The High Life: Sex, Money, and Drums
Chap. 17
We stared in anticipation at the t.v. screen, waiting for it to load. How I got into Zacky’s bed, naked with no memory, I guess I was about to find out. At least I hoped so…
“GOD FUCKIN’ DUCKIN’ NO!” My disappointment was matched with his when the t.v. read: Please recharge your device. I quickly ran upstairs in search of the charger, and came back down after I found it in the bathroom.
“Here, let’s charge this baby and see what’s on it!” He nodded and went to high five me, but I laughed and turned instead to the plug. He pouted playfully and sat back down, patting the spot next to him.
“What, are we going to sit here and wait for hours until it’s done charging?”
“Silly, it only takes a few minutes then you can watch it as it charges.” My face flushed a pinkish color, and I sat down next to him.
“Oh, right.” We waited until the video camera beeped, and then Zacky turned it on. We again leaned forward and waited as the video loaded onto the screen.
••••••••••
“Oh, my poor, poor Zacky wacky.” I slurred. I shown the video camera down on him and he smiled.
“So, tell us again why did you call me to your house at, what, 3:45 in the morning?”
“Because,” he answered, “I was mercilessly made fun of by a girl I met at a club.” I made the ‘go on’ motion, so he sighed and continued.
“We were about to have sex, and she was, ya know, blowing me, then I accidently moaned your name.” I chuckled and gently tsked him.
“Oh Zacky, if we weren’t drunk, I probably would blow up on you too.” I turned the camera to my face and spoke.
“Zacky here called me up, drunk and in tears, and asked me to come over. After I came over, we got fuckin’ smashed hammered drunk, and then we found his camera and decided to make a film. AAAANND, here we are! Now, I brought something from my house that can perhaps cheer Zacky wacky up a little. Do you want to see?”
The camera turned back to his face and he nodded vigorously. Slowly, I turned camera turned to a small clear-ish tub with a blue top, and my hand stretched out to it.
“Please sober Mari, if you’re watching this, don’t get mad at me.” My hands opened the tub to reveal…
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“Mari, what in the hell are you doing?!” I had leaped off the couch and ripped the camera away from the connector, and chucked it at the wall. Not listening to Zacky, I tore after the camera and practically smashed it to get to the tape inside, which I then stomped on and broke with the fury of a thousand setting suns. Why, you may ask?
Cause I instantly recognized the tub in the video, and had no intention of letting Zacky see what was in it. It was best that he not know what had happened last night. I didn't, though I could take an easy guess.
I think I had brought my drugs over to his house, and we must have taken roofies or something, then fucked. That box was still around here somewhere too, and I needed to find it before he did.
*Zacky’s Point of View*
I watched in confusion as Mari went ape-shit on the camera and tape, and as she desperately searched the room for something, a wild look in her eyes. She is fucking scary, I thought. When I saw she set her sights on the couch, I shook my head and jumped off, right as she slammed herself into the side of it.
“MARI, CALM-“She and I froze when we saw a little tub lying under the couch. The same one that was in the video and the same one Mari must have been looking for. I needed to know what happened last night, so I dove at the box a second after her, but I (Damn it all) didn’t manage to snatch it from her. So, I grabbed my phone off the t.v. stand and flipped it open, dialing Jimmy’s number.
“Marrisa, if you don’t show me what’s in that box, I’m calling Jimmy and telling him that we fucked.”
**Back to Mari**
I hurled him an absolutley evil look, and I was pretty sure he shit his pants.
"If you... Hit the fucking call button... I swear to God... I will hunt you down... And rip you apart limb for fucking limb." I said it as calm as I could, but on the inside I was seething. How dare Zacky fucking Baker threaten me?! HOW DARE HE?!?
"Marrisa-"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" I screeched and leapt at him, unaware that I had dropped the box. He threw the phone down and side stepped me, sliding to my tub of goodies. If there were still any goodies left in it that is...
He ripped the top off and I screamed. He was going to find out, all about my lying and drug using. He would know about my slight freak out and depression and everything. Zacky was going to ruin everything just by looking inside.
I was helpless as he dumped out everything, and sat panting and examining it on the floor.
"What the... What is all this? Why do you have these?" I stared at the box in horror and saw that not a single drug fell out. There were no drugs, only.... millions of smarties. I couldn't help but giggle, and yet I was still panicked. Did we seriously do an entire two months worth of drugs in one night? He pawed through the candy and looked confused.
"Where the hell is it?"
"Where's