Stoned faith (sequel to - secrets are better off secret), chapter 3
I came charging around the corner. The wind brushing my hair off my face. I saw the backyard fence and charged for it to make the jump. My heart skipping beats, beating way out of time. I leaped over the fence, I stumbled as I landed. Then fell harshly to the ground, luckily a bush broke my fall. I grazed my leg, with the edge of the path ripping away at my skin. I scrambled up back to my feet and dashed to the back door, I hurdled over Jacob's bike and the garden hose.
Then I reached the back door. I saw no one. Joey was gone, or was he there in the first place? I felt dizzy again. The effects from the...joints began to kick in again. I began to feel uncontrollably angry. I didn't even know why.
"That fucker had me on!" I yelled to myself.
I couldn't stop.
I couldn't think straight,
Goose bumps ran down my arms, yet I was sweating from the heat.
I couldn't tell whether I was hot or cold. The backyard grew fuzzy. The light from the sun pieced my eyes. The back of my head felt like something was going to burst, there was a throbbing pain in my head. I could hear my own heart beat loud and clear. I groaned in anger, or was it confusion? I didn't even know.
A million thoughts ran threw my head at once. 'What was Mike going to do? Did he know what I did? Or was that a dream? Had Jacob really called? Was Joey in trouble?' The thoughts went on and on, I didn't know what was real and what was fake, I had a vague memory of denim, doing what I don't know, I just had picture of him.
Then I began to shout.
"Joey! Joey are you alright?!" I yelled.
Almost instantly someone came to door. It wasn't Joey, or Jacob. Nor was it there parents. Who? And old lady, with a hunched over back. Short snow white hair, with a perm. Dressed in clothes you'd only ever find in an opp shop. She hobbled along with a walking stick an wore her glasses around her neck.
"Who are you, and why you in my back yard?" She snarled.
I was in the wrong house.
"Ah..." I stuttered. I didn't know what to say or how to say it.
Suddenly a pair of hands came down hard on my back. I twisted around quickly.
Mike towered over me, a furious look on his face. He lifted me up and physically dragged me away; he apologized to the old lady. He dragged me back into the house. I watched as Mike dragged me past Estella who watched, with a very concerned look on her face. Mike took me up to his room where he slammed the door behind himself. He let go of me, and I fell to the ground. I was shocked. I had never seen him this mad before. Never had I seen him this mad.
Mike began to yell.
He yelled so loudly his voice made the walls shake.
Then, at the worse possible time, my mind began to play up on me. The stupid thoughts began to seem real. 'Was Mike really yelling at me? Or was it all a dream?'
Whe walls shaking began to feel like an earthquake. Then it truth felt like an earth quake!
The house was shaking I was sure of it!
"Mike! There's an earthquake!" I screeched.
He just stared at me bluntly.
"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About," He said slowly. As if I was restarted, he didn't seem to notice. He didn't notice the walls caving in!
"The walls! They're caving in! We have to get out of here! We're all gonna die!" I begged.
My heart racing, my thoughts gone out of control. I was shaking. I breathed heavily on complete utter panic. How could he not of seen!
Mike stood, hands on his hips.
"Shut. Up," he still spoke slowly. Listen, you're suffering from the side effects," he explained. Still speaking at a snails pace.
"No! NO! NO! It's really happening!" I begged him to believe me! We were going to die! I knew it, why wouldn't he believe me! I began throwing myself around, crashing into furniture.
Mike grabbed me again. He lifted me up. Angrily, yet being careful not to hurt me. He took me down to the basement...why I had no idea. It was dark and cold.
Yet seemed to relax me. He sat me down against the wall.
"Listen Ryan. You STAY here until I tell you. You've taken drugs, drugs have side effects. Just stay here, I'll get you some coffee and yea..." he said. Still speaking slowly.
He got up to leave, but turned around when he got to the door.
"Oh and Ryan. Ever do that again, the joints I mean...and you'll be living down here!" He threaded and left, closing the door behind him, leaving me in complete cold hard darkness.
For the first time in a long time I began to crave something. Even though I knew that it was wrong and should of just been a once off, but I felt like I badly needed another. The thought didn't leave my mind. I forgot about Joey all together.
Then I reached the back door. I saw no one. Joey was gone, or was he there in the first place? I felt dizzy again. The effects from the...joints began to kick in again. I began to feel uncontrollably angry. I didn't even know why.
"That fucker had me on!" I yelled to myself.
I couldn't stop.
I couldn't think straight,
Goose bumps ran down my arms, yet I was sweating from the heat.
I couldn't tell whether I was hot or cold. The backyard grew fuzzy. The light from the sun pieced my eyes. The back of my head felt like something was going to burst, there was a throbbing pain in my head. I could hear my own heart beat loud and clear. I groaned in anger, or was it confusion? I didn't even know.
A million thoughts ran threw my head at once. 'What was Mike going to do? Did he know what I did? Or was that a dream? Had Jacob really called? Was Joey in trouble?' The thoughts went on and on, I didn't know what was real and what was fake, I had a vague memory of denim, doing what I don't know, I just had picture of him.
Then I began to shout.
"Joey! Joey are you alright?!" I yelled.
Almost instantly someone came to door. It wasn't Joey, or Jacob. Nor was it there parents. Who? And old lady, with a hunched over back. Short snow white hair, with a perm. Dressed in clothes you'd only ever find in an opp shop. She hobbled along with a walking stick an wore her glasses around her neck.
"Who are you, and why you in my back yard?" She snarled.
I was in the wrong house.
"Ah..." I stuttered. I didn't know what to say or how to say it.
Suddenly a pair of hands came down hard on my back. I twisted around quickly.
Mike towered over me, a furious look on his face. He lifted me up and physically dragged me away; he apologized to the old lady. He dragged me back into the house. I watched as Mike dragged me past Estella who watched, with a very concerned look on her face. Mike took me up to his room where he slammed the door behind himself. He let go of me, and I fell to the ground. I was shocked. I had never seen him this mad before. Never had I seen him this mad.
Mike began to yell.
He yelled so loudly his voice made the walls shake.
Then, at the worse possible time, my mind began to play up on me. The stupid thoughts began to seem real. 'Was Mike really yelling at me? Or was it all a dream?'
Whe walls shaking began to feel like an earthquake. Then it truth felt like an earth quake!
The house was shaking I was sure of it!
"Mike! There's an earthquake!" I screeched.
He just stared at me bluntly.
"What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Talking. About," He said slowly. As if I was restarted, he didn't seem to notice. He didn't notice the walls caving in!
"The walls! They're caving in! We have to get out of here! We're all gonna die!" I begged.
My heart racing, my thoughts gone out of control. I was shaking. I breathed heavily on complete utter panic. How could he not of seen!
Mike stood, hands on his hips.
"Shut. Up," he still spoke slowly. Listen, you're suffering from the side effects," he explained. Still speaking at a snails pace.
"No! NO! NO! It's really happening!" I begged him to believe me! We were going to die! I knew it, why wouldn't he believe me! I began throwing myself around, crashing into furniture.
Mike grabbed me again. He lifted me up. Angrily, yet being careful not to hurt me. He took me down to the basement...why I had no idea. It was dark and cold.
Yet seemed to relax me. He sat me down against the wall.
"Listen Ryan. You STAY here until I tell you. You've taken drugs, drugs have side effects. Just stay here, I'll get you some coffee and yea..." he said. Still speaking slowly.
He got up to leave, but turned around when he got to the door.
"Oh and Ryan. Ever do that again, the joints I mean...and you'll be living down here!" He threaded and left, closing the door behind him, leaving me in complete cold hard darkness.
For the first time in a long time I began to crave something. Even though I knew that it was wrong and should of just been a once off, but I felt like I badly needed another. The thought didn't leave my mind. I forgot about Joey all together.
