I didn't have any handcuffs with me, as I realised.

"Fuck!" I said. I got my cellphone and quickly called Eric Brown to give me backup.

I managed to keep Jesse away from the woman until a few officers came with a police car.

"You have the right to remain...uh, what is it again?" the officer named Buzz Khoke said.

"Shit! Buzz! Come over here!" I yelled at him.

"No! I want alcohol!"

Then two officers called Rick Hernandez and Jacob Stone came over to me and took Jesse. They then started questioning him and the woman.


In the end, Jesse was handcuffed and forced into the police car, and the woman was let free.

Eric Brown then came up to me. "Thanks Dave. The gay-basher will be spending a couple nights over at the station."

"What about the woman?" I asked.

"I recommend a restraining order." Eric said.

"We should help her." I said.

"Yes. We should. And we will." Eric agreed.

[iJack]

Jack Likes, Jack really Likes!!!!!

[Tatsuya]

a bit funny but im loving it lol

[tempest_oso06]

True so true that is funny

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 3


The Cold Flames were a gang consisting of five teens and their leader, 31-year-old R.J. Black. The police knew about these guys, and the kind of stuff they have done.

Right now they were hanging out at R.J.'s apartment, with R.J., Dan Fields, and Suharto Akashevi watching porn on the TV while Tiger Lee, Rex Thomas, and Klash Jackson were smoking in the back.

"Today was fun!" Klash exclaimed as he lit another cigarette. "That bitch at the liquor store thought she could mess with us! Nothing and nobody was gonna stop us from havin' that party with those whores later tonight!"

"Ya mon! Dis gonna be fun!" Tiger agreed.

"And Rex," Klash started, looking at Rex Thomas. "I know you're new and everything. But we're all trying to make the best for you. R.J. is a great guy. He's all about the chicks, money, and drugs."

"Money's definitely gonna be good." Rex said, nodding his head. "Definitely something we all need."

"Ya gonna fuck any pussy tonight?" Klash asked, raising his eyebrows and showing his teeth.

"I don't know." Rex answered.

"You should! We all are! I am, Tiger is, Dan, Suh, and even R.J., man!" Klash replied.

"I'll just hope I have fun." Rex said. "Hey, let's go play cards."

"No porn, man?" Klash asked, sounding a bit disappointed. "Ya know, man, the other dudes are watchin' pussy!...Shiiit, fine, man. Cards it is. Come on Tiger."

Tiger, Klash, and Rex sat down and started playing Cards. Klash called himself the Master, since he was the one who usually won.

"Those guys back there are playing cards." R.J. said to Dan and Suharto as they were watching porn. "That over pussy. Something wrong with them."

Dan and Suharto laughed.



Tuck Carter and Buzz Khoke were observing the block in their police car.

"Which house are they at again?" Buzz asked as he was at the wheel.

"The brown one with the black roof! For the last time!" Tuck yelled, shaking his head.

"Jesus, sorry." Buzz apologized. "...Should we go in there and arrest them?"

"No! Maybe just checking to see what's going on, but we aren't arresting anybody...unless we have to." Tuck answered.

"Something smells fishy." Buzz said as he sped up and ended up crashing into the side of the house.

Tuck then stared at Buzz. "What does? Your driving?"

"SHUT UP!!!" Buzz screamed.

The Cold Flames then left the house and went over to the car.

Buzz then grabbed his gun and shot at R.J. but missed.

"Fuck you!" R.J. yelled as he kicked the gun out of Buzz's hand.

"Ok! Calm down, guys." Tuck said as he stepped out of the vehicle. "We were just coming to check on how things are going. A liquor store was broken into and the lady there led us to you guys."

"Everything is fine, officer." Dan said. "Now fuck off!"

"I will not tolerate that language!" Tuck yelled. "You can talk like that to Buzz, but not to me!"

Tuck and the five teens then laughed.

"Hey, fuck you." Buzz said angrily.

Then there was a moment of silence. What Tuck had in mind was to take the kids back to their homes and arrest R.J. right there.

"Somebody give me head." Buzz then said, out of nowhere.

The Cold Flames burst into laughter.

"Alright! Enough! It is not my fault that my partner here is retarded." Tuck said. "I have thought about it just now, and I think it is time to break this party up."

"Whadya mean?" Tiger asked.

"You and the other kids are going back home to their parents! And you," Tuck yelled, pointing at R.J., "you are coming with us."

"No man! We're gettin' pussy tonight!" Klash disagreed. "Plus, my dad and mom are dead and rottin'!"

"Then you are coming with your leader, Buzz, and myself to the station." Tuck said.

