by Looking for Alaska » Sat Jul 14, 2012 6:55 am
Addison knuckles were white from griping the phone so hard, "so you can only count to three? becuase i'm pretty sure thats the standing number of times you've had to be bail me out" he snapped, and immediatly regretted it. Making Dakota mad would only make things worse "listen, I wouldnt have called you if I wasnt desperate - and hooker what the hell Dakota? save that till after you come and get me-" He was cut off mid sentence when Dakota hung up"nice to talk to you to" he muttered as he slamed the reciever down. try not to kill anyone? honestly, did Dakota really have that little of faith in him? -Okay so he broke that cops arm, but that was only becuase- Addison clenced his jaw as the image of Adeles crumpled body apeared in his mind. He painfully pushed it away as the guard led him back down the hallway warily wacthing Addison with one hand on his belt, where pepper spray, a tazer or something else just as pleasent probally was hidden. And the other hand firmly clamped on Addisons elbow, he had learned from experience that it was better to just go with it. The guard was a head shorter then him and Addison was a hundred precent sure that he could take him if the fight was fair, but his eyes still stung from his last run-in wiht pepper sprey.
“And I told you before, I'll sell you any of the thoroughbreds.”
“I didn't make any of those thoroughbreds. I didn't make them what they are.”
“You made all of them what they are.”
I don't look at him. “None of them made me who I am.”
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“He is slow, and the sea sings to us both, but he returns to me.”