2Author's Note: Hey! My name is Ellie Slaughter as you all can painfully see. :) and this is my first fiction on this site. I normally write on fanfiction, but my friend recently told me about this site and I was just like HOLY SHIT! I can finally write original stories without stupid disclaimers. :D So, behold, my creation.
Love, Sex, & Drugs
Chapter One: Under Sheets, Undercover
I sat down at the family dining table with my stubborn mother and closed-minded father having another "heated debate" as my mother would like to call them. My identical twin beside me laughed at everyone's tense faces and continued to eat her peas. I can't believe my parents are making my sister and I go to fucking boarding school. What the fuck is up with that? Do I look like some stupid fucking California prep? I don't want to go to boarding school where all the girls wear tight shirts and skimpy skirts and flaunt around with their noses in the air like my fucking sister does. I looked toward my father; I used to be his little girl. In the past, I would be able to get away with this. I don't know what the hell happened. Oh, wait! I know, fucking rehab.
"Chetan, I expect you to pack your bags tonight. Your plane leaves Sunday morning," my mom spoke, not even looking at me. Her eyes concentrating on the peas in her bowl. Fucking Sunday. Is she stupid? That's two days away! I felt betrayed. I felt fucking betrayed by my own goddamned mother!
"Are you fucking kidding me?! That's two fucking days away! How do you fucking expect me to pack all my shit in two days?! You've fucking lost it, I'm not going. You can shove that shit up your ass." I told my parents in a defiant manner. If they think I'm going anywhere, they're insane, especially Maria. Maria looked up at me and glared; some mother she turned out to be.
"Chetan, language. I don't care if you want to go or not. It's either you go or you go to back to rehab," she spoke not looking up at me, but I could tell she was seething inside. Who does Maria think she is? I looked at my dad waiting for him to defend me, tell my mom that I don't have to go if I don't want to, but all he did was just sit there, eating. I heard a chuckle to my left and turned to my sister with a frown. Of course, she would have something to say.
"Oh, Chetan, stop being so melodramatic. It's just boarding school. I, for one, don't have a problem going to boarding school because of you. So, please, if you will, shut up and enjoy dinner. As a matter of fact, mother, how was your day today?" She asked in a dry tone turning to my mom. I glared at her and clenched my fists. Deep breaths. Breathe in. Breathe out. Don't bash her fucking face in the ground! I gave a hard look to my mom who shrugged her shoulders as if saying it was done. Final. I sulked in my chair, clearly defeated. I stole one last glance at my father who nodded along with my mom. Fucking traitor, I thought at least he would say something. I stood up abruptly from my chair, knocking it down in the process, and grabbed my plate and threw it across the room. I stalked to the door and grabbed my keys off the cherry wood end table in the foyer and exited the house with a slam. I clenched my fists and unclenched them trying to cool down, but with no avail. I was pissed, livid.
My mom and dad thought it would be a good idea for me to go to boarding school because I'm a "problem" child in their eyes. Okay, so what, I skip school, drink, smoke, party, and go to court and rehab. I know that they're only doing that so they won't have to deal with me in the near future. And to top it off, they're making my bitchy sister tag along. Mom always did like Riley more. She was her favorite all because at age five my mom wanted me to do ballet, but I didn't want to. So she went and asked Riley and Riley being Riley went and did as she was fucking told like the little lap dog she is. She excelled and my mom ate that shit up. Ever since then, my mom has some sort of hate out towards me, which I could care less; my life doesn't revolve around fucking Maria Aker. She always did despise the fact that I'd rather play with the boys instead of inside with stupid Barbie dolls I had no use for. The only thing I did with them was bite of the head and throw them in the fireplace.
I slid in the driver's side of my beat up red '96 Ford Mustang and started the ignition. Just thinking about my mom and my sister make my blood boil and I'm pissing myself off just thinking about it. Once the old thing started up I drove off and went to the only place that can help with my shitty mood right now, the Ravine. It's a spot that everyone knows about. It's infamously known for what happens there. Not everything that happens at the Ravine stays at the Ravine. People like to talk and shit always walks. I started going to the Ravine when I was in the eighth grade and that was about three years ago. I went there with my best friend, Joey Herman. I knew that kid ever since the first grade when he pulled my hair and I punched him in the gut. We went there with his cousin, 3D (which stands for three dents... in his head. Story is he was dropped when he was a baby, I believe it. The kid is dumb as fuck or it could be from all the shrooms he does) who at the time, wanted us to come get wasted and that it was only a one time deal, but we all know how that came out. I ended going back for more to escape home. Home had begun to be my Hell. My father was acting weird. My mom was her usual loathing self and my sister just being her usual stuck-up annoying self. I began to get in trouble in school then with the law, then I went to rehab, yadda yadda yadda; blah blah bullshit.