"Hey, why did you put their leader before me?" Buzz whined.

Tuck sighed. "You guys are coming with Buzz, your leader, and me to the station... HAPPY, BUZZ?!" Tuck yelled, looking at Buzz.

"Very." Buzz answered.

In the end, backup arrived to deal with Tiger, Rex, Suharto, and Dan. Tuck and Buzz took R.J. and Klash back to the police station.

While driving back, Tuck called up the owner of the liquor store. "Ma'am, I am sorry about what happened, yet again. We will pay you for the stolen items."

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 4


I was at home, trying to sleep. It was 2 AM and I just couldn't sleep. Thoughts, mostly negative, were showering over me.

I ended up getting out of bed and going to the washroom, to wash my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked miserable and in need of a shave. Then I closed my eyes for a few seconds. When I opened them, I saw something which terrified me, right there in the mirror.

A hand was reaching towards me, trying to touch my face. I quickly looked beside me but nobody was there. I turned and looked in the other direction. Nothing.

I looked back at the mirror and I saw Ron. His face there, right beside mine. "Daaaaave..." he whispered.

I was frantically turning left and right, I was terribly afraid. "Daaaaave..." he repeated.

Then I ran out of the washroom and ended up running out the front door.

"Daaaaave..." the voice whispered again.

I looked up at the night sky and saw Ron's face, looking down on me.

"Jooooiiiin meeeee..." he whispered.

"Ron!" I yelled.

Then I saw Ron's face start crying.

Then before I knew it, it started raining. I ran back into the house but as I was running towards it it was getting further and further away.

Then I heard Buck Carelli's evil laugh.

I ended up getting back into my house and I saw a rotting corpse sitting on my sofa.

"Daaaave..." it said.

"Aaaaah!!" I screamed. I kept running, and I don't know where to.

I went back into my bedroom and saw bloody arms and legs hanging from the ceiling. They were moving around, waving frantically, looking as they were trying to grab onto eachother.

I ran to the living room and bumped into Chief Eric Brown.

"Chief! You have to help me! I think I am hallucinating!" I screamed at him.

"I love you Dave. Forever and ever and ever..." Chief said, in Ron's voice.

Then Chief's eyes bulged and fell out of their sockets. I couldn't move, and I couldn't look away. Chief then puts his hands into his mouth and tore his mouth wide apart. There was blood and gore everywhere. He then tore his tongue out and puked blood all over me.

This was making me think of that scene from the Poltergeist movie.

I was truly afraid. I just witnessed my own best friend tearing his own face apart.

I felt like I heard and saw enough. If this wasn't going to end, I was going to grab a kitchen knife and kill myself.

I saw Buck Carelli stepping out of my closet.

"Look Dave! I came out of the closet! Just like you did!" Buck said to me, laughing.

He then aimed his gun at me. "Welcome to Hell."

Then I was shot. And apparently, killed.


I then saw myself wake up on a skyscraper's roof.

I looked down, and I stumbled back. I was afraid of falling.

But what was I to be afraid of? I don't even know how I got here, and the last thing I remembered was being shot and killed by Buck.

Then Buck appeared behind me.

"Dave. Go ahead. Jump." he said.

"Buck! Where am I?! What did you do?!" I yelled at him, in fear and agony.

"On a fucking roof! You have nowhere to go but down! The deadly way!" He yelled.

I realised I had my gun with me.

I got it out and aimed it at Buck.

"Adios, motherfucker!" I cried as I shot him at least 5 times. He fell to the floor, laughing.

"Shoot me again! Do it!" Buck yelled at me. I felt the anger and frustration in his voice.

But I did. I shot him another 5 times.

"Keep it up!" Buck yelled, still sounding strong. "You will just be as bad and heartless as me!"

I ignored him and shot him again, and again, and again. In the end he finally fell on the floor, without saying anything else.

I then rolled his body over, and his corpse was still smiling. Then with a lot of frustration, I threw his dead body off the roof, and watched as it fell all the way down.

"You killed my partner! You killed my friend! And now you are fucking dead!" I screamed.

I then fell down on my knees, sobbing.

Then a crow came by and landed on my shoulder. It looked at me and I stared into its eyes.

"Dave!" the crow yelled. "Are you there?"

Then the crow pecked at my shoulder and it sounded like loud knocks on a door.

"I'm here, Crow." I said quietly.

"Open up!" the crow yelled as he continued pecking at my shoulder. "It's me, your mailman!"

Then my eyes grew wide, and I finally woke up, in my bed.


