Stoned faith (sequel to - secrets are better off secret), chapter 2
We sat and waited, the hairs on our necks standing up like soldiers standing to attention.
An hour or so pasted.
I stuck my head out first to make sure the coast was clear, and when it was I signaled to the others.
We quickly hurried back to my house, were we had told everyone we where the entire time.
We snuck quietly and carefully though the back door and down into the basement.
"Ryan, I didn't like at all!" she spoke in a very shaken voice.
"I'm sorry, Jody. I shouldn't of brought you down there," I apologized. She definitely wasn't that kind of girl.
Some times I wondered how a guy like me ended up with a girl like her, rich, smart, beautiful, and a good girl.
That's the part were I got lost, how does a good girl like her fall into a bad boy like me?
I pushed gently her brown hair off her face, revealing her bright green eyes. Like moons in her face, they shone in the light.
"Look Ryan, I just don't want you getting into any of that drugs and stuff... Come on you've had a hard enough run as it is. With the police and all!" she said with a sigh.
"I know, I know," I hushed. With no real words to say. She was right. She was ALWAYS right.
"Just think about it, OKAY?" she said as she perked up on her toes and kissed me softy on the cheek. Then left quickly in a rush, still shaken after everything.
I watched her as she left the basement, closing the door softly behind her.
After she left the three of us were left.
We looked at each other, there was a nervous silence.
"You still got 'em Ry?" Tom asked.
"Yea sure, course, I wouldn't throw away this stuff, A HUNDRED bucks man. What am I retarded?" I replied sarcastically pulling the bag out my pocket.
"You thinking what I'm thinkin' Ry?" he questioned. Sounding sly.
A grin came to my face.
"Now we got 'em. Why waste 'em?" I replied.
Tom smiled back. Joey didn't.
"I dunno guys, what if my Dad catches me?" he asked, I could here his shaking voice.
"Buck up Kid, look man were 16 and if you wanna be in OUR band and jam with OUR music then you gotta act older man. You may be 13 but hey, you're hanging with 16 year olds." Tom pointed out. And he reached into the open bag of joints.
He grabbed two, stuck one in his mouth and shoved the other over at Joey.
I grabbed one myself.
"You go first Ry," Tom said, as he chucked me a lighter.
I took in a deep breath of fresh air before lighting it and taking a puff. I smiled mischievously and threw the lighter to Tom.
A few puffs later, and we all knew it was starting to kick in.
My feet felt as though they were walking on clouds. My head was so light it was as if it was full of helium, my eyes saw colors, red, blue and purple...
The slightest jokes seemed hilarious. My problems seemed to float away, as if they were no longer problems.
There was a sensation of tingling... Shaking. We all lost complete control of our bodies, then it all came to a blur.
The next thing I knew, I awoke with a thumping pain in my head.
I barely lifted my head. My vision in pieces. My mind all over the place, the light from the sun was like flames hitting my eyes. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, which didn't change anything.
"Argg... Where the fuck am i?" I asked my self.
I looked around, still blinking oddly.
Where was i?
An ally?
Then I realized. I was in the St. Forman ally way, behind the St. Faith rock pit.
I groaned loudly. Stumbled up to my feet, using the wall as support.
I used the wall to help me keep my balance as I made my way out of the dark ally.
When I reached the main street it was flooded with people all heading off to there busy days of work.
'What day is it? ' I asked myself.
I gazed up at the clock tower, in the central town.
It read eleven thirty.
I knew that clock had always been 15 minutes slow, that's just the way it was.
Which meant it was quarter to twelve, on a Monday morning.
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
I was dead. Mike was going to kill me.
I rushed home as best I could.
Not very well rested after a night of sleeping in an ally way.
I couldn't remember how I got there, but I did. All I knew was that I was high.
What happened to Joey and T was a blank to me.
When I reached Mike's house I snuck across the front lawn. I kept low trying to avoid getting court at all costs.
