It's Over And I'm Not Sorry

Blair Mathews used to be one of the few greasers who didn't have any potencial weaknesses. But times change. Now she's got one.

Wonder how we got inside the little whore's nerves. Easy. Take away what matters the most to her. Take away a part of her. In other words, what if we pay a visit to little Rhiley Blaze? I guess that even with her little son, Blair still rather spend her time drunk off her ass in partying in some boy's pants. Didn't daddy ever told you Blair that your brain was between your ears and not your legs? Oh wait, sorry, my fault, he was gone long before you could even figure out boys didn't have cooties. I think everyone at the gang should realize that leaving the little baby unprotected is not very wise. But then again, I'm sure that is quite hard for all of you ape faces to understand. You can barely take care of yourselves. It was little Jamie's time to babysit. Don't you think it is a little selfish of you Blair to leave your little sister taking care of your mistake? We entered the house. It was unlocked. You greasers don't learn, do you? Jamie was on the phone, probably talking to her BFF about cooties, boys, makeup, and shopping. What an entertaining conversation. Such a shame I didn't really have time to stay around to chat. Rhiley was laying on his crib, sound asleep. Paul and Sam made sure nothing got in the way as I gently grabbed the baby and hold it in my arms. He was slippery and quite weird to hold. I'm not having kids. That's for damn sure. They are only a menace to your time and a distraction.

We walked slowly but casually out the door before leaving a note in the crib.

Dear Mathews,

If you would like to see your precious little annoyance again, please meet me at my place.

Love,
Bobby

It probably took her around two hours to find her way at last. Maybe she got lost on her way. Wouldn't blame her. She was probably so drunk she hardly recognize left from right. Or maybe she died. Whatever. I was still holding her precious baby and sooner or later someone would come looking for him. That was, of course, if they actually care. I wouldn't, personally. After a while the door flung open and some groans and struggles from the main lobby where heard. I rolled my eyes as Randy and Sam held Blair tightly as she attempted to set free and probably kick my ass. Wow. I was so scared. "GIVE ME BACK MY SON, SHELDON!" She said yelling. Sam tightened her grip and she grimaced but kept a straight face. Poor stupid tough girl. "Oh, hello there, Blair. Long time, no see." I said stroking down the baby. "Give you back your son? I'm sorry. No can do." I said. Blair kicked and struggled and yelled but it was quite easy for the boys to keep her behaved. She's quite small. You know, filthy greaser, you can't win if you come alone. "I'll make you a deal, Mathews. I'll give you back, this and you can tell me all I want to know." I said. Blair glared at me deadly. I just chuckled. "I'M DONE WARNING YOU, SHELDON, GIVE ME BACK MY SON." I sighed. "Oh but Blair, we are just starting to get along. You don't want your baby to suddenly have an unfortunate mistake, now do you?" She growled at me and was almost able to run towards me but Randy locked her arms in a wrestled move. "DON'T YOU DARE, BITCH." I scoffed. I paced around her for a moment, smiling at myself as a bright idea occured to me. "You know Blair, you are only seventeen. What would child services think if they knew you where taking care of a baby not only you can't afford, but can't take care of either? I mean look at you, you can barely keep yourself sober. What type of childhood do you want your child to have?" Blair fought to get loose but it was impossible to brake from the grip. I just grinned.

"Trace, call Child Services." I ordered him. Trace nodded and run for the phone. "Wait!" Blair yelled annoyed and angry. "I'll tell you everything you need to know." She said. I smiled and motoioned Trace to stop. I walked towards her amazed. She was really just about to betray her friends in order to protect her son? That was a low one. What a really great friend you greasers have here. Tsk. Tsk. "Come with me." I said. I left Rhiley with Randy and Sam and me walked towards the basement with Mathews literally dragged. To make a long story short, she told me everything I needed to know and ever wanted. I would seriously think twice over who to tell your dirty little secrets too the next time, greasers. When we came up, I let go of Blair and turned to look at Trace. He nodded. Then there was a knock on the door and the door bell rang. "NO!" Blair yelled. But before she could do anything, a social worker stepped towards the house and Trace and me walked over to her. Sam held Blair as we talked with the nice lady that was taking Rhiley Blaze in her arms. "Have a nice trip, little one." I said to the thing. Blair was so angry she ran towards me but the boys managed to held her down as I spat next to her and made my way to do better things. "Oh, don't worry, Mathews. You should be happy I did you both a favour."

-Bob Sheldon