Yes. It was all a dream. Buck and Eric were still alive. And Ron was still dead. And that was something that would never change.

"Open up! This is an emergency!" someone yelled as they were knocking loudly on my front door.

I started crying, but I was able to stop myself. I put my robe on and went to greet the person at the door.

"Dave! Where were you?" Mailman Bob Samson said.

"Asleep! It's the middle of the fucking night! What the hell are you doing here?!!" I yelled at Bob. I sounded angry but I didn't want to. The dream was still haunting me.

"I need your help." Bob said, grabbing onto my shoulders.

"What?!" I yelled.

"Some little girl's dad is after me and I think he's trying to kill me!" Bob told me.

"Why?"

"Because I molested her! It's not my fault I am attracted to little children!" Bob said with worry.

"Good for you. Join the Michael Jackson club. Or maybe I'll arrest you some day, yet again." I said as I started closing the door.

"Dave! No!" Bob fought back as he stopped me from closing my door. "Please!"

I sighed, and closed my eyes. "Ok, Bob. Let me go get dressed."

"Oh Dave! You are the best!" Bob cheered. "Can I go jack off in your bathroom?"

"No!" I yelled as I went to my room.

"I'm gonna go jack off in the bushes then!" Bob yelled at me.


After I dressed up in my police uniform, got my gun, and grabbed my handcuffs, I went outside and Bob wasn't there.

"Bob?!" I yelled.

Bob then jumped out of the bushes and ran up to me. "Let's go." he said.

"Yes." I agreed. "Time to deal with this."


Bob then led me to the scene, while hiding behind my back, and a middle aged man with a baseball bat ran over to us and started hammering away on Bob.

"Stop!" I yelled as I shot in the air.

"This man made advances towards my daughter!" the man screamed at me.

"Calm down, sir. How old is she?" I asked.

"7!" he yelled.

"...My...God..." I whispered. "Uh, alright, sir. Is she doing fine?"

"No! That pedo in the mailman suit behind you tried to have sex with her! My daughter is in the house right now and nobody is going in there!"

"Sir." I said. "Calm down. We need to sort this out."

"The only way you can sort this out is by killing the fucking pedo!" the man yelled.

"Are there any injuries?!" I yelled.

"No! But a horrid memory lasting a life time, yes!" the man argued back. "She would hope she never sees another faggot like the mailman again!"

"Uh," Bob started. "Dave here is gay, so he doesn't like it when you say that."

"Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at Bob.

Then I looked back at the man.

"Sir, everything will be fine. I will deal with Bob, and your daughter and your family will be fine." I said.

"My daughter will never be fine again!" the man cried.

"She will, sir. Trust me. She will." I said, draining my words. "Any more concerns or anything, call 911."

I then grabbed Bob by the hair and took him with me.

"Fuck you, Bob! I hope you're happy!" I yelled angrily. "Don't you ever do this again!"

"Fine! I'll just download child porn then, or have sex with children by their own free will!" Bob said, with confidence.

"You aren't doing shit! I am going to call for backup and you are gonna be taken away!"

"I don't want to go to jail!"

I looked at him. "There will be a trial. If all goes well, you are free to go. If not, you will be in jail for many years to come."


So it all ended with backup coming, taking Bob away, and me going back home.

Just another day, or night, in the life of a police officer.

[iJack]

More, NEED MORE OF THE STORY< OMG ITS SOO ADDICTING!

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 5


Later on that day, I decided to go buy some new clothes. I really needed some, since most of the clothes I had back home had holes in them. I haven't bought clothes in a long time.

Titi Lamiere, the store owner, saw me walk in.

"Hi Titi." I said with a small wave.

"Hello, Dave!" Titi said in his high, friendly voice. "You so look like you could use some fashion. Come with me, I know just the type for you."

"Uh, excuse me, ma'am, but I didn't pay for the shoes yet!" some woman at the counter called.

"'Ma'am.'" I repeated, laughing.

Titi then looked back at her, and called for another clerk. "Uh, Jimmy? Can you help the lady there please? Thank you."

"What do you think of that, Titi? She thinks you're a woman." I said, laughing.

"Everyone does. I get used to it." Titi replied.

"Oh, man. You should stop wearing eyeshadow, Titi." I said, patting him on the back.

So like that, we walked over to the clothes Titi wanted to show me.

"Here we go, darling!" Titi cheerfully announced as he showed me a rainbow-colored T-shirt. "I love that one."

"Ha, no thanks." I said, smiling.

Titi was a great guy. I could tell he liked me, a lot. I don't see why some people say he looks like a woman. I mean, he has short orange hair, glasses, and wears some stylish clothing, but I just don't see it.

