Post by Synistergrrl on Jun 18, 2014 23:00:45 GMT -5
Mr. Sinclair... you're son was found in a car, with another boy, naked and intoxicated. As well as he was found with a controlled substance. Since he is a minor, he'll be detained to the juvenile court. You and your wife can go and sit in. They won't sentence tonight, they'll just set a court date and make a decision if he's going to be reprimanded to jail or to your care.
~This was not the first time that James Sinclair had been called in some where because of something his youngest son had done. But this was the first time the insurance underwriter had been called down to the police station. Marilyn sat next to him, big tears sliding down her face as all the sordid details were laid out. The detective stood and lead them down a hall to the courtroom. They sat and waited watching as finally their son was lead in. Casey was wearing a jumpsuit and he was handcuffed. His dark hair fell in his eyes and he had a pretty big purplish hickey on his neck. His eyes scanned the crowd and found his parents, shrugging to his dad as if to say what did he expect. This was when James decided to take all these outbursts seriously. Casey was acting out and he was going to stop it, whatever it took. His son obviously had a problem.~
~The truth isn't any of that. The truth is just boredom. Sad, really, cause no one really understood that. Casey doubted he could explain that. No one believed him, they all thought he was hiding some dark secrets, maybe mental problems, ofcourse just being an addict was probably enough in everyone's book, it didn't help he was seriously, seriously gay. Not that his mother would ever tell him there was anything wrong with that. And it's not like Casey thought it was wrong, but he knew his family didn't want to draw attention to that. After all, they were a proper southern family, whatever that meant. So here Casey sat behind a table, a thin, balding man beside him, looking frazzled and unsure of himself. The Judge was already behind the bench, her glasses low on her nose as she looked down at him.~
~Earlier that night~
Fuuuuck... stop being so gentle... you can be a little rough!
~Casey pulled on the boys hair that was between his legs, arching up at the feel of teeth on the inside of his thigh, making him laugh, head back and delirious. If someone had told him a few months ago that he'd be in the backseat of a car with Mitch Walker, the co-captain of the football team, well, he'd have laughed, but then he'd have said ofcourse, why the fuck not, Casey could get him. But he still was a bit shocked. They'd been at the same party, not together. And when he'd found himself sitting on a lounge chair outside by the pool with said football player at the end of the lounger, nudging his foot, toying with the hem of his jeans, fingers dusting the inside of Casey's ankle, well he'd been sort of surprised. Not much did that anymore. They'd left not long after that, driving off in Mitch's car and parking on some dark road, smoked a joint and then crawled into the back seat. Casey had better in the past, but what Mitch lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. All was right in the world, the car was smokey, and there was a boy between his legs whom was eager to make him feel good, so who could complain.~
~That was until there was a knock at the window. They both froze inside the car and Mitch's face was priceless, causing Casey to burst out laughing. The cop wasn't really thrilled with that. Ofcourse, he drug them out of the car, searched them, searched the car, found Casey's weed and arrested them. He'd not even let Casey grab his shirt, though he'd been allowed to tug his pants back on. So, he'd entered the police station shirtless and barefoot. As he was processed in he'd been given the jumpsuit and a pair of shoes and tossed in a cell with a bunch of drugs and druggies. Mitch was put in a separate cell, but Casey could see him. Mitch wouldn't even meet his eyes. Well that figured.~
~Courtroom~
Your honor, my wife and I have discussed it and we are willing to put Casey some where that he can get the help he needs, if you'd allow that.
~Casey came back just as he heard that bit from his father. His head snapped around to stare at his dad, unsure of what he'd just heard his father say. And just like that, he was being hauled off to rehab, not even given a chance to say good bye to anyone. Before the sun was up, he was already registered into the drug rehab ward for juveniles at Savannah Memorial Hospital. His mother hugged him, his father just stared at him as if he'd disappointed him in a way that he could never come back from. But Casey wasn't sure he honestly cared. This was, after all, people just making a much bigger deal out of this than what it was really worth. This was not the way he had the end to this night planned out.~
~Therapy~
Casey, why do you think that it's appropriate to roll your eyes when Brittney is talking about the pain she feels and how she was bullied?
