Convicted: Chapter 28 ^_^

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Convicted: Chapter 28 ^_^

POV-Bandit- I couldn’t help but feel like something was off today. It was 3:45am and I haven’t slept since the day before I was captured, unless you count being knocked out. I don’t. I sat in bed, reading The Bar Code Tattoo, when I heard a noise. I had to investigate. I opened the door and seen Frank trying, once again, to make toast. I walked over and grabbed the toaster from him, before he pulled a Mikey and stuck a fork in it. I turned the little knob and it popped right on out, golden brown. He smiled. “You’re a Genius.” He declared. I turned to walk back to my room, but then Frank said, “Bandit, I’m sorry about what happened between us” he said. :It’s okay Frank. So let’s not talk about it anymore.” I ran to my room. Still not believing he really brought up what had happened, I was like 8 and I didn’t know what I was doing. Before I could stop myself I was pulled into the memory. I was in the studio, dad had promise to take me to a real studio to watch him record. Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, the whole recording experience was knew to me. I wasn’t looking at all the buttons; I wasn’t paying any mind to those things. The sheet music was the only thing I had to make sure didn’t get lost. I set them on the small coffee table, just so I could run to the bathroom real fast a two hour car ride will wear a girl out. I was gone for no more than 15 minutes, but when I came back the music was gone. I searched the whole studio inside and out looking for the music. Then the guys came back with Alex and Brain and I was in trouble. When dad walked in, I began to cry. I knew I was in trouble and I hated being in trouble because I wasn’t the trouble making kind. Then dad asked where the sheet music was, my reply, “I…I lost it. I went to the bathroom and when I came back it was gone!” Dad picked me up and carried me in the office next door to the studio. He sat me down in one of the chairs and said he’d be back. A few minutes later Frank came in, he wasn’t happy. He yelled and then I kicked him in the knee and ran out of the room. I refused to let myself remember those awful words. I ran out and found dad, I cried hugging him as he took me out to the car and drove me home. The session was canceled till the music was found. I pulled myself out of the memory. I was still sitting up in bed, the blankets over only my legs, and I was staring at my orange wall. Once fully out of the day dream I came to find dad sitting on the edge of my bed. He was just about to say something when I leaned forward and hugged him. He really doesn’t know what went on between me and Frank at the studio, he just said I was upset cause I lost the music, he was half right. “I heard your voice and I came to see if you were okay?” “I’m fine dad, go on back to bed.” He yawned and stretched his arms then said, “Okay. Oh and Bandit sweetie… happy birthday.” We smiled at each other for a slit second. Then he left. I decided I would try to sleep, but two seconds later my eyes snapped back open. Memories never rest. I rested my head back on my pillow, rolling over to my left side and pulling up my tie dye blanket, I closed my eyes and tried one more time. Finally sleep can. Dreamless, thankfully.