Suddenly the front door opened. And Marie (mikes Wife) walked slowly out to the letter box. I took cover in a near by bush and watched her intently threw the leaves. Keeping as quite as possible.
As she walked back passed the bush were I was hiding... My phone rang.
'SHIT! ' I thought.
Luckily, for me she didn't hear.
I quickly hit the red button hanging up on who ever was calling.
I sighed in relief when she didn't notice me, and walked casually back into the house reading the letters.
Then suddenly a hand came down hard on my shoulder.
"Got cha!" the loud voice exclaimed.
I turned around in shock, as the hand lifted me to my feet.
"Where the hell were you last nigh Ryan?" Mike growled angrily.
"Friends house... " I stuttered. I was so nervous. I hated lying. Nor was I any good at it.
"Then why the fuck didn't you call!? I was worried about you kid! What was I supposed to think?" he yelled.
"I... I would of called... But T's phone was dead.." I lied. I knew I lied. I hated lying especially to Mike. The man who took me in and gave me a home.
"His phone dead? Kid. Why are you lying to me?" he knew just like that I was lying.
My hart beat sped up. The guilt sunk in, like the ocean sinks a ship.
"I just talked to Tom's brother on the phone. Tom hasn't come home either. Now Kid stop with the lie's just tell me what you did last night?" I hesitated. I couldn't possibly do it. I just couldn't.
"Now!" he snapped.
I fearfully shook my head.
"That's it! You tell me what happened right now! Where gonna sort this out! And were gonna do it NOW!" he bellowed.
"I... Can't remember... Look I really need to get some sleep," I said and began to walk away.
Mike viscously grabbed me by my jacket and wrenched me back.
He held tightly onto my jacket not letting me go anywhere.
Then he pulled an odd face.
He looked angrily at me. Then sniffed the air. Then he lent closely towards me and sniffed again.
He looked up at me with disappointment in his eyes.
"Drugs," he said with a sigh.
"You, Ryan. Drugs," he stuttered.
"Why? Ryan. I thought I knew you better than this. I thought I could trust you" he said as he shook his head.
"What are you going to do now? Kick me out?" I sighed with regret. I knew I deserved it.
"No. You're my brother. But were gonna fucking get through this Ryan," he sighed. He wasn't yelling just talking. He didn't need to yell I already felt sick with regret and guilt.
"You're grounded until further notice." He instructed pointing his finger sharply up the stairs.
I hung my head and made my way to my room.
I threw my self down on the bed (well, all my bed was, was a mattress) and stared plainly at the ceiling.
My room hadn't changed since I moved in.
The same poster on the wall, guitars still sitting on the walls.
After I lay there for a while, just thinking to myself I began to worry.
What had happened to Tom? What about Joey? He's only thirteen, I'd always forget that.
I thought about calling them, but then I'd have to go down stairs to the phone, which meant I'd see Mike and have to explain to him how I smoked a couple of joints with his best friends, thirteen-year-old son.
I felt sick with worry and guilt.
I wasn't sure what Mike meant when he said, 'where gonna get threw this'. What was there to get threw? It was a one time.
Well, at this point it was a one time.
Soon enough I drifted into a deep sleep.
My heavily eye lids closed tightly over my warn down eyes. I didn't dream; just saw black for what didn't seem long.
When I awoke the phone was ringing. Loudly, in my ear.
I slowly pulled myself up and dragged myself down stairs.
No one was home. This would explain why no one had answered the phone.
I picked up the receiver and replied in my half asleep voice.
"Hey... " I mumbled unhappily.
"Ryan!" replied a desperate frightened, high pitched voice.
"You have to help me!" they begged.
"Slow down... Who's this?" I replied confused in my sate of drowsy-ness.
"Its Jacob!" he panicked. Before I could say anything else he blubbered on.
"It's Joey! I found him in the back yard... He won't wake up!" he panicked.
"Calm down! I'll be there right away," I said. A threw down the phone and headed for the back yard.