When I reached the stop light I pulled out my pack of cigarettes from the glove compartment, lit the cancer stick, and took a drag. I felt the warmth of the cigarette course through my body and I got that tingle I always get when I smoke. I heard a car honk behind me and groaned in frustration. Fucking impatient bastards. I clenched the steering wheel determined not to get out of my car and go bash that fucker's face into the gravel. I looked up at the traffic light anticipating the yellow light. I drummed on the wheel and when the light reluctantly changed to yellow, I stomped my foot on the gas pedal and sped off. Looking in my rearview to see if the fucker caught the red light, I saw his car run the red light and speeding up towards me. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I don't have time for this shit. I was already in a bad mood as it was. I pressed my right foot on the gas even more to get where I needed to be, listened to Betty roar, and sped down the street. I always knew Oregon had some crazy ass people, why my family moved here from Georgia is beyond me. I turned on the radio and listen to the music as it filled my ears. How I love music. It calms me down more than cigarettes and Scotch combined. I looked to my right and saw the same car back at the light driving ahead of me, not before I flipped him the bird and he looked at me with a contemptuous visage and sped off even faster in their Audi. Asshole. I sighed and turned left onto a back way street then made another left at the old abandoned morgue. I looked at the normally empty parking lot for a parking space. I drove slowly around not really finding one to my liking and decided to park it near the woods, threw my cigarette bud out the car door when I opened it, stepped out of my car, and stretched my back. I casually shoved my hands in my back pockets and entered the woods where I parked my car near.
I followed the path that we made to get to the Ravine better and took another cigarette out of my back pocket I have for backup purposes. I lit the stick and took a long drag. I sighed in content. Damn, for nicotine sticks to be deadly, they sure make me happy inside. As I made my way further into the clearing, I heard the bass pumping and I heard people yelling having a good time. I looked around the woods to see if anyone was following me, paranoia. Somehow, every time I walk this path to the Ravine, I get paranoid. I never did like walking by myself to the Ravine. I sped up my pace just in case someone was following me and I didn't see them. I looked back behind me one more time and then I bumped into someone. My cigarette practically flew out from my hand. Whoever just fucking bumped into me is going to supply me with another. I'm not fucking employed. I fell right on my ass and I looked sharply at the bastard who caused my downfall.
"Hey, you bastard! Watch where the fuck you're walking!" I yelled at the guy who bumped into me. He didn't look familiar, but then again the Ravine has tons of people that come here like every fucking day and I may be popular around the scene here, but I don't know every waste of space that makes their way around this part of town. He looked at me apologetically and held out his hand for me to take.
"Oh crap, my bad. I didn't see you there. Really, I am," he said sheepishly while scratching the back of his neck with his free hand. I grunted and reluctantly took his long, slender hand. "Are you okay?" He asked with a boyish smile on his full lips. He shook his brown hair out of his eyes and I saw his piercing blue eyes. He had a cute little button nose, too. Damn, he was cute.
"Yeah, I'm good, but your ass owes me another cigarette. Those things aren't cheap," I said that as I continued to the Ravine leaving Pretty Boy behind me.
"Wait!" He shouted, "Um, I was looking for my sister. She's about your height, with brown hair down her back, blue eyes; she was wearing a Hollister shirt and some jeans. Have you seen her? This is my first time coming to the Ravine and she went off with this dude and I haven't seen her since." I stopped walking, but I didn't turn back around. There was only one place where all the girls "disappear" to; the RVs. I snorted.
"No, I haven't seen your sister, kid. But girls around here only disappear to one place, the RVs in the parking lot." I said starting to walk. "Oh! If I were you, I would knock before I enter the RV. It gets pretty steamy in there." I said dismissively and I tossed him a two fingered salute. I shoved my hands back into my back pocket, it's pretty nippy outside. No shocker there. When the music proceeded to get louder I knew I was at my destination; the Ravine.
The Ravine is a clearing in the woods behind an old morgue where people come to drink, party, have sex, and occasionally people would go out and drag race on the main road. In reality, we're all just a bunch kids having fun and getting trashed. We all have something in common at the Ravine, we're all royally fucked in one way or another. Sometimes when things get heavy or when people don't want to go home, they crash inside the old morgue. There's always someone there.
