I saw you at the police station; --Open!

[MARKUS DANIEL KIEDIS]

I saw you at the police station
AND IT BREAKS MY H E A R T TO SAY

Markus had spent the earlier part of the morning making sure his niece made it to the airport okay and that she had gotten onto her flight. Bliss would be staying with Markus' sister (their aunt Dani) for three months while he was on tour. The tour announcement had come as a shock to his little rag-tag band, but they were more than welcoming the opportunity to get money and more fame. Markus drove back from the airport and got home around noon.

He wasn't supposed to have any meetings until around dinner time so he called up his dealer and arranged a drop off. That was one thing Markus couldn't live without...his heroin. He anxiously paced the floor as the beginnings of with-drawls took what contents were left in his stomach. By the time the dealer arrived he was curled up in the middle of the kitchen floor alternating between sweating and shivering. Ross, his dealer, let himself in and assisted the weakened musician in doing the deed before leaving. As the drugs swam through his veins Markus felt much bettter. A chill of calmness overtook him and he made the (terrible) decision he needed to go get out of the house.

He grabbed his skateboard and his backpack, heading out of the house with the intent of boarding around for a bit and then going to get some lunch. His plan was flawless to his drug-comatosed brain, not expecting the cops to be out patrolling. When he unsuccessfully rode the board and landed on his butt about six times in a row, then wobbled when he stood up, he merely tossed the board aside. That's when the blip of a police siren altered him to the black and white he'd missed before. The cop got out of the car and walked up to Markus, saying something to him.

Markus waved the man off with a genuinely happy smile and started to walk away. Next thing he knew he was being tackled to the ground and his arms jerked behind his back. As he thrashed and screamed, doing his best to get away from what his hazy eyes viewed as a monster on top of him, he was suddenly struck with a bolt of electricity. The cop's backup had managed to taze him. And the last thing Markus saw before he passed out was the sneering face of a cop above him. When he came to he was sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffs over his wrists and the sticky leather of the seat sticking to his bare back.

The drugs were wearing off quickly as the realization of what he'd just done hit him. He could potentially lose custody of his niece. Bliss was his world and without her... well, he really had nothing going for him. And if his lost his niece then he would be a shell of himself and would be failing the promise he'd made to his late brother about keeping Bliss happy and cared for. He began to sob in the back seat as the cops helped him out of the car and into booking. He sat in a chair and stared at the floor, his eyes puffy from crying and a choked sob bubbling out of him ever now and again.

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WORDCOUNT; 564
NOTES; None!
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LYRICS; Police Station - Red Hot Chili Peppers
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