An hour or so pasted.
I stuck my head out first to make sure the coast was clear, and when it was I signaled to the others.
We quickly hurried back to my house, were we had told everyone we where the entire time.
We snuck quietly and carefully though the back door and down into the basement.
"Ryan, I didn't like at all!" she spoke in a very shaken voice.
"I'm sorry, Jody. I shouldn't of brought you down there," I apologized. She definitely wasn't that kind of girl.
Some times I wondered how a guy like me ended up with a girl like her, rich, smart, beautiful, and a good girl.
That's the part were I got lost, how does a good girl like her fall into a bad boy like me?
I pushed gently her brown hair off her face, revealing her bright green eyes. Like moons in her face, they shone in the light.
"Look Ryan, I just don't want you getting into any of that drugs and stuff... Come on you've had a hard enough run as it is. With the police and all!" she said with a sigh.
"I know, I know," I hushed. With no real words to say. She was right. She was ALWAYS right.
"Just think about it, OKAY?" she said as she perked up on her toes and kissed me softy on the cheek. Then left quickly in a rush, still shaken after everything.
I watched her as she left the basement, closing the door softly behind her.
After she left the three of us were left.
We looked at each other, there was a nervous silence.
"You still got 'em Ry?" Tom asked.
"Yea sure, course, I wouldn't throw away this stuff, A HUNDRED bucks man. What am I retarded?" I replied sarcastically pulling the bag out my pocket.
"You thinking what I'm thinkin' Ry?" he questioned. Sounding sly.
A grin came to my face.
"Now we got 'em. Why waste 'em?" I replied.
Tom smiled back. Joey didn't.
"I dunno guys, what if my Dad catches me?" he asked, I could here his shaking voice.
"Buck up Kid, look man were 16 and if you wanna be in OUR band and jam with OUR music then you gotta act older man. You may be 13 but hey, you're hanging with 16 year olds." Tom pointed out. And he reached into the open bag of joints.
He grabbed two, stuck one in his mouth and shoved the other over at Joey.
I grabbed one myself.
"You go first Ry," Tom said, as he chucked me a lighter.
I took in a deep breath of fresh air before lighting it and taking a puff. I smiled mischievously and threw the lighter to Tom.
A few puffs later, and we all knew it was starting to kick in.
My feet felt as though they were walking on clouds. My head was so light it was as if it was full of helium, my eyes saw colors, red, blue and purple...
The slightest jokes seemed hilarious. My problems seemed to float away, as if they were no longer problems.
There was a sensation of tingling... Shaking. We all lost complete control of our bodies, then it all came to a blur.
The next thing I knew, I awoke with a thumping pain in my head.
I barely lifted my head. My vision in pieces. My mind all over the place, the light from the sun was like flames hitting my eyes. I blinked and rubbed my eyes, which didn't change anything.
"Argg... Where the fuck am i?" I asked my self.
I looked around, still blinking oddly.
Where was i?
An ally?
Then I realized. I was in the St. Forman ally way, behind the St. Faith rock pit.
I groaned loudly. Stumbled up to my feet, using the wall as support.
I used the wall to help me keep my balance as I made my way out of the dark ally.
When I reached the main street it was flooded with people all heading off to there busy days of work.
'What day is it? ' I asked myself.
I gazed up at the clock tower, in the central town.
It read eleven thirty.
I knew that clock had always been 15 minutes slow, that's just the way it was.
Which meant it was quarter to twelve, on a Monday morning.
"Shit!" I exclaimed.
I was dead. Mike was going to kill me.
I rushed home as best I could.
Not very well rested after a night of sleeping in an ally way.
I couldn't remember how I got there, but I did. All I knew was that I was high.
What happened to Joey and T was a blank to me.
When I reached Mike's house I snuck across the front lawn. I kept low trying to avoid getting court at all costs.
