James Feryana - Arlene Parsons

"Well, erm, I kind of beat up that one person there," James says quietly, nodding to the unconscious person. "A-and two police officers." James continued. [i]I can't go home. I have no home anymore.[/i] James thought. He had a clear image of his flat's owner, standing outside the flat, awaiting James' return. [i]But should I tell her? I'll have to.[/i]
"And, erm..." He began to release a bit more tears. [i]Come on, James. Just tell her![/i] "I, I kind of don't have a home anymore." James jutted his thumb backwards, toward the unconscious man. "My flat's owner probably has a spy following me or something, because he always seems to know when I get into trouble. And he said that if I did anything bad one more time..."

James practically exploded into tears at that point. "It wasn't my fault!" He cried loudly. "I rounded the corner, and the cop pulled out his baton. I had to. I had to." His tears came out of his eyes like a waterfall. "Then his partner came..." He turned himself away from the woman, sad.