Oh, you do? Well, okay.
(@Vytanni_Throttlenight, I know Hyde was at LEAST SLIGHTLY interested so I @ed you so he can't complain.)
(Sorry for the lack of italics. I'm tired.)
Drake ran as fast as he could, knowing he was already late for work.
I’m late! I shouldn’t have stayed up so long last night! You knew better not to party with those no-good friends! he thought.
He threw himself down the stairs, jerking on his overcoat and shoes. He snatched up his briefcase and took a split-second break to look himself in the bathroom mirror.
Drake Adams, you’re such a mess. Get your life together.
Drake threw open the door and bolted out for his car as fast as he could.
A few moments later, his car squealed down the wet roads of London as fast as he could make it go without getting a ticket.
“Drake, you knew better than this. You finally learn you had a mother all these years, snatch up her inheritance when you realized all these years she was dead, and then ruin it. Great job.” He muttered to himself, just as the sun started to creep over the horizon.
“Great job. And now you’re going to face the consequences.”
. . .
A wet and bedraggled Drake Adams stumbled into the office of Carlton Myers, Attorneys at Law with a groan.
“Look who decided to show up,” a voice said.
Drake looked past his shoulder to see his coworker Stephen smirking.
“Boss didn’t look too happy. Whatever happens, God be with you.”
I know! I know! Shut up already! He wanted to shout, but he didn’t.
“I got this, I always do,” Drake used as a substitute.
He stumbled into his office room, dropped his briefcase, and ran his fingers through his hair, slightly damp from the light rain.
“I don’t got this, I never do.”
. . .
Drake walked through the empty door frame and into his boss’s office. He glanced around at the fluorescent lighting and large windows. Here comes the talking-to.
“Well. Mr. Adams, I think we need to talk.”
Drake winced at the use of his last name. He had never liked it.
He watched as Carlton Myers swiveled around in his chair. He looked down on him in a condescending fashion.
Carlton was an large man, he towered over people with a menacing air about him. Mr. Myers never seemed to smile, unless he won a case. He had blonde hair that always seemed to be slicked back with a pound of grease and hair products.
“Mr. Adams, as the youngest criminal lawyer here I had great expectations for you. Carlton Myers, Attorneys at Law is a prestigious working place, and we expect the best from the people who we do business with.” Carlton added with a defined swagger, nearly dripping with fake appreciation and understanding.
“You have been… Very late to work the past few months. And I’m sorry to say, but the effects from the situation are very dire. I hate to let such a brilliant young man go, but…” Carlton’s fake frown of grief completely melted off into a hard scowl.
Drake looked up in shock, his demeanor turned from sour and angry to desperate in mere seconds.
“You can’t do this to me, Mr. Myers! I’ve worked hard from the very beginning, I won’t have any sort of job anymore! You’re the only respectable attorney in town! I’ll lose my house, I’ll lose everything!” He gasped in ragged and needy breaths. His tongue turned dry, his palms grew sweaty.
“I won’t say it again Mr. Adams. Your fired. Now get out of my office, and take your things with you.” Myers swiveled around again and hunched over some supposed ‘work’ that Drake couldn’t see.
Drake’s original rage came back in a stampede, it boiled so viciously his head hurt.
“You can’t do this to me Carlton! Just because I was late to work, you’ll send my life into the gutter! I was your best lawyer! You know that none of the others worked just as hard as I did! I-”
At that moment in time, Mr. Myers was in no mood to have an argument. And when people like Carlton Myers don’t want to have an argument, that can usually make the arguments they have worse.
“GET OUT OF MY OFFICE, DRAKE!” He roared.
Just as it did before, the raging, stampeding fire of rage melted into a solid bar of fear and agony. Drake’s sudden switches were in no way healthy for a human brain, and he knew this, but he didn’t care.
“Y-you’ll regret it.” Drake muttered as he slammed the door behind him.
He’ll never take you back now! Your an outcast! None of the other companies will want you now, and you drained your check! The next was supposed to come today, and look what you’ve done!
. . .
Drake Adams opened his front door and walked inside at the speed of a dying slug. He nudged it back into place with a bump from his shoulder.
He sighed. Dropping his meager items from work onto the floor, he looked at the yellow piece of paper he had picked up from his musty and rubbed-through welcome mat.
Drake raked his fingers through his hair, a slight whimper escaping his lungs.
“What am I gonna do? My life is a ruin!” He cried out in anguish.
He let it go, and it tumbled to the dusty hardwood flooring. The sun streamed through the window, emphasizing how dingy and dark his house was.
“I would be better off dead. I’m a failure.”
He opened the door, and slammed it shut behind him. Drake ran as fast as his legs could carry him. He turned this way and that, not knowing where his feet would take him, but he didn’t care.
He dodged each passerby and lamppost, each telephone booth and brick wall. He shoved his way through the crowds, and sped past empty sidewalks.
Whimpers and sobs writhed in his lungs, half escaping and half hiding. He splashed through puddles as he ran, only one remaining sentence would echo in his brain. Over and over again, as if it would be tattooed there forever.
Drake stumbled down on his hands and knees. He had stopped in a dank and dark alleyway branching off of a lonely neighborhood. He didn’t know where he was, he didn’t know what he would do. He just weakly turned himself around to sit,
He cried for what felt like hours. He had wasted his life on temporary happiness and wealth. He had burned it down to cinders, and now he didn’t know what to do with them.
Your so weak. What have you done?
Your not just a mess, your an irreversible hurricane of failure and destruction.
Drake wiped his puffy red eyes and coughed. The sun was nearly done setting now. He had wasted his life, and the remaining hours of the day.
“What am I going to do now? I have nothing left.”
Drake stood up and looked around. He was utterly lost, having no idea what to do.
There could be gangs and criminals out here… This wasn’t a good idea.