Suddenly the front door opened. And Marie (mikes Wife) walked slowly out to the letter box. I took cover in a near by bush and watched her intently threw the leaves. Keeping as quite as possible.
As she walked back passed the bush were I was hiding... My phone rang.
'SHIT! ' I thought.
Luckily, for me she didn't hear.
I quickly hit the red button hanging up on who ever was calling.
I sighed in relief when she didn't notice me, and walked casually back into the house reading the letters.
Then suddenly a hand came down hard on my shoulder.
"Got cha!" the loud voice exclaimed.
I turned around in shock, as the hand lifted me to my feet.
"Where the hell were you last nigh Ryan?" Mike growled angrily.
"Friends house... " I stuttered. I was so nervous. I hated lying. Nor was I any good at it.
"Then why the fuck didn't you call!? I was worried about you kid! What was I supposed to think?" he yelled.
"I... I would of called... But T's phone was dead.." I lied. I knew I lied. I hated lying especially to Mike. The man who took me in and gave me a home.
"His phone dead? Kid. Why are you lying to me?" he knew just like that I was lying.
My hart beat sped up. The guilt sunk in, like the ocean sinks a ship.
"I just talked to Tom's brother on the phone. Tom hasn't come home either. Now Kid stop with the lie's just tell me what you did last night?" I hesitated. I couldn't possibly do it. I just couldn't.
"Now!" he snapped.
I fearfully shook my head.
"That's it! You tell me what happened right now! Where gonna sort this out! And were gonna do it NOW!" he bellowed.
"I... Can't remember... Look I really need to get some sleep," I said and began to walk away.
Mike viscously grabbed me by my jacket and wrenched me back.
He held tightly onto my jacket not letting me go anywhere.
Then he pulled an odd face.
He looked angrily at me. Then sniffed the air. Then he lent closely towards me and sniffed again.
He looked up at me with disappointment in his eyes.
"Drugs," he said with a sigh.
"You, Ryan. Drugs," he stuttered.
"Why? Ryan. I thought I knew you better than this. I thought I could trust you" he said as he shook his head.
"What are you going to do now? Kick me out?" I sighed with regret. I knew I deserved it.
"No. You're my brother. But were gonna fucking get through this Ryan," he sighed. He wasn't yelling just talking. He didn't need to yell I already felt sick with regret and guilt.
"You're grounded until further notice." He instructed pointing his finger sharply up the stairs.
I hung my head and made my way to my room.
I threw my self down on the bed (well, all my bed was, was a mattress) and stared plainly at the ceiling.
My room hadn't changed since I moved in.
The same poster on the wall, guitars still sitting on the walls.
After I lay there for a while, just thinking to myself I began to worry.
What had happened to Tom? What about Joey? He's only thirteen, I'd always forget that.
I thought about calling them, but then I'd have to go down stairs to the phone, which meant I'd see Mike and have to explain to him how I smoked a couple of joints with his best friends, thirteen-year-old son.
I felt sick with worry and guilt.
I wasn't sure what Mike meant when he said, 'where gonna get threw this'. What was there to get threw? It was a one time.
Well, at this point it was a one time.
Soon enough I drifted into a deep sleep.
My heavily eye lids closed tightly over my warn down eyes. I didn't dream; just saw black for what didn't seem long.
When I awoke the phone was ringing. Loudly, in my ear.
I slowly pulled myself up and dragged myself down stairs.
No one was home. This would explain why no one had answered the phone.
I picked up the receiver and replied in my half asleep voice.
"Hey... " I mumbled unhappily.
"Ryan!" replied a desperate frightened, high pitched voice.
"You have to help me!" they begged.
"Slow down... Who's this?" I replied confused in my sate of drowsy-ness.
"Its Jacob!" he panicked. Before I could say anything else he blubbered on.
"It's Joey! I found him in the back yard... He won't wake up!" he panicked.
"Calm down! I'll be there right away," I said. A threw down the phone and headed for the back yard.