"What's wrong with it?" Titi asked.

"I'd rather wear something less flamboyant." I replied.

"Why, Dave? It would look good on you!" Titi said. "Are you still not out to some of your friends?"

I laughed. "I am. It's just that it's not my style."

Titi then showed me some pink shorts.

"Who's gonna look sexy in these?" Titi asked, smirking.

"Titi, how about that sweater over there? What size is it?" I said.

"This green one? It's XL." Titi replied. "Is that you?"

"Pretty much. I'll take that. I also need some pants."

Titi helped me choose out the pants I wanted to buy. I was thinking of getting a nice pair of jeans at first, but in the end I ended up getting track pants.

In the end I paid for my new clothes, and was ready to leave.

"Hey Dave, do you want to come eat with me and my mother tonight? We're having Chinese." Titi suggested.

Titi was multiracial, as his mother was Chinese, and his father was a French white man.

"I'll see, Titi. I'll give you a call." I replied.

"Alright, sweetie pie." Titi said to me with a smile. "I hope I'll hear the phone ring and hear your sweet voice on the other end."

I smiled at him. "You're so cute, Titi."

I went outside and almost bumped into a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

"Dave Vincent? I need you to come with me." he said.

I just stood there, all of a sudden feeling scared.

"Are you fucking deaf?! I said come with me! Don't make this harder than it already is!" he yelled.

I still didn't move. I wanted to run away in the other direction. Even though I'm a cop, I do get very frightened at times.

"Come on or I'll fucking kill you!" the man threatened.

"Where are we going?" I asked, with my voice trembling.

"You'll see!" the man yelled as he hit me over the head with something, and then grabbed me and pulled me with him.

I was hoping someone could help me, but they were all backing off.

Then I realised something.

I could see the man's eyes through his sunglasses. I knew this man.

He was one of Buck Carelli's henchmen. A hitman. He was here, and he was here after me.

I then regained my energy and twisted his arm behind his back. The man then pushed me back to the ground and aimed his gun at me. Titi Lamiere then ran up to the man and stabbed something into his back.

The man screamed in pain, and he fell to the floor. Titi then grabbed the gun and gave it to me.

I didn't give any mercy. I didn't give the hitman any chances. I felt cold and evil at that moment. I shot the man, over, and over, and over.

He died.

Titi then helped me stand up.

"Oh my God, Dave! Are you ok?" he asked, in tears.

"Yes Titi. I'm fine." I managed to reply.

"I saw what was happening! So I grabbed a knife, ran out here, and tried to save you. Who was he?"

"You know Buck Carelli? The man I told you about before?" I asked Titi.

"No?"

"He's a crimelord. He was the one who killed Ron. Do you watch professional wrestling?"

"I did, yes." Titi replied, still crying.

"Carelli was a wrestler. His name was Big Buck. His career ended after he killed his tag team partner's brother."

"Oh my God..." Titi couldn't believe it. "I was a fan of him! I can't believe it! Big Buck! He killed Ron?"

"Yes." I said, lowering my head. "After he killed the brother, he killed many other people as well. He tried bombing a Church once, but I was able to stop him. Ever since then, he has been after me. A while back he blew up a school bus, thinking that my sister's daughter was on it. Luckily... she wasn't. He killed Ron in a chase. And now I am worried for all my friends and the ones I love. If this hitman knew I was here, then Buck would send hitmen to wherever I go. My family isn't safe, my friends aren't safe. Buck wants me dead. He wants everyone I love to die. I am afraid. Very afraid. I need to find him, and kill him."

Titi put his arms around me and put his head on my chest.

"Oh Dave. I wish I could help." he said. "I'd do anything for you."

Then right there, Titi kissed me. I haven't been kissed this way since Ron.

"Come back to the store. I want to do something for you." he said.

So Titi and I went back to his clothing store, and went into a back room.

He backed me up to the wall and kissed me again. Multiple times.

"I want to make love to you, Dave." he said.

After a minute of getting into it, I stopped. "Titi, no. I can't. Not now. I need to go."

I then quickly ran out of the store, and was able to get back home. Safely.

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 6


The night before was hard. The whole day was just terrible. First I wake up from a horrid nightmare, then I help pedophile Bob Samson deal with some girl's father, then I almost get killed by a hitman sent by Buck, and then Titi kisses me for the first time.

And I didn't sleep that much at all. I closed my eyes and whispered to myself.

"Here I am. In my bed... sleepless... tired... and angry. Outside I hear birds, the strong wind, smashing sounds..."