I saw the bonfire ablaze in the center and people dancing (dry humping more likely), drinking, and some were at their cars around the pit. I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up. This is home. I saw Joey on top of his car talking to some blonde chick. That was nothing new. I marched my way over to the pair. I guess I was going to be a cock blocker, but Joey wouldn't care. I always cock block. I saw the blonde headed girl whisper something in his ear and he smiled in response. I laughed, typical. Girls are always throwing themselves at him. I don't blame them. Joey is hot with his blonde bed hair, deep dimples, his cute boyish face, pearly white smile, tall and slender, deep ocean blue eyes, and a deep fuck me voice that can get you to do anything. He was the shit, I must admit. He looked up from the blonde and made eye contact with me. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but to smile back at him. I stopped in front of him and put my hands on my hip, cocking my eyebrow. The blonde he was talking to looked at me and glared. I didn't pay her much attention. Though, Joey actually did a good job this time. She was actually kind of pretty with dyed blonde hair in a bob cut, big brown eyes, and fat ass lips like Angelina Jolie, it kind of turned me on. Joey turned to me and kept his smile on his face. Every time he smiled, it always seemed to reach his eyes. That was one thing I always admired about Joey.
"Baby! I thought you were going to eat dinner with your family, but I knew you wouldn't be able to resist me," he said with a glint in his eyes. I laughed and shook my head. Then my smile flaunted and my head dropped, remembering that I still have to tell him I'm going to boarding school Sunday. I think he caught it and he stood up and put his finger underneath my chin to make me look at him. "Whoa, what's wrong Chetan?" He asked looking concerned. I tried to look everywhere but at him, knowing that this would be hard to tell him. We have never really been apart from each other. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I quickly shut my mouth back. He turned to the blonde and talked to her, but I wasn't really paying attention. I was trying to conjugate how I was going to tell him. I saw the blonde get up off the hood of Joey's black Impala and stalk away.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the roof of his car that we always talk to each other on. It's like an unspoken rule. If we need to talk, we talk on top of the Impala. I hopped on top and faced Joey and he did the same.
"Okay, what the fuck happened?" He demanded. I sighed.
"I'm going to boarding school Sunday with Riley... in California. San Diego to be exact," I said just barely over my normal tone. He stared at me and then his eyes bulged out.
"The fuck? Way to be a fucking joker. Now tell me the real reason dammit, I had a hot girl this time Chetan and I was this close," he motioned with his pointer finger and his thumb the distance, "to fucking her. Now, tell me the truth." I felt my anger rising, again.
"You dumbass! I'm telling you the truth! I'm going to some boarding school!" I yelled at him. Once when he processed the truth his shoulders slumped slightly.
"No fucking way," he mumbled to himself, though I could still hear him. "Damn. That's deep." I nodded gravely, he muttered something under his breath, but I couldn't make out what he was saying. Then he suddenly hopped off the hood and I followed suit not really knowing what he was doing. He grabbed my hand and led me away from the Ravine and into the clearing. I followed him like a lost puppy not really knowing where his intended destination was.
"Dammit Joey, slow the fuck down. Where are we going?" I demanded my anger bubbling back up. He turned back to me and gave me one of his dazzling smiles and even in the evening skies, his teeth were shinning. I muttered a string of profanities under my breath and followed the leader. We exited the woods and went straight into the old morgue. I held my breath when we entered. It smells like decayed flesh and burnt skin with off white pasty walls that are chipped and pealing. Joey led me to the main room where there used to be a row of seats for family members to sit and do all their dead people business. Gazing at the few people in the morgue, I saw a deathly skinny, bland looking brunette with wavy hair that came down to her back, sporting a pair of faded black skinny jeans, and a Transformers shirt that looked like it could belong to a five year old talking to an Asian with blonde and black hair that was all over the place and looked like he was wearing orange swimming trunks with swirls on the side and an all black shirt that didn't match what he was wearing at all. I realized those two people were Erin and Lance. Joey walked over there to them with me in tow.
It's not that I have anything against Lance and Erin; it's just that they're annoying. Erin tries too fucking hard to be my friend and Lance is just annoying to look at. His fucking hair looks like vomit. I glanced over at Joey who had a content smile on his face, but he always has one on. I guess I can tolerate his friends for one night… even if they are piss offs. Erin looked up from talking to Lance and she smiled up at Joey and me.
"Chetan! Joey! I haven't seen you two in the morgue for some time now!" She yelled in her annoying voice. It took every fiber of my being not to cringe at it. Instead I just forced out a smile that probably looked really hideous right now.
