All I Want Is You

The Police, Declan and Parents

Declan's Past

I had never felt so ashamed in my life as I did now stood between two policemen while my father and his solicitor dealt with paperwork pending my realise to appear before the magistrates court in the future.

My father eyed me as though I had broken his favourite golf clubs and couldn't wait to beat me to death with his golf bag.

"Okay Mr Morris he's free to go and you will be notified of the hearing date in due course" the desk Sargent droned on out handing the solicitor a ream of paperwork, before turning and nodding to the constables standing with me.

After having my personal effects returned, I walked out the police station with my father and solicitor bringing up the rear.

"Well you've done it again haven't you" started my father the moment we were in the back of the taxi cab.

"Well I can tell you, that you're a great disappointment to us and you're mother was in tears when she received the call about you, have you anything to say about your behaviour?"

"Just bad luck I guess" probably not one of my better thought out replies, but sheesh the guy was pissing me off.

Okay he was my dad but get off my case, shit happens, it just happened to me that's all.

"Well I can tell you now, you've had enough chances and you've blown them all, so now you will do it my way, do you hear?"

And before I had a chance to formulate a reply he continued.

"I have cancelled your credit and debit cards no more free reign over my money you will receive a monthly allowance to live on and if I get word that you have dishonoured us again then I will pull the plug completely, do you understand Declan, we are sick and tired of your​ juvenile antics and now it will stop or else"

I was still stuck on the no money part.

What the fuc.. how was I supposed to live on a shitty monthly allowance, I needed that money for band rehearsals and stuff, I needed a new guitar and my amp was pretty shit, he can't fucking do this to me the bastard!

As the taxi pulled up at my lodgings I leapt out the cab and stormed up to my door, but not before I bellowed over my shoulder.

"Thanks for nothing dad"

I slammed the door and collapsed on the sofa head in hands, I screamed at the top of my voice.

"Shit! Shit! Shit, fuck you dad, thanks for fucking screwing me over, well I can tell you I've had it with you and mum, I'm gonna get the money I need and do what I wanna do and you'll never see me again and there's sod all you can do about it"

I rushed to my chest of drawers and foraging in the bottom drawer I pulled out my go to tin, taking out a small packet of the white powder I laid it out in two lines on the top of the cabinet and set about calming myself down.

Hours later I had in essence calmed down and in real life come down from my high, especially as I was being forcibly shaken.

"Come on man, where the fuck you been, the guys are waiting, practice remember, shit must be bad if you're late, usually you chewing our arses for being late" Daniel always the one so elequent with words.

And twenty minutes later, still moaning and disoriented, we staggered into the studio, well I did anyway, as soon as we entered the guys acknowledged me and all I could do was grunt out a reply.

The beers were passed round, with the guys getting happier and loosening up as the alcohol took affect, me I was still miserable and moody.

"Hey man snap out of it else we won't get any practice in tonight" Daniel slurred whilst rocking me back and forth.

"Shit man" I spluttered. "I am so... no! we are all so screwed because of my shitty parents" I growled. "Pulling my fucking cards, the bastard's, well fuck em, I don't care"

"Yo! Hear you buddy but shit happens, here have another beer" if anything Daniel was that far gone he wouldn't have heard a word I had said, in fact I couldn't remember either, but I accepted another beer.

"Hey Dec, ain't you got nobody that will lend you's" Trevor asked, his words slow and alcohol affected.

"Nar, the guys I know are skint or tight, bastard's" I bemoaned.

"Come on guys are we going to practice before you're all to pissed to do anything?" The logical voice of Ritchie boomed out, Ritchie was the sensible one, didn't drink to excess, didn't party much and no way would he touch drugs, so not his scene.

Begrudgingly the rest of us between grumbles, moans and threats staggered to our feet and made our way over to our instruments.

To say the rehearsals were a complete and utter disaster was an understatement, we were so high that we couldn't even see our instruments, let alone play them.

So after a few hours of achieving nothing we called it quits and decided to make sure the next time we rehearsed no alcohol or drugs were involved.

After packing away our equipment and exiting the studio, we parted ways and armed with my guitar slung over my back and struggling to haul my amp and speakers, I headed for the taxi rank.

Then it hit me.

shit! I won't be able to afford taxis in the future now, because of my damn parents stopping my money, hell, I came to this bloody college because of them, I didn't want to be here, but they insisted I needed an education if things didn't work out.

So they blackmailed me to attend, else no money, so here I am, but  they've still taken the money away now, sod em.

I really needed to find some money from somewhere, else I'm screwed, where the hell can I get a few grand from in a hurry.

Then it dawned on me.

Taz!

Hell yes she had all that money hidden in her room, I could ask her to lend it to me, probably not a good idea she fucking hates me after what I said and did to her.

But if I were to apologize and tell her some cock and bull story about the fact I was worried over something, you know play on her sympathy, I'm sure I could win her around, then I could ask her.

Now more confident in my future outlook and a plan to
To win Taz back.

I held my head up with a new found confidence and whistled as I made it to a waiting taxi.

Way to get my money!