Stoned faith (sequel to - secrets are better off secret), chapter 1
I sucked in the smoke... breathed deeply.
The smoke was thick; yet smelt differently to normal smoke. The wind rustled the dead leaves that lay on the ground.
The taste of blood was in the air. The silence was echoing in my ears. The cold air froze my fingers.
She held tightly onto my arm. She dug her nails in so hard, that if I wasn't wearing a coat it would have broken my skin.
We walked quietly. Slowly. One step at a time.
None of us dared to speak.
We stood in a line, and all walked at once, all four of us.
I didn't look back; if I did I knew they would be there. Laughing, staring at me. There the ones that made me do this. I was forced into this. I didn't want to be here.
I kept my head up. Standing strong. This was so un-like me. So out of charter, and with her. Why did I drag her into this??
I continued to walk... I walked closer and closer to the run down rusted shed. I kept an eye out for them. The ones that were meant to be inside. The reason I was here
I had only seen them once or twice before.
When I was younger. We had been playing with a soccer ball and kicked it over here; when we came to fetch it... they were here.
Dressed in nothing but black, black hair, black jeans, their eyes even seemed to be black. They never smiled. They never spoke, they just watched. Stood and watched with evil glaring eyes.
A thin line of smoke always came form the smashed windows.
As we approached the shed door, she whispered into my ear.
"Ryan, I don't like this."
She whispered so quietly I could barely hear her soft voice.
I didn't reply, I had nothing to say in reply.
As we got to the big door. We all stood and gazed up at it. We were told to ignore the warning signs, we stood for a bit.
I looked over at her, then back to Tom and Joey. Tom and Joey looked at me. They both signalled for me to go ahead.
I stepped forward. Out of our line.
I raised my shaking hand and knocked loudly on the metal door.
I stood back and we waited. None of us were sure weather we should be doing this, but it was far too late to back down now.
Soon one of them answered the door.
Just as I remembered.
The black clothes.
The black hair.
The dull face, the pale skin. He stared at me. I looked at him at eye level. He looked about 17.
"You must be here... " he spoke softy, and slowly, pausing at random.
"For the stuff... " he swallowed. There was something odd about him. Something un-natural. Then I saw it. His pupils were erect; he was stoned. Yet still he didn't smile.
"Denim sent you... didn't ... he?" he asked Eventually.
'why is this taking so long!' I screamed in my mind. I just wanted to get the stuff, take some to prove to Denim and Demo that we were rock, so they would get off our cases!
I nodded to the guy.
He nodded back.
Then went back inside. I went to follow him, but he slammed the door in my face with out even noticing I was there.
I looked back at Tom. He just stared at me. Joey shrugged his shoulders.
I knew I shouldn't of brought her, but same applies for Joey, he was just a kid, I mean he was only 13.
We stood for a bit, waiting. What for, none of us knew. But we waited.
He came back to the door.
He put his hand out, and then looked at me. I had no idea what he was going on about.
I looked back at Joey, Tom and her.
"The money!" Tom hissed.
"Oh, right... " I said, feeling like an idiot. I dug my hand deeply into my pocket and fished around until I pulled out hundred dollar note.
I placed the scrunched up note in his hand.
He looked bluntly at me for a moment. Then down at his hand, then back to me.
All his movents ridged and slow.
Finally he grabbed the note with his other hand and shoved it into his pocket, then in exchange pulled out a plastic bag.
With nine perfectly shaped joints.
I grabbed the bag.
Turned away, they followed. He was left at the door.
Then he turned and closed the door. Locking it tightly. The sounds of the locks banging shut echoed in the empty shed were he hid.
He watched us from his smashed window.
He didn't blink. His glare powerful and dark. It ran shivers down my spine.
As we walked we all looked down at the ground. If we looked forward, Denim and his bastard friends would be there, staring laughing. If we looked back, his eyes. His cold dark eyes would be glaring at us.
When we reached the wire fence, were Denim and his friends stood on the other side, I climbed though the hole first, then carefully helping her though.
Joey and Tom followed closely behind. All eager to get this over and done with.
We stood in front of Denim and his friends. There was about twenty of them.
He smiled. A grin from ear to ear.
"So look, the baby punks did it... they got there first joint!" he smiled. The others all laughed.
"Wow, I thought you babies would freak out... you still ain't punks till you smoke the whole bag" he teased.
We just looked at him. Unsure of what to do next.
Denim smiled at us, with his perfect teeth.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" He prompted.
"Hey man, who made you king of punk? Why do you get to say whose 'punk' and whose not?" Tom stood forward and said.
"Look, 'T', here's the thing... you your only 16 and him, he's bloody 13. As for us were 21. So that's just it... AGE makes us boss," he snarled. T is what we called Tom.
"Now smoke the whole fucking bag, or else you won't be waking up tomorrow!" he threatened.
We looked at each other, exchanged looks.
Then suddenly, an echo. A continues echo coming form the road near by.
It was a siren.
A police car siren.
"Shit, the cops!" Denim exclaimed.
"Split!" one of his friends yelled.
It was hectic; they all ran in seven different directions.
She didn't let go of my arm, I could see Joey panicking, just like his father. I grabbed him with my arm that was free.
And led them both to safety, with Tom following closely behind.
We ducked and dodged though some over grown bushes, that led towards the contaminated river.
The sirens stopped, and all that was left was the sound of wind rustling in the bushes.
We listened intently. We could hear them parking their car just out side the wire fence were the old shed lay.