"Well, I didn't feel like coming in the morgue anymore. It started getting too crowded, fucking posers trying to come down here to be cool and fuck shit up," I said with annoyance. About three months ago, these fucking scene kid posers came down here to be "cool" and shit, but the Ravine isn't supposed to be "cool" for fucking scene kid wannabes to make it a fad like they tried doing with gauges. The Ravine is a place for the misfits, not for the socially retarded. They came down here and tried to turn shit around with their "straight edge" babble. The fuck? I'm not going to stop drinking because some lame low life wants me to. Those bastards tried to take over the morgue, but I wasn't having that. I simply just told the fuckers to never come back, but I had reinforcement. Lance nodded his head, his vomit hair flying all around making my stomach turn. Can he stop?
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he said as he took a hold of Erin's hand. I rolled my eyes and looked over in the back of the morgue and I saw some people that I've never seen before, again, but the difference was, the back was mine. No one sits in the back, except for me. I even engraved my name in the wall to mark what's rightfully mine. I cocked my head towards them.
"Hey, who are those people in the back?" I motioned to the group of three in the back with my head. Lance turned and looked. Then with a shrug of his shoulder, he turned around. Joey shook his head slowly.
"Baby, please don't start anything heavy tonight. I actually want to spend time with you before you leave me forever." Joey said, his ocean orbs pleading and his full lips were pouting just a little bit. I shook my head.
"I can't. Those people need to know who the fuck runs this place and it's me," I said heading to the back, but I didn't get very far because Joey grabbed my arm and pulled me back to his side. His arm slowly wrapped around my waist and I crossed my arms.
"No, just stay here with me." I stomped my foot in defeat and plopped down on the old carpet. Joey smiled at me and sat next to me. His arm making its way back to my side. He hugged me from the side and kissed my cheek then my temple. "Thanks baby, I owe you one," he said with a shit eating grin on his boyish face. Only Joey can get me to do something against my will and I hate him for it.
"Whatever."
I sighed and leaned my head on Joey's lap and played with the hem of his band tee. He started stroking my black, curly mane. I don't know what I'm going to do in San Diego without my best friend. The only person I'll have with me is my stupid sister and that's nothing. It's just not fair. I heard Erin laugh, breaking my train of thought in the process.
"You two act like a married couple. You're so cute together. I don't know why you guys just won't go out," she said with light laughter in her tone. I rolled my eyes for the twentieth time that night; I wish people would stop saying that. Joey and I are strictly just friends. They need to implant it in their thick skulls that Joey and I will never go out with each other. Sure, granted we kiss each other on the lips and other mild places, but that's just out of love for one another. I opened my mouth to say something, but Joey beat me to it with his deep bass laugh. I felt his body vibrate from the action and he stopped playing with my hair.
"I love her, but we're just friends. Everyone says that. I don't know why." Joey said with a slight shrug. Lance laughed and then kissed Erin on the lips and turned back to Joey.
"That's because you two do things that most friends don't do to one another. You call her baby, you kiss her, she kisses you back, it's just weird," he said shrugging his shoulders. Joey looked down at me and rolled his eyes. Then his hands found their way back into my hair. I sighed in content. His long, slender hands were massaging my scalp and his other hand was resting on my abdomen.
Not that I wouldn't mind starting a relationship with Joey, but we're just friends. I'm scared to lose Joey as a friend. In the past I've lost most of my friends due my anger and other childish things. I definitely don't want to lose Joey because our relationship ended wrong; I'd rather have him as a friend then not have him at all. I looked up at the off white ceiling mindlessly. Not really caring about anything. I didn't want to think about going to boarding school Sunday nor did I want to think about leaving Joey, leaving the Ravine, leaving the morgue, leaving everything I know behind.
"Joey, let's stay here tonight. Y'know, for old times' sake." I said softly, one of the rare moments in life where I'm not being brash. He looked down at me and his eyes turned into liquid orbs and his bedazzling smile graced his face. His free hand traced my lips and he nodded.
"Sure, baby. I don't care. It's not like my pops would care anyway," he said with a shrug. I smiled.
Joey turned to a bag by Lance's foot and grabbed a beer and a little packet with Purple Pills inside, "you want one?" He gestured to the can of beer in his hand. I nodded. Fucking finally I can get wasted. He turned again and grabbed another can and passed it to me. I took it gratefully. I popped open the can, took a sip, and felt the burning sensation of the liquor that went down my throat. The inside of my body was warming up with the sensation. The bitter tasting drink leaving hot trails down my throat and stomach as it made its way in my system. I heard Joey sigh and then he stopped playing in my hair and ran his fingers through his blonde hair. "Damn, what am I going to do without you? Do you know this will be the longest we've ever been apart?" He asked looking down at me, his azure eyes piercing through mine. My stomach got this sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach when he looked at me like that. I nodded my head solemnly. I didn't want to think about me moving today. I just wanted to have fun and think about moving the day I had to move.
