I'll let armies loose

[wickedslayer]

I spent the rest of the night out. Didn't care that I had shit to do around the castle, soldiers to assign to posts, things to supervise. Didn't give a flying fuck. Let Mr. 'I'm On Top of Everything' Warren take care of it. Didn't he say he was bored anyway? Well if he's so fucking bored he can do my job too. Prick. I had things to do. Things that

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[my_magic_bone]

Stupid Warren and his stupid parties... I bet they're all drinking and laughing about me in there...

Oh, I'd gotten Warren's invitation to the party all right. Of course, he couldn't officially leave me out of his little plans without stirring up a rumor mill amongst the press, so the crafty bastard had his messenger ever-so conveniently arrive late to my estate to give me my invitation. By the time I'd read it, I had ten minutes to get to this party. Ten minutes to get from Newport, Rhode Island to Washington, D.C.

Smug bastard...

I was sure he was hoping I'd give up and just not bother to show, so of course I cleaned myself up and hopped my private jet to the fabled Mears Castle. Sure, I'd considered just kicking open the door to the grand dining hall and giving Warren a very long, loud piece of my mind... but, uh, at this point in the game I've got to walk on eggshells around him. After all, now he has what he wants. Everything that he wants. He doesn't have any real need for me anymore. Why else would he stick me with Rhode

[wickedslayer]

I smirked to myself as the bench broke in half. Hey, at least I felt a little bit better. Well okay, felt kinda lame considering I was so desperate and wasted that I was beating the shit out of a fucking bench. That was just classic Faith wasn't it? Little girl lost, can't figure shit out so she's always gotta go with the pointless violence. Add in a little sex and alcohol and you got the formula for a piece of white trash mom would have really been proud of, bitch that she was.

No way, that wasn't me anymore. Now was important, I was somebody. Sure that somebody might have overheard someone call her 'Warren's bitch', even if she pretended that she didn't. And what was even more sad was that I wondered if it was true. Damn, there goes that third person detatchment

[my_magic_bone]

Wow, something had really put Faith in a bad mood, and as I'd known that something for quite awhile now, it didn't take me too long to figure out what it was. Warren was real good at pissing people off. He could do it in his sleep. More importantly, sometimes he just did it for fun, the penis. I couldn't stand him. He'd been my best friend once, but even then I could barely stand him. Unless you catered to his every whim these days while telling him how wonderful he was, like say, Andrew, I don't see how anyone who hadn't been lobotomized could stand him

[wickedslayer]

I snorted when he asked if we'd been talking about him. Don't I wish. Truth was Warren hardly ever brought up his old partner in crime, little Jonathan. Prefering him to stay in Rhode Island. Almost felt bad for the little guy. I mean, come on. Rhode Island? Who the fuck lives there except a bunch of coked out college kids in Providence? I grew up in Boston, only like an hour drive to Providence. Trust me when I say. There's nothing there, nothing worth seeing anyways