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Dave's POV
"I'll have 3 Big Mac's, a large order of fries, 2 apple pies and a McFlurry with M&Ms."
As promised, I went to McDonalds to load up on some much needed delicious food that I was deprived of during my stint in jail. God I'm so fucking hungry. The jail food suck, so much that I barely ate anything while I was in there. I lost a lot of weight as a result. I need to bulk back up and quick. With a little help from the juice, I'll be normal in no time.
When I got my food I began chowing it down like nothing else.
"Mmmm. So fucking good." I got fries all over the car seat and sauce on my shirt, but I didn't care.
The tinted window separating the driver from the back of the limo lowered.
"We will be at the hotel in a few minutes sir." The limo driver said.
"What's he talking about?" I asked Ronald.
"The party your mother setup is at the Lincoln Hotel, just up the street."
"Oh, Yeah whatever. Not really in a party mood but OK. Don't want to disappoint."
As I gobbled down my food I began thinking about the judge's ruling. I've been ordered to stay at a mental institution. It's not the news that I wanted but it's better than rotting in prison for life. I will only be in there for a few weeks, maybe more, depending on how long I fake my illness. 2 to 3 months should be adequate enough as to not arouse too much suspicion.
A few minutes later the limo pulled into a parking garage. The vehicle stopped in a parking space on the 4th floor. I gathered my food and got out of the car.
"Well Mr....um Dave looks like you got some partying to do."
"You're not coming inside?" I asked.
"Um I don't think I should. Enjoy yourself. And remember Dave in 3 days time you will be ordered into federal custody. I hope you don't plan to do anything other than following the judge's directions..."
"I'm not going to run if that's what you think. That would just complicate a relatively simple situation."
"Yes that is true..."
"Well Ronald buddy, I guess this is goodbye. Thanks for getting me off, even if it wasn't in the way I wanted..."
Ronald blushed. He knows he wants me. He's just too afraid to say anything. Oh well, bitch has his chance.
Ronald handed me a piece of paper with the room number of where everyone was waiting for me. I turned away and headed towards the elevator.
...
I reached the room and slowly opened the door. I was greeted by an eager looking crowd.
"WELCOME HOME DAVE!" they said at the same time.
My mother ran over and hugged me tight.
"Oh DJ I'm so happy that you're a free man."
I hugged her back. "Thanks mom."
My best friends from D.C., a few fans that I've met before and other people I didn't know we're all here celebrating my release.
"'ey Davey!"
"Dave! Dave!"
"So glad you're here Dave."
"Welcome home Dave."
I felt great. I was surrounded by people that loved me, something I hadn't had in a long while.
I smiled. "Let's get this party started shall we?"
I sat down at a table filled with all kinds of foods, many of them favorites of mine. I felt like it was my birthday.
Everyone got themselves a plate and put a bit of food on it and began eating. As I ate folks came up to me, hugging and high-fiving, saying how happy they were about the verdict.
I was surprise at the turnout. I didn't expect many people to be on my side after the gruesome details of the attack was released. I mean didn't they fear me? Weren't they scared? Deep down I think they knew I was guilty and that I was competent to stand trial. It was the celebrity that they still loved, not me.
I began feeling depressed whilst everyone else continued to enjoy themselves. I went over and sat down on an arm chair and sunk my head down. I wanted to be alone.
"Hey Dave." A calm, husky voice said. I looked up to find Chris Masters staring down at me, a Bud Light in his hand. Typical Masters. Always the drunk.
"What do you want Chris?"
"Oh nothing Davey Boy, just striking up a lovely conversation with my buddy." He sat down next to me.
"Don't call me Davey Boy punk." I snarled. "And I'm not your buddy."
"Oh c'mon Dave. You should be a little nicer to me man. I mean I did help you out with Randy didn't I?"
I swallowed hard. Chris was the one who supplied me with the double-edge hunting knife that I repeatedly stabbed Randy with on that night. He also helped me with the fine details of planning and carrying out the attack. When I was arrested, Chris was worried as fuck that I would out him to the police, but for some reason I didn't. I guess it was because I knew I would need his services again soon.
"What do you want?" I asked cautiously. He smiled.
"What do you think I want?" He said calmly.
"Don't play games with me. I'm not in the mood."
"Neither am I. We had a deal remember Dave? I help you out with Randy didn't I? You need to live up to your end of the bargain."
"I told you I will. It's gonna take some time OK? 1 Mil isn't easy to come by. Shit for that much money I could have hired someone to take Randy out. Guess I wanted to do it myself. I wanted to be the last thing he saw before he died."
He rolled his eyes. "And looked how that worked out for ya."
"I shot a cold stare at him.
"Please. I'm not waiting another few months Dave. I want it now."
Chris was relentless, a greedy fucker. The prick needs to learn patience.
"OK Chris. I get it. But before that, I have another job for you."
"You still haven't paid me for the first Job Dave."
"Yeah I know. Look I'll pay you double, triple for this one OK?"
"Hmmm. What's worth triple of what I'm owed?"
"I need to finish what I started. I want Rey back."
"I see... Look Dave I was willing to help you out the first time because I needed the money, but I'm not sure I want to help you kill Randy--"
"KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN!" I growled. Dammit he was talking so loud. There was music playing equally loud, drowning out his voice to the other partygoers.
"Sorry!"
"Look, Randy needs to be taught a fucking lesson. I'm not letting him get away with taking Rey from me. You're just as guilty as me. If you don't help me..."
"You fucking prick!"
I laughed.
"You're gonna sit there and blackmail me to help you murder someone? Damn you Dave. I knew this would come to bite me in the ass one day. SHIT!"
"Oh settle down Chrissy Boy."
Randy POV
Time. So much of it, yet not enough. Is life fair? I don't think so...
I look over at my lover, his head resting against the car window. Why isn't life fair? Why do the guilty go free? Do they have some kind of deal with the devil to let themselves free?
I can't think...can't function...can't speak. This isn't fair, it isn't right.
"Randy...?"
My lover asks me. I don't reply.
"Randy? Please say something."
I don't want to.
"I love you Randy."
Sure I guess. That's not going to comfort me today. Not now.
The limo continues to drive forward as I continue to look backwards. Oh how life is so fair for the guilty.
The car phone rings moments later. Rey answers it.
"Hello?"
Who is it?
"Yeah um... we're OK. It was unfair."
Are we? I'm not.
"I'm not sure. He isn't talking. He won't say anything."
He's talking about me...
"Yeah. Listen I'll talk to you later. It's not the right time at the moment. OK Bye."
He hangs up.
Rage is building, blinding me. I can't see the light, I can't see anything.
Dave.
He walks free. A free man.
Stop. Life isn't fair.
Justice is best taken by your own hands. Justice is best served cold...
Rey's POV
We arrived at the hotel room about an hour later after the verdict was given. I opened the door and Randy walked in like a zombie, not even acknowledging me. He didn't say a word to me. I'm really worried about him. I'm afraid of what he might do.
I sat down on the couch and watch as he went out to the balcony. I couldn't take my eyes off him. I wanted to go out there and hug the pain away, the disappointment that he was experiencing but I knew I couldn't. It was just best that he deal with this on his own for right now. I respected that.
He was out there for a few minutes before coming back inside.
"I'm going to the gym." He finally said to me, very coldly.
"OK. Do you want me--"
"No."
He quickly grabbed his bag and flew out the door. I lay across the couch and held on to the soft pillow that cushioned my head. Randy...