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Jake wasn't happy, Chris had said he was the one who broke into the old gas station so now he was the one who has sitting in this crappy ass jail cell, waiting for his dad to come down and glare at him through the bars and say something around the lines of ‘a couple nights in here might pull that head of yours out of your ass’ he just can't seem to figure out that the reason he does this stuff, granted this wasn't him, he was set up, but the reason he does this type of stuff it to try to get attention, he knew it wasn't a good type of attention, or from the right people, but at least he didn't feel like a smudge in the shadow of the room anymore. He heard his father's voice echo down the hallway, and he stretched out on the bench, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible.
“Breaking and entering Jake, really. You shame your mother and me. How could we have raised someone like you is beyond me.”
“It wasn't me”
“Now you're lying too?”
“No, it really wasn't me, but you don't care enough to believe me on it, i have never denied when I did something, but I didn't do it this time”
“Well, we can't trust you, now can we, lying isn't too far of a stretch. I just wish you would quit making a fool of us. If it was up to me, you wouldn't be allowed back in the house, I don't want my name to be associated with a disgrace like you.”
With that he turned and left. When Jake got out the next night he took a knife to his own skin for the first time.