I suddenly realised that I did in fact hear smashing sounds. I got up, put on my robe, and stepped out the front door. What I saw next charged me completely.

Jesse Cotter has been smashing my car up with a golf club!

"Oh, I'm sorry, fag. Was this yours?" he asked, with a smirk.

I ran back in my door and immediately called Eric Brown for backup.

I then went back out and looked Jesse straight in the eye. "Jesse! Get the fuck down or I'll kill you!"

"Down where? So you can ass rape me?" he asked.

I've had enough. I went over to him and shoved his face down onto the ground, and tried to hold him down with his arms behind his back. Jesse kicked me and got back up. He reached for his golfclub and swung at me. I got hit, but then I punched him as hard as I could in the face, and he fell back and onto my already smashed up car. The backup then arrived and dealt with Jesse, once more.

"When the fuck did he get out of jail?" I asked.

Eric Brown then came over to me. "Dave, maybe you'd know if you pay more attention to your job. I am very disappointed in you."

"I'm sorry, Chief." I apologized. "There's a lot going on in my personal life right now!"

"Dave...calm down. I know." Eric said quietly. "But you need to control yourself."

"Well what the fuck did I do wrong here? Defend myself against some fucker who smashed my car up and swung at me with the goddamn golfclub?!"

Eric just looked at me.

"At least I didn't kill him..." I sighed.

"To answer your question, remember, Dave, he was only at the station for a couple days for abusing his supposed girlfriend."

"Is he going back now?" I asked, with angry eyes.

"Here's the deal. We will get him to pay for the damages, or a brand new car-" Eric began.

"No!" I interrupted. "No new car! Ron bought this for me!"

"Dave! Listen." Eric said. "He will either pay for the damages, or he will be locked up! OK?"

"Fine." I agreed, as tears came to my eyes. "He will pay. And I don't ever want to see him again. Tell him to go live somewhere else. Make a restraining order. Just make him get away and out of my life!"

"Dave, we cannot evict him from his home just like that! If you want him out of your life so much why don't you move!" Eric argued.

"I lived here with Ron since we were married up to his death!" I cried.

"Dave! Forget the fuck about Ron! He's dead! Move on! We will not get Jesse to move! If you want him away from you, then you move! Now enough!"

I kept silent.

Eric continued. "So now we will be taking him to the station, and he will have a talk with a lawyer tomorrow. If all goes well, he pays for your damages and you can drive your car wherever the fuck you want. If he doesn't pay for your damages, he will spend the next month in prison. But when he gets out, he will continue living in his home. Understood?"

"Understood." I said quietly.

"Now come on. Let's go eat." Eric said as he put his arms around my shoulders and we walked off.

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 7


The past few months have been really hard on me, but I was trying to keep a positive attitude on what was going on. It has been a few days since the incident with Jesse. I'm going to be worried about what he will do once he gets out of custody.

I was with Chief Eric Brown, drinking a coffee at the Starbucks on Willow Road, which was about a half an hour drive from my house.

"So Chief, why did you want to see me here again?" I asked.

Eric put his coffee down and looked at me in the eyes. "I want to see if you know of a murder which occured in the back alley right at Titi's clothing store."

My heart stopped. "What happened?" I asked, breathlessly.

"A man was found shot, and with a knife stabbed in his back." Eric said.

I just looked down, not saying anything.

"A gun was there at the scene. We could not identify whose it was, but the bullet in the man was from that specific gun." Eric continued.

Worried for Titi, I had to confess.

"Eric, let me tell you what happened. I know about this." I began.

"Go on, then." Eric demanded.

"I was with Titi in his store, and then this man appeared and told me to come with him. He took me into the back alley, and I realised who he was. It was a man working for Buck Carelli. I recognized him. I was afraid he was going to kill me so I twisted his arm behind his back, and the man pulled his gun. Titi must have heard all this and he came out and stabbed the man in the back..." I then stopped.

"I see." Eric said, suspicious. "How did he get shot then?"

I looked down but had to answer. "I took his gun, and finished him off. I was very disturbed and very angry at that moment. I am sorry, Eric. It will not happen again."

"Eric?! You will call me Chief!" Chief said angrily.

I wanted to say something, but Chief interrupted.

"Come with me!" he said as he led the way outside.


Once we were outside, behind the Starbucks, Chief looked at me and started questioning. "Dave, I want to know exactly your reasonings behind this."

"I already told you what happened." I said.

"Tell me why you fucking killed him! It was not the right way to handle it, Dave. Was he unarmed? I think so!" Eric argued.

I sighed. "Titi stabbed him in the back, as I said. Then some anger just built up in me. I took the man's gun, and finished him off."