~Casey scoffed.~
Whatever, she wasn't bullied. She was a bitch, is a bitch... whatever. You don't know how she was in school. And I'm sick of sitting here and listening to her whine about how her life was so fucking terrible.
~Therapy was not going well for Casey. He just couldn't care about any of these kids, but part of that was because he honestly didn't think he belonged here. Most of the kids here, well the ones with real addictions, not Brittney, had real problems. Most came from abusive homes and had very little support. It was easier to get high then it was to deal. Some were just suburbanites who were so jaded by their existence that they started to do anything to make themselves feel alive. Casey wasn't those kids. He honestly just wanted to have fun, and sometimes that fun required copious amounts of drugs. It also usually involved alcohol, music and loads of sex. How could that be bad? It wasn't like he was putting needles in his veins. He didn't have a horrible home life, or feel exceptionally sad or depressed about his life. No, he honestly just wanted to feel as good as he possibly could for as long as that was possible. He didn't think that was alot to ask.~
Casey, that isn't very productive at all... I think you could choose your words a little better. Remember we aren't hear to hurt one another, but to help.
~This was the dribble that this "Therapist" was feeding them. It was honestly pathetically stupid. Where in the hell was she getting this shit, Psychology for Dummies? He couldn't help himself. BUT as fate would have it, he couldn't sarcasm his way out of this one. The snarkier he was, the less he was allowed to do and the more therapy sessions he was forced to endure. So finally, he got bored, which was typical and in his normal fashion, he decided it was time for a change of scenery. So he got on the program, doing all the work and being a perfect patient so that he was slowly working to being released. And when that day came, it felt like freedom. Well until his parents picked him up and drove him up to FUCKING Alabama, in some bullshit town called Cullman and taken to St. Bernard Preparatory Catholic School. So freedom was out the window, or well it would seem, that is until he was being shown around and realized he was being left at a school for boys. Jesus Christ his father just put in him in the land of the young and horny and no girls to be had. He was in heaven.~
~This was not the first time that James Sinclair had been called in some where because of something his youngest son had done. But this was the first time the insurance underwriter had been called down to the police station. Marilyn sat next to him, big tears sliding down her face as all the sordid details were laid out. The detective stood and lead them down a hall to the courtroom. They sat and waited watching as finally their son was lead in. Casey was wearing a jumpsuit and he was handcuffed. His dark hair fell in his eyes and he had a pretty big purplish hickey on his neck. His eyes scanned the crowd and found his parents, shrugging to his dad as if to say what did he expect. This was when James decided to take all these outbursts seriously. Casey was acting out and he was going to stop it, whatever it took. His son obviously had a problem.~
~The truth isn't any of that. The truth is just boredom. Sad, really, cause no one really understood that. Casey doubted he could explain that. No one believed him, they all thought he was hiding some dark secrets, maybe mental problems, ofcourse just being an addict was probably enough in everyone's book, it didn't help he was seriously, seriously gay. Not that his mother would ever tell him there was anything wrong with that. And it's not like Casey thought it was wrong, but he knew his family didn't want to draw attention to that. After all, they were a proper southern family, whatever that meant. So here Casey sat behind a table, a thin, balding man beside him, looking frazzled and unsure of himself. The Judge was already behind the bench, her glasses low on her nose as she looked down at him.~
~Earlier that night~
Fuuuuck... stop being so gentle... you can be a little rough!
