Affliction, chapter 5
Our honeymoon was pretty normal, we went swimming, and sightseeing and all the regular things you do in Hawaii. When we got back things hadn't really changed much...
*
"You're dating Tre!" I screamed at Krysta. She cowered as if I were her father. It saddened me to see her cry, but this had to be done.
"So what if I am! You aren't my dad!" This broke my heart.
"Well, how did it happen?" I calmed down a little bit.
"Um, after the wedding, I didn't know what to do because I didn't have a way to get back home, and um, well, he asked me out for a drink." She thought I was going to buy it.
"You slept with him?!" Her eyes widened.
"No! I'm still a fucking virgin" And she clapped her hands to her mouth, obviously embarrassed by her virginity. It made me feel like whore, as I have slept with many people before I met Mike.
'How the fuck can you be a virgin when you look like that" Her mouth dropped, and she went silent. "How did you get like that?" She closed her eyes for a moment.
"For your information, I starved myself," she retorted and left the hotel room.
Walking down the boulevard, she saw what Billie Joe would see on his walks, except she stopped when she saw the drug dealers.
"What do you want, smack, dirt, bar, wash?" Krysta looked at the guy like he was nuts,
"Dirt, how much?" She pulled out a couple of twenties, as this shady stranger handed her two needles full of the drug. Walking away, she watched to see if any one was looking and Krysta ducked into an alley, empty and dark. After a couple of minutes, she sighed and injected her money's worth. Feeling an intense sensation, she stumbled back to her hotel room, and put the other needle in her pocket. When she got back to the hotel room, Shawnee wasn't there, which made it all the better. She sat there on her bed, high as a kite, watching imaginary butterflies go by. The intense sensation was depressing, but at the same time, numbing. She didn't feel any pain right now, just a rush of energy.
And Krysta began talking to herself.
"I can't believe I'm going out with Tre Cool, I've dreamed of this forever. Oh my god, Shawnee married Mike. This is so unbelievable, I have no idea what's happening, the world is fucking spinning, and the room is changing colors, and, oh god this is so fucked up. My mind is totally warped, this is unbelievable. Holy shit, it's all going black, what the hell is happening?!"
And she blacked out.
*
Tre didn't bother knocking on the hotel door, as he knew it would only waste time. He entered the suite, to find a sleeping stoned Krysta on the bed, with a needle full of heroin sticking out of her Nimrod hoodie. Tre, not knowing what to do, stepped out of the hotel room, and phoned the lead singer of Green Day, Billie Joe.
"Hey, Billie, um, I got a problem," Billie Joe could be heard muttering something, most likely disturbed from something important,
"What Tre?"
"Some one I know needs help."
"What? Details, my crispy sock making buddy." Tre was too worried about Krysta to acknowledge the joke Billie Joe had made,
"What do I do if I find someone who has over dosed on heroin?" Billie Joe was speechless.
"Who? Tre, who? What happened?" The infamous guitarist was worried.
"It's Krysta; she is passed out on her bed with a heroin needle," Tre shuddered, needles gave him the creeps.
"Well, has she overdosed?" Billie Joe was eerily calm.
"No... I don't think, she seems pretty normal, but it looks like she just did it, and passed out."
Billie Joe was to be heard breathing heavily, "Well, Tre, you should probably phone the rehab clinic, they can give you info and crap." He said calmly, and hung up, to continue doing whatever it was he was disrupted from.
Tre phoned the rehab clinic, and told them the situation. "Well sir, remove all drugs you can find on her, and bring her here if possible" Tre did as was told, and removed the empty needle of heroin and the full needle of heroin from Krysta. She was still passed out, but she had this solemn look on her face, like she was about to die. Tre picked her up, and brought her to his vehicle, heading to the rehab clinic.
*
"Well, Mr. Cool, I can tell you she's not an addict, that's for sure." A very nice nurse informed Tre.
"Thank you... is there anything I can do?"
The nurse nodded, "There are medications you can put her on and hope for the best. I suggest Prozac as well, while I was examining her and doing tests, I found something that would probably the result of depression," And that moment, Krysta staggered out of the testing room and into the waiting room,
"Do I have to piss in a jar again? Can I go now?" Tre chuckled as his girlfriend yawned and stretched, muttering swear words. He flipped his cell phone out and checked for messages... none.
He yawned and stretched as well, "Come on, babe, lets go," He put his arm around her.
"You are a very lucky woman," the nurse whispered to her. It was kind of odd for someone of her beauty to be complimenting her. Tre picked up her medicine at the nearest pharmacy, telling Krysta not to worry about the price. He wanted her to get better... and maybe bang her, but that was the last thing on his mind right now, first get her better.
*
It had been a few weeks since the heroin incident, and I still wasn't talking to Krysta. She did say she'd do heroin one day. I guess the time had come. It was her decision to make, and I guess she made it. I had grown noticeably larger in my middle, and I was worrying about my smoking. What if I can't quit? I don't want my baby to be a retard. I already am a retard, we don't need two. Mike told me for the millionth time he loved me today. I really think something is wrong with that guy. But damn, I love him. I just don't know why... he's just so beautiful.
*
Tre looked at Krysta, what was she thinking?
"Are you sure? Do you really want to?" He asked her. She was about to give him her virginity.
"I'm sure, Tre... just as long as you love me. You do love me... don't you?" He eyed her, of course he loved her. Not her body, but her. And he continued to think, maybe she was the one.
"I love you, babe," He smiled warmly at her, their mouths touching. Deepening their kiss, they began to undress each other.
