"no I just get angry very easily, I hate it. I don't want to be angry at you buy I can't help it."


Adam continues hitting the floor.

"please don't I'll do anything, just don't call them."

Adam begs for his life.

"fine call the cops like I care, atleast I will be away from people like you".

Adam begins to feel sick, he runs to the restroom.


The cops then arrive in 10 minutes.

The office finds Adam in the restroom.

"sir we have had a complaint about you"


Adam comes out the cubicle.

"I know at she told you was true, I just snapped".

The offer and Adam come out Adam is handcuffed, the officer then says the usual police speech.

Adam then looks over at Mariko.

Adam is then driven away in the police car.

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Dustyn Blue sits on a bench in his local park, looking more like a normal, everyday teenager rather than a hugely successful pop star. He is wearing a pair of brand new white training shoes which look like the just came out of the box no longer than five minutes ago, a baggy pair of grey jogging bottoms which make his short legs seem even smaller, and a tight fitting white top with a picture of Blondie on the front. Next to him on the bench are multiple shopping bags from his local supermarket. A lot of things appeared to be slightly 'off' about him. One; none of his children seemed to be in sight. Two; the usually cheery Irishman appears to have a look of sadness upon his face and three; Dustyn is smoking a cigarette. He brings his feet up onto the bench and takes out his phone, scrolling through the messages on his Twitter whilst he takes another drag of his cigarette.

Dustyn sighs when he sees Adam, of all the people to come into contact with him during this time it just had to be him. He sends out a few tweets on his phone and takes another drag of his cigarette, trying his best to avoid Adam.

Dustyn scowls at him, looking up from his phone. Dustyn wasn't usually one to start a feud but right now, his life was going through a rough patch and he wasn't going to stand for any bullshit anymore.

"Well you is stupid then. You fucked me on the couch, shouted at my husband then telled one of my bestest friends, Den, that I lead you on and tricked you into doing sex with me. If you can'ts remember that then you should go see a doctor. I know I isn't the sharpest tool in the.....place where tools is kept but I would at least remember something like that."

He takes another drag of his cigarette and rest his arm on the side of the bench.