Chief just shook his head. "Why didn't you handle it the right way? You could have called back-up, we would have come over, and we would have taken him in for questioning. Goddamn motherfucking hell, Dave. He could have given us some answers about Carelli, and who knows what could have happened! You know what Dave, I am very disappointed in you right now. I have no choice but to..."

My jaw dropped. He wasn't going to fire me right here, was he?

"...suspend you for a month, with no pay. Sorry, Vincent." he decided.

Vincent? He hasn't called me by my last name in a very long time.

Dave took my badge and my gun, and then said goodbye.

I then stood there, all alone, as it started raining down on me.






Guys sorry about how long it took. Chapters now will be up a lot sooner.

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 8


35-year-old Andy Gray was hanging out with his friend, Jordan Ehvan, in their hotel room.

Andy and Jordan were watching the hockey game, and they were both puffing on cigarettes.

"Yo bitch, I wonder when Bob's comin' out?" Jordan said as he turned to Andy.

"Dat muthafucka's a fuckin' joke." Andy replied, laughing.

Andy and Jordan were friends of Bob Samson, yet they didn't seem too worried about his arrest. That's probably because they weren't surprised and knew what kind of person Bob was like.

In the hockey game they were watching, the visiting team was able to get a goal, although they were one short because of a Powerplay the home team had.

"Muthafucka!" Jordan yelled as he stood up. "Dat was da most pathetic thing I've ever seen in my entire fuckin' life!"

"Ya, fuck dat shit!" Andy agreed.

"Fuck it I gotta go take a shit I've been keepin' in all fuckin' day!" Jordan announced as he walked off into the washroom.

Andy was then left alone, focusing on nothing but the game and the cigarette he had in his hand.

Then suddenly,

"Holy shit!" Andy heard Jordan yell from the washroom. "Oh my fuckin' Jesus!"

Andy shook his head and smiled. "What da fuck is goin' on in dere? Hard shit, huh?"

Jordan growled and screamed, and Andy just continued laughing.

"Shut the fuck up in dere!" Andy yelled, still laughing.

"NO! OH FUCKING CHRIST!" Jordan continued yelling.

"Wow, that must be some hard shit!" Andy called.

Noises were heard, and finally, a toilet flush.

"Wow! Mission accomplished, muthafucka!" Andy exclaimed.

Andy then continued watching the game and someone from the home team just got a penalty.

"Oh fuck it!" Andy yelled. "Hey Jordan! Get yo fuckin' ass back here! You missin' a good game!'

No answer.

"Don't ignore me, muthafucka!" Andy yelled.

Still nothing.

Andy then just rolled his eyes and took another puff on his cigarette. A few minutes later, Jordan still hasn't returned.

"Oh hell I'm gonna check on him..." Andy whispered to himself. He got up and walked in front of the washroom door.

"Come on Jordan, answer me or I'll open da fuckin' door!" Andy threatened.

After hearing no reply, Andy just shook his head and opened up the door.

What he saw next frightened the life out of him.

"Oh...my...muthafuckin'...God..." Andy dropped his cigarette and his jaw dropped more than it ever has before.

Jordan was there, but something was horribly wrong. His head was in the toilet, and he was not moving. His long brown hair was completely wet.

Trembling more than ever before in his life, Andy walked up slowly to Jordan. There was also blood, and a big scar on the back of Jordan's neck. Even a fool would have realised the horrible fact. Jordan Ehvan was dead. How though? How did this happen? How did the bloody mess occur?

Heart pounding in his head, Andy turned over Jordan's body. On his forehead were two bloody scars in the shapes of the letters S and K.

Andy then looked up. Horrified so much by Jordan's death, he didn't even notice that the word "HELL" was smeared on the wall in Jordan's blood.

"Fuck it! Jordan is not in Hell!" Andy objected. He then turned around.

The last thing Andy Gray ever noticed was a man in a black trenchcoat, holding a gun aimed right at his head.

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 9


Eric Brown was on the case after two men have been found in their hotel room, both murdered in the most bizzare fashion.

A rookie officer pointed out "HELL" on the wall. "Is that...blood?"

"By the looks of it, yes." Eric replied. "And look at this!"

Eric kneeled down and compared the two corpses.

"They both have the letters S and K carved into their foreheads." he said.

Buzz Khoke, another officer on the case, clapped his hands together. "Sally Kern (http://www.virtualteen.org/forums/showthread.php?t=21188), that dumb bitch. She's behind all this!"

"Uh, no I don't think so." Eric said to Buzz.