They walked around. Towards the bush, slowly.
The smoke was thick; yet smelt differently to normal smoke. The wind rustled the dead leaves that lay on the ground.
The taste of blood was in the air. The silence was echoing in my ears. The cold air froze my fingers.
She held tightly onto my arm. She dug her nails in so hard, that if I wasn't wearing a coat it would have broken my skin.
We walked quietly. Slowly. One step at a time.
None of us dared to speak.
We stood in a line, and all walked at once, all four of us.
I didn't look back; if I did I knew they would be there. Laughing, staring at me. There the ones that made me do this. I was forced into this. I didn't want to be here.
I kept my head up. Standing strong. This was so un-like me. So out of charter, and with her. Why did I drag her into this??
I continued to walk... I walked closer and closer to the run down rusted shed. I kept an eye out for them. The ones that were meant to be inside. The reason I was here
I had only seen them once or twice before.
When I was younger. We had been playing with a soccer ball and kicked it over here; when we came to fetch it... they were here.
Dressed in nothing but black, black hair, black jeans, their eyes even seemed to be black. They never smiled. They never spoke, they just watched. Stood and watched with evil glaring eyes.
A thin line of smoke always came form the smashed windows.
As we approached the shed door, she whispered into my ear.
"Ryan, I don't like this."
She whispered so quietly I could barely hear her soft voice.
I didn't reply, I had nothing to say in reply.
As we got to the big door. We all stood and gazed up at it. We were told to ignore the warning signs, we stood for a bit.
I looked over at her, then back to Tom and Joey. Tom and Joey looked at me. They both signalled for me to go ahead.
I stepped forward. Out of our line.
I raised my shaking hand and knocked loudly on the metal door.
I stood back and we waited. None of us were sure weather we should be doing this, but it was far too late to back down now.
Soon one of them answered the door.
Just as I remembered.
The black clothes.
The black hair.
The dull face, the pale skin. He stared at me. I looked at him at eye level. He looked about 17.
"You must be here... " he spoke softy, and slowly, pausing at random.
"For the stuff... " he swallowed. There was something odd about him. Something un-natural. Then I saw it. His pupils were erect; he was stoned. Yet still he didn't smile.
"Denim sent you... didn't ... he?" he asked Eventually.
'why is this taking so long!' I screamed in my mind. I just wanted to get the stuff, take some to prove to Denim and Demo that we were rock, so they would get off our cases!
I nodded to the guy.
He nodded back.
Then went back inside. I went to follow him, but he slammed the door in my face with out even noticing I was there.
I looked back at Tom. He just stared at me. Joey shrugged his shoulders.
I knew I shouldn't of brought her, but same applies for Joey, he was just a kid, I mean he was only 13.
We stood for a bit, waiting. What for, none of us knew. But we waited.
He came back to the door.
He put his hand out, and then looked at me. I had no idea what he was going on about.
I looked back at Joey, Tom and her.
"The money!" Tom hissed.
"Oh, right... " I said, feeling like an idiot. I dug my hand deeply into my pocket and fished around until I pulled out hundred dollar note.
I placed the scrunched up note in his hand.
He looked bluntly at me for a moment. Then down at his hand, then back to me.
All his movents ridged and slow.
Finally he grabbed the note with his other hand and shoved it into his pocket, then in exchange pulled out a plastic bag.
With nine perfectly shaped joints.
I grabbed the bag.
Turned away, they followed. He was left at the door.
Then he turned and closed the door. Locking it tightly. The sounds of the locks banging shut echoed in the empty shed were he hid.
He watched us from his smashed window.
He didn't blink. His glare powerful and dark. It ran shivers down my spine.
As we walked we all looked down at the ground. If we looked forward, Denim and his bastard friends would be there, staring laughing. If we looked back, his eyes. His cold dark eyes would be glaring at us.
When we reached the wire fence, were Denim and his friends stood on the other side, I climbed though the hole first, then carefully helping her though.
Joey and Tom followed closely behind. All eager to get this over and done with.
We stood in front of Denim and his friends. There was about twenty of them.
He smiled. A grin from ear to ear.
"So look, the baby punks did it... they got there first joint!" he smiled. The others all laughed.
"Wow, I thought you babies would freak out... you still ain't punks till you smoke the whole bag" he teased.
We just looked at him. Unsure of what to do next.
Denim smiled at us, with his perfect teeth.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" He prompted.
"Hey man, who made you king of punk? Why do you get to say whose 'punk' and whose not?" Tom stood forward and said.
"Look, 'T', here's the thing... you your only 16 and him, he's bloody 13. As for us were 21. So that's just it... AGE makes us boss," he snarled. T is what we called Tom.
"Now smoke the whole fucking bag, or else you won't be waking up tomorrow!" he threatened.
We looked at each other, exchanged looks.
Then suddenly, an echo. A continues echo coming form the road near by.
It was a siren.
A police car siren.
"Shit, the cops!" Denim exclaimed.
"Split!" one of his friends yelled.
It was hectic; they all ran in seven different directions.
She didn't let go of my arm, I could see Joey panicking, just like his father. I grabbed him with my arm that was free.
And led them both to safety, with Tom following closely behind.
We ducked and dodged though some over grown bushes, that led towards the contaminated river.
The sirens stopped, and all that was left was the sound of wind rustling in the bushes.
We listened intently. We could hear them parking their car just out side the wire fence were the old shed lay.
They walked around. Towards the bush, slowly.
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