~Casey pulled on the boys hair that was between his legs, arching up at the feel of teeth on the inside of his thigh, making him laugh, head back and delirious. If someone had told him a few months ago that he'd be in the backseat of a car with Mitch Walker, the co-captain of the football team, well, he'd have laughed, but then he'd have said ofcourse, why the fuck not, Casey could get him. But he still was a bit shocked. They'd been at the same party, not together. And when he'd found himself sitting on a lounge chair outside by the pool with said football player at the end of the lounger, nudging his foot, toying with the hem of his jeans, fingers dusting the inside of Casey's ankle, well he'd been sort of surprised. Not much did that anymore. They'd left not long after that, driving off in Mitch's car and parking on some dark road, smoked a joint and then crawled into the back seat. Casey had better in the past, but what Mitch lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm. All was right in the world, the car was smokey, and there was a boy between his legs whom was eager to make him feel good, so who could complain.~
~That was until there was a knock at the window. They both froze inside the car and Mitch's face was priceless, causing Casey to burst out laughing. The cop wasn't really thrilled with that. Ofcourse, he drug them out of the car, searched them, searched the car, found Casey's weed and arrested them. He'd not even let Casey grab his shirt, though he'd been allowed to tug his pants back on. So, he'd entered the police station shirtless and barefoot. As he was processed in he'd been given the jumpsuit and a pair of shoes and tossed in a cell with a bunch of drugs and druggies. Mitch was put in a separate cell, but Casey could see him. Mitch wouldn't even meet his eyes. Well that figured.~
~Courtroom~
Your honor, my wife and I have discussed it and we are willing to put Casey some where that he can get the help he needs, if you'd allow that.
~Casey came back just as he heard that bit from his father. His head snapped around to stare at his dad, unsure of what he'd just heard his father say. And just like that, he was being hauled off to rehab, not even given a chance to say good bye to anyone. Before the sun was up, he was already registered into the drug rehab ward for juveniles at Savannah Memorial Hospital. His mother hugged him, his father just stared at him as if he'd disappointed him in a way that he could never come back from. But Casey wasn't sure he honestly cared. This was, after all, people just making a much bigger deal out of this than what it was really worth. This was not the way he had the end to this night planned out.~
~Therapy~
Casey, why do you think that it's appropriate to roll your eyes when Brittney is talking about the pain she feels and how she was bullied?
~Casey scoffed.~
Whatever, she wasn't bullied. She was a bitch, is a bitch... whatever. You don't know how she was in school. And I'm sick of sitting here and listening to her whine about how her life was so fucking terrible.
~Therapy was not going well for Casey. He just couldn't care about any of these kids, but part of that was because he honestly didn't think he belonged here. Most of the kids here, well the ones with real addictions, not Brittney, had real problems. Most came from abusive homes and had very little support. It was easier to get high then it was to deal. Some were just suburbanites who were so jaded by their existence that they started to do anything to make themselves feel alive. Casey wasn't those kids. He honestly just wanted to have fun, and sometimes that fun required copious amounts of drugs. It also usually involved alcohol, music and loads of sex. How could that be bad? It wasn't like he was putting needles in his veins. He didn't have a horrible home life, or feel exceptionally sad or depressed about his life. No, he honestly just wanted to feel as good as he possibly could for as long as that was possible. He didn't think that was alot to ask.~
Casey, that isn't very productive at all... I think you could choose your words a little better. Remember we aren't hear to hurt one another, but to help.
~This was the dribble that this "Therapist" was feeding them. It was honestly pathetically stupid. Where in the hell was she getting this shit, Psychology for Dummies? He couldn't help himself. BUT as fate would have it, he couldn't sarcasm his way out of this one. The snarkier he was, the less he was allowed to do and the more therapy sessions he was forced to endure. So finally, he got bored, which was typical and in his normal fashion, he decided it was time for a change of scenery. So he got on the program, doing all the work and being a perfect patient so that he was slowly working to being released. And when that day came, it felt like freedom. Well until his parents picked him up and drove him up to FUCKING Alabama, in some bullshit town called Cullman and taken to St. Bernard Preparatory Catholic School. So freedom was out the window, or well it would seem, that is until he was being shown around and realized he was being left at a school for boys. Jesus Christ his father just put in him in the land of the young and horny and no girls to be had. He was in heaven.~