"Well it is clear they got murdered. The one with the shorter hair was shot, yet the one with the long hair...well, I don't know the case with him." Tuck Carter stated.

"Judging by these marks here and on his body, his head must have been forced into the toilet. Therefore, he drowned." Eric said.

"Notice that this man has a deep scar in the back of his neck while the other one doesn't." Karen Ashley pointed out.

"Well as I said, he was forced into the toilet. He must have put up a struggle." Eric assumed. "It's all explainable."

Eric and Buzz then spotted something on the floor.

"What the fuck is that?" Buzz wondered.

Eric went over and examined it. "Hmm, it looks like a piece of rubber," he thought to himself, "and if I am not mistaken, this came from the sole of a shoe."

"I say we take it into the station and examine it." Tuck Carter suggested.

"I agree." Eric said, then turned his head and smiled. "But I have another thing I want to deal with."

Eric walked over and saw some photos on a counter right beside the washroom. In one photo he saw the two murdered men, and Bob Samson, raising alcohol bottles and smiling drunk.

"I will have a talk with our little mailman friend." Eric said confidently.




Back at the police station, two guards lead Bob Samson into the meeting room where Eric Brown was waiting.

"What happened? Am I in more trouble now? You're not gonna put me to death, are you?" Bob asked.

"No. But I have some news to break to you." Eric said.

"What?"

"I am sorry to say that your two 'friends' have been found killed in their hotel room." Eric broke the news.

"Oh my God what did they look like?" Bob asked, nervously.

"Long brown hair, brown eyes, and the other, short lighter hair, goatee, and some shiny green eyes." Eric said, not blinking.

"Oh God! Not Andy and Jordan!" Bob broke down crying.

"Calm down. Yes, they are dead. And I need your help in finding out who killed them."

"How can I help?"

"It was the most bizzare. On the bathroom wall was the word "Hell" spelled out, in what I suppose was blood. And they both had the letters S and K scarred onto their foreheads." Eric explained. "I was wondering if you had any idea who this was and why this happened."

"I already told you!" Buzz's voice was heard. "It was that fucking whore Sally Kern (http://www.virtualteen.org/forums/showthread.php?t=21188)! Her initials! Obvious!"

"Buzz, shut the fuck up and go stick a donut up your ass." Eric said, annoyed.

"Sure and then I'll give it to you to enjoy." Buzz spat back as he walked away.

Eric apologized for the interruption. Eric was having too many things to deal with at once. Buck Carelli, the Cold Flames, Dave's suspension, and now this. He was not going to panic or rush into anything, and decided to let things play out until they were solved.

"No, sir. I swear to my saviour, I have no idea who this was. I do not know what S and K mean, I don't know anybody with those initials, and I don't know why "HELL" was written on the wall. Just please don't hurt me." Bob pleaded.

"Thank you, Bob. I've heard enough, however. Take him back to his cell. Tomorrow you can eat with us." Eric offered.

"Oh thank you. I want some real food this time." Bob said as he was taken away.

"Sure, how about a piece of steak?" Eric asked, but Bob couldn't hear. The guards already took him away.

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 10


I was feeling absolutely horrible. What kind of a police officer was I? What kind of a person was I? What kind of an uncle and brother was I? I didn't even talk to Annie and Joanne on the phone since I got suspended. I have just been at home, thinking about my existence, thinking about Ron. I let him down. And that was the last thing I wanted to do. I puked twice during the daylight, and now at night, I was sitting on a chair in the backyard, looking up at the stars.

"Ron, I hope God will let you hear this, hear what a horrible person like me has to say," I began, "I am sorry."

Tears then came to my eyes.

"I am sorry for letting you die. I am sorry for letting Buck get away. Now that I am suspended, it will be Eric who will be working on this case. I was the one who promised you that I would find Buck, and make him pay. I am sorry, Ron. I am sorry, God..."

I wiped my tears away, closed my eyes, and rocked back and forth.

I was thinking too much. I wanted to be with Ron so badly. I wanted to hold him and kiss him. Nothing in my life was good now. Annie and Joanne don't care about me anymore or know of my existence, Titi is probably done for as well, and once Jesse goes back to his home, right beside mine, he will be tormenting me every single day.

I couldn't take it. I was a horrible person and I have decided to end my life right here.

I walked into the kitchen, flicked the lights on, and grabbed a large knife from the counter.

"Here we go. God, I hope you can forgive me for being such a bad person. And I hope you will let me and Ron be together in your Kingdom." I said what I hoped would be my last words.

I then raised the knife up to my chest, and I prepared to quickly push it in.