"I know, but I don't wanna think about it right now. I just want to think about it when the time comes." His hands cupped my face and then he stared in my eyes for the tenth time tonight. Erin and Lance looked at us with grins on their faces and I felt like bashing theirs in the fucking wall. Erin whispered something in Lance's ear while he looked at me and nodded. Simultaneously, they took the packet of Purple Pills from Joey's hand and grinned.
"You have some Bennies!" Lance shouted and popped one in his mouth and passed one to Erin. Erin smiled and slowly put the pill on her tongue and swallowed. She passed the little packet to me and I grabbed it gratefully. I took three out from the packet and Joey grabbed my wrist.
"Whoa, baby, do you know how many milligrams those are? Are you trying to kill yourself?" He asked pissed off. I snatched my wrist away and popped all three in my mouth and gulped them down dry. I glared at Joey and passed him the Purple Pills.
"I don't care. I haven't had any in a month. Y'know, rehab and shit," I spoke and started to chug my beer. From the corner of my eye I saw Joey shake his head in disapproval, but popped two pills in his mouth and laid down on his back and stared at the off white ceiling that started to chip. I grabbed another beer from the bag by Lance and continued to drink.
I didn't care if I was going to overdose. I've ODed three times already. It's not like I would care much if it happened one more time. My life was already shitty, so who cares if one more thing was going to fuck it up. Fate has been a real bitch to me in all of my years of living. My mother was fucking irrevocable, fate stuck me with that bitch for the rest of her life. I hope she rots in pieces. Then fate decided to have my wonderful boyfriend of four years ditch me for some skank that he met in bar. Turns out the bitch was a transvestite. Everyone knows you look below the belt because things aren't always what they seem. Then when I tried for girls, my girlfriend was too much. It ended...differently. But, I still love her. She will always have a place in my heart, but we just won't be together as a couple. The only thing fate did get right was Joey, God only knows what I would do without him. He's like the air I breathe, I need him in my life. He's my best friend, my one and only love that loves me back.
I didn't want to feel anything. I didn't want to remember anything. All that I wanted to do was drink myself in a coma and pray to El that I never wake up. Oh, wait, that did happen and I woke up the next fucking day.
I took another beer. Then another one. And I kept going, and I didn't care. Soon one turned into three, three turned into seven, and seven turned into twelve. I started to see two of everything. My vision was getting blurry and my eyelids was starting to feel like it weighed a ton. The room started to spin. My head began to throb. My body was getting hot, it felt like I was on fire, but I was somehow numb to the burn. I sat up and scooted to the corner and just started, aimlessly. I didn't know what I was looking at, but it was something. My body started to cool down and then it felt deathly cold. I looked at my hands and they looked clamy and blue. I felt hot tears at the brim of my eyes. I tried looking for Joey, but all I saw were monsters around me. One was yellow and had horns and a purple tongue hanging out from his mouth. Then I turned to my right and there was two, cuddled and gnawing at each others flesh. I let out a choked sob and watched the green monster gnaw at the pink monster. It was all before my eyes. Why didn't anyone see this? Why wasn't someone coming to help me? Where the fuck was Joey?
I heard a cracking sound from the ceiling. I gazed up and saw that the roof was going to cave in. My heart pumped in my chest, threatening to come out. My breathing started to get shallow. Rapid breathing. Hollow intakes. I tried to shout out to someone to come help me, but nothing escaped my lips. I made no sound. I frantically tried to get up, but my body didn't move. It was as if I was immobile. What's wrong with my body? I looked back up and the ceiling was about to cave any minute. What could I do?
I wept. That was the only thing I could do. A purple haze started to cloud my vision and I could see the ceiling caving in. Caving in on only me. The wood crushed my body, but I felt nothing. I was numb. The purple merged with the blackness that crept in my line of sight. Together they blended and created a a darkness only for me. It was weird, this sensation. It wasn't like any other and I welcomed it. The intertwined colors formed a tragic silent symphony that was singing to me softly, "come and play". I listened. I succumbed into the darkness.
Besides who's scared of the dark?
Surely, not me.
To shut up in measureless content, that's an overdose.
There you have it. The first chapter.(: Please review, homeskillet.