Post by CASEY VAN GARRETT on Feb 29, 2016 0:59:12 GMT -6
there's nothing inside
sometimes i wish it would end. how many hands could i shake? how many smiles must i fake? how many miles til i break?
the police department? fuck, he was no stranger to it. in fact, casey had seen enough of it that he'd e able to call it a second home. none of the van garretts were unfamiliar with the sleepy hollow police, particularly because they were constantly in trouble. each one had their own little illegal quirk, which tended to attract the attention of law enforcement. danny had a gambling problem that rivaled casey's drug one, having been at the head of many gambling rings. liv was constantly being nabbed for her drunk driving, and micah had an uncontrollable temper which had fueled plenty of battery charges. yet, it was only ever casey who ended up in the slammer, with a wrap sheet to rival them all. funny thing was, he was probably the least rotten.
whereas his siblings threw around money to the police force, to get them out of trouble, casey did not. did he have access to the funds? of course he did, though perhaps not the whole of it like daniel. regardless of what amount of money he had, he didn't see any point in bribery. he wasn't like the rest of his siblings who assumed they were above the law, merely being able to buy themselves out of trouble. nah, casey took responsibility for his actions. was that it? well, maybe it was just that he didn't give two fucking shits about what happened to him. he'd already been to prison once, which is where his life truly ended up in the shitter.
at one point in his life, six or seven years ago, casey thought he'd finally found happiness. he grew up so entirely miserable with his family that he didn't think it was ever obtainable. but victoria walked into his life, giving him one hell of a ride. along with her love came a beautiful baby girl, one who he was lucky to call his daughter. even while his relationship with his baby mama began to falter, he'd always have his little kaydee to bring a smile to his face daily. god, was he a lucky dude. it fell apart rather quickly, though, when he inadvertently led to tori's death. his confession of the accident landed in jail for a year and subsequently, it also got him kicked out of his daughter's life forever. that was when the downard spiral truly began.
for a short while, casey fought against tori's mother for custody of kaydee. but she brought up a good point - hadn't he hurt their family enough? the self doubt and guilt set in fairly hardcore, leaving him with no choice but to self medicate. the drugs, the drinking, the partying...it was all a front for his pain. while he looked happy and alive, he felt nothing but pain and death inside. he only hoped that one day, he'd take it too far and it would kill him all together. he knew better, though. he was a vampire and it was unlikely drugs would do the trick. he needed to stop being a fucking coward and pull the trigger on his own, get it over with.
after spending a few hours in a holding cell, being booked and whatnot, casey was beginning to sober up. the gentle high he was in began to wear off, leaving him in a slump that was accompanied by a headache. a groan escaped his lips as he leaned against the bars of the cell, glancing at the clock. "hey, don't i get my one phone call?" he called out to the officer who'd booked him, a snarky tone to his words. he had no one to call; he was just making life difficult. rather than pursue a phone call he didn't need, he began to hum obnoxiously, drumming out a beat on his legs with his hands.
it wasn't until another officer came in, scolding the other that casey's attention was drawn back up to the pigs. a shitty grin eased over his lips, laughing humorlessly at the situation. apparently the second guy had made the noob aware of who he was...not that casey held his family in too high of regards. in a moment, the second officer unlocked the cell, muttering his grave apologies. "please forgive us, mister van garrett. officer taylor is new. he didn't understand our arrangement." casey stood to exit the holding area, rolling his eyes with a snort. "look man, we ain't got no arrangement." still, he was sure as hell going to take advantage of his brother's ability to throw money around. "but if you really wanna make it up to me, you can give me everything i came in with. eh?" such a far fetched request, considering he had a hand gun, about an eighth of blow, and a grinder full of weed on him.
after collecting what was left of his things, he jogged down the steps of the police station, glancing into the darkness. he ended up sitting on the stoop for a few moments, punching wildly at his phone as he waited for someone to either come get him or bring him weed. shit, he'd light one up right here on the steps of the cop shop if he needed to. there was no point in trying to be a good citizen anymore.
whereas his siblings threw around money to the police force, to get them out of trouble, casey did not. did he have access to the funds? of course he did, though perhaps not the whole of it like daniel. regardless of what amount of money he had, he didn't see any point in bribery. he wasn't like the rest of his siblings who assumed they were above the law, merely being able to buy themselves out of trouble. nah, casey took responsibility for his actions. was that it? well, maybe it was just that he didn't give two fucking shits about what happened to him. he'd already been to prison once, which is where his life truly ended up in the shitter.
at one point in his life, six or seven years ago, casey thought he'd finally found happiness. he grew up so entirely miserable with his family that he didn't think it was ever obtainable. but victoria walked into his life, giving him one hell of a ride. along with her love came a beautiful baby girl, one who he was lucky to call his daughter. even while his relationship with his baby mama began to falter, he'd always have his little kaydee to bring a smile to his face daily. god, was he a lucky dude. it fell apart rather quickly, though, when he inadvertently led to tori's death. his confession of the accident landed in jail for a year and subsequently, it also got him kicked out of his daughter's life forever. that was when the downard spiral truly began.
for a short while, casey fought against tori's mother for custody of kaydee. but she brought up a good point - hadn't he hurt their family enough? the self doubt and guilt set in fairly hardcore, leaving him with no choice but to self medicate. the drugs, the drinking, the partying...it was all a front for his pain. while he looked happy and alive, he felt nothing but pain and death inside. he only hoped that one day, he'd take it too far and it would kill him all together. he knew better, though. he was a vampire and it was unlikely drugs would do the trick. he needed to stop being a fucking coward and pull the trigger on his own, get it over with.
after spending a few hours in a holding cell, being booked and whatnot, casey was beginning to sober up. the gentle high he was in began to wear off, leaving him in a slump that was accompanied by a headache. a groan escaped his lips as he leaned against the bars of the cell, glancing at the clock. "hey, don't i get my one phone call?" he called out to the officer who'd booked him, a snarky tone to his words. he had no one to call; he was just making life difficult. rather than pursue a phone call he didn't need, he began to hum obnoxiously, drumming out a beat on his legs with his hands.
it wasn't until another officer came in, scolding the other that casey's attention was drawn back up to the pigs. a shitty grin eased over his lips, laughing humorlessly at the situation. apparently the second guy had made the noob aware of who he was...not that casey held his family in too high of regards. in a moment, the second officer unlocked the cell, muttering his grave apologies. "please forgive us, mister van garrett. officer taylor is new. he didn't understand our arrangement." casey stood to exit the holding area, rolling his eyes with a snort. "look man, we ain't got no arrangement." still, he was sure as hell going to take advantage of his brother's ability to throw money around. "but if you really wanna make it up to me, you can give me everything i came in with. eh?" such a far fetched request, considering he had a hand gun, about an eighth of blow, and a grinder full of weed on him.
after collecting what was left of his things, he jogged down the steps of the police station, glancing into the darkness. he ended up sitting on the stoop for a few moments, punching wildly at his phone as he waited for someone to either come get him or bring him weed. shit, he'd light one up right here on the steps of the cop shop if he needed to. there was no point in trying to be a good citizen anymore.
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