But then something happened. The knife fell out of my hand and onto the floor. Amazingly, it broke in half. Then I heard loud thunder and lightning struck. I quickly ran outside, only to see that it began raining. I looked up at the stars and saw the shape of two T's spelled out.

"T.T.?" I wondered.

Then I realised what God was saying to me.

"Titi! Oh my God..." I said in disbelief.

Then something fell out of the sky and onto my face. It was a note. I looked at it and, believe it or not, it was in Ron's handwriting. I managed to read it:

Oh Dave, please don't cry,
Nothing can make my love for you die,
Anything you do you will always have my love,
My eyes do watch you, up and above,
Oh understand, that I am here,
Up high, in the skies so clear,
Never ever should you worry,
Time after time, do not hurry,
Also know that God is here,
I know that He is protecting you, dear,
Now please go to bed, sleep well, baby. I love you, forever and for always.



I broke down. This was simply incredible. I looked up, put the note to my heart, and thanked God, and Ron as well.

I took the note and went back inside. And little did I know that there was more to this note that first meets the eye. Little did I know that this note would actually help me find the location of who I am searching for...



To the readers, what hint can you spot?

[The Dark Knight]

Chapter # 11


I couldn't even count the number of dreams I had that night, but all of them gave me thoughts. I woke up, and quite frankly, I was feeling refreshed. I wasn't even sure if what I witnessed the night before was a dream or not. I remember where I put the note which fell out of the sky, so I went and checked if it was still there.

Sure enough, it was. I smiled. The sun was shining, and I went to take a shower.

Right as I finished and stepped out of the bathroom, the phone rang.

I answered it.

"Hey Dave! We haven't heard from you! Are you ok?" said my sister, Annie Vincent.

"Hey Annie. I am alright. Things have just been tough for me lately." I replied.

I didn't know whether or not I should tell her about me getting suspended, but in the end I decided not to. I'd keep it a secret, for now.

"Still thinking about Ron, huh? Well, I hope God can help ease your pain, Dave." Annie said. "Remember when my husband left me and Joanne all alone, going away with his new girlfriend in Italy. I know how you feel."

"No, you don't." I argued. "He didn't die, Ron did. We feel different. Both badly, but different. You have a feeling of betrayal, I have a feeling of sadness. Yet we both have a feeling of loss."

"Dave, I still have you, and I have Joanne. So do you. Joanne is here with us." she said.

"With Buck Carelli still on the loose, I am worried, Annie. I will not lose you or Joanne like I lost Ron. There is no way I am letting that happen." I said.

"Come on, Dave. Nothing like that will happen. Trust me." Annie said quietly. "Hey, come on over for breakfast. I am making pancakes."

Mmm, I love pancakes, my stomach thought.




I took the bus over to Annie's place, and knocked on the door.

I heard a scream.

My heart jumped. I was suddenly terrified, shaking all over. I didn't have any weapons so I couldn't go in there and save my sister. I just about broke down, as the door opened slowly.

I sighed heavily.

Annie was standing there, laughing, and she looked at me.

"Hey Dave! Haha, good to see you came! You look hot and tired, come on in, we have ice tea as well." Annie said.

Joanne came running up to me. "Hi Uncle Dave!"

I hugged her. I also hugged Annie.

"What was that scream?" I asked, still short of breath.

Annie laughed. "Joanne almost dropped the hamster. Kinda freaked me out."

I let out a smile.

Annie, Joanne, and I sat down and started on our pancakes.

"How's school, Joanne?" I asked.

"Good." Joanne replied. "My teacher says I am her favourite student."

I smiled. "That's awesome!"

"Yeah, and the bus driver and Ms. Chen are getting engaged." Joanne continued.

Annie nodded, smiling.

"That's awesome, too. Congratulations to them." I said enthusiastically.

Then the flashback of the exploding school bus caused by Buck Carelli appeared in my mind again. Then I heard his laugh. I was not going to let this bother me. No. Not this time.

"Are you ok, Dave? You seem a bit sick." Annie pointed out.

"Yeah I am fine." I said, smiling, as I continued on my pancakes.

"Oh, at first I thought my pancakes made you feel sick." Annie said, and she and Joanne laughed. I smiled, too.

At the end of our breakfast together, it was time for me to go.

"That was good." I complimented.

"Thank you." Annie said, smiling.

"Keep safe, you two. Joanne, I am glad you are doing good at school. And Annie, I am glad things are going well with you, too. I'm gonna head off now, take care."

I gave them hugs before I left.

Strangely, they never asked me how I was doing in my job, so I never even had to worry about telling them that I got suspended for a month.