"Tre, I love you" And she gave him her purity, her virginity, her soul. She loved him. He loved her.
*
"You're dating Tre!" I screamed at Krysta. She cowered as if I were her father. It saddened me to see her cry, but this had to be done.
"So what if I am! You aren't my dad!" This broke my heart.
"Well, how did it happen?" I calmed down a little bit.
"Um, after the wedding, I didn't know what to do because I didn't have a way to get back home, and um, well, he asked me out for a drink." She thought I was going to buy it.
"You slept with him?!" Her eyes widened.
"No! I'm still a fucking virgin" And she clapped her hands to her mouth, obviously embarrassed by her virginity. It made me feel like whore, as I have slept with many people before I met Mike.
'How the fuck can you be a virgin when you look like that" Her mouth dropped, and she went silent. "How did you get like that?" She closed her eyes for a moment.
"For your information, I starved myself," she retorted and left the hotel room.
Walking down the boulevard, she saw what Billie Joe would see on his walks, except she stopped when she saw the drug dealers.
"What do you want, smack, dirt, bar, wash?" Krysta looked at the guy like he was nuts,
"Dirt, how much?" She pulled out a couple of twenties, as this shady stranger handed her two needles full of the drug. Walking away, she watched to see if any one was looking and Krysta ducked into an alley, empty and dark. After a couple of minutes, she sighed and injected her money's worth. Feeling an intense sensation, she stumbled back to her hotel room, and put the other needle in her pocket. When she got back to the hotel room, Shawnee wasn't there, which made it all the better. She sat there on her bed, high as a kite, watching imaginary butterflies go by. The intense sensation was depressing, but at the same time, numbing. She didn't feel any pain right now, just a rush of energy.
And Krysta began talking to herself.
"I can't believe I'm going out with Tre Cool, I've dreamed of this forever. Oh my god, Shawnee married Mike. This is so unbelievable, I have no idea what's happening, the world is fucking spinning, and the room is changing colors, and, oh god this is so fucked up. My mind is totally warped, this is unbelievable. Holy shit, it's all going black, what the hell is happening?!"
And she blacked out.
*
Tre didn't bother knocking on the hotel door, as he knew it would only waste time. He entered the suite, to find a sleeping stoned Krysta on the bed, with a needle full of heroin sticking out of her Nimrod hoodie. Tre, not knowing what to do, stepped out of the hotel room, and phoned the lead singer of Green Day, Billie Joe.
"Hey, Billie, um, I got a problem," Billie Joe could be heard muttering something, most likely disturbed from something important,
"What Tre?"
"Some one I know needs help."
"What? Details, my crispy sock making buddy." Tre was too worried about Krysta to acknowledge the joke Billie Joe had made,
"What do I do if I find someone who has over dosed on heroin?" Billie Joe was speechless.
"Who? Tre, who? What happened?" The infamous guitarist was worried.
"It's Krysta; she is passed out on her bed with a heroin needle," Tre shuddered, needles gave him the creeps.
"Well, has she overdosed?" Billie Joe was eerily calm.
"No... I don't think, she seems pretty normal, but it looks like she just did it, and passed out."
Billie Joe was to be heard breathing heavily, "Well, Tre, you should probably phone the rehab clinic, they can give you info and crap." He said calmly, and hung up, to continue doing whatever it was he was disrupted from.
Tre phoned the rehab clinic, and told them the situation. "Well sir, remove all drugs you can find on her, and bring her here if possible" Tre did as was told, and removed the empty needle of heroin and the full needle of heroin from Krysta. She was still passed out, but she had this solemn look on her face, like she was about to die. Tre picked her up, and brought her to his vehicle, heading to the rehab clinic.
*
"Well, Mr. Cool, I can tell you she's not an addict, that's for sure." A very nice nurse informed Tre.
"Thank you... is there anything I can do?"
The nurse nodded, "There are medications you can put her on and hope for the best. I suggest Prozac as well, while I was examining her and doing tests, I found something that would probably the result of depression," And that moment, Krysta staggered out of the testing room and into the waiting room,
"Do I have to piss in a jar again? Can I go now?" Tre chuckled as his girlfriend yawned and stretched, muttering swear words. He flipped his cell phone out and checked for messages... none.
He yawned and stretched as well, "Come on, babe, lets go," He put his arm around her.
"You are a very lucky woman," the nurse whispered to her. It was kind of odd for someone of her beauty to be complimenting her. Tre picked up her medicine at the nearest pharmacy, telling Krysta not to worry about the price. He wanted her to get better... and maybe bang her, but that was the last thing on his mind right now, first get her better.
*
It had been a few weeks since the heroin incident, and I still wasn't talking to Krysta. She did say she'd do heroin one day. I guess the time had come. It was her decision to make, and I guess she made it. I had grown noticeably larger in my middle, and I was worrying about my smoking. What if I can't quit? I don't want my baby to be a retard. I already am a retard, we don't need two. Mike told me for the millionth time he loved me today. I really think something is wrong with that guy. But damn, I love him. I just don't know why... he's just so beautiful.
*
Tre looked at Krysta, what was she thinking?
"Are you sure? Do you really want to?" He asked her. She was about to give him her virginity.
"I'm sure, Tre... just as long as you love me. You do love me... don't you?" He eyed her, of course he loved her. Not her body, but her. And he continued to think, maybe she was the one.
"I love you, babe," He smiled warmly at her, their mouths touching. Deepening their kiss, they began to undress each other.
"Tre, I love you" And she gave him her purity, her virginity, her soul. She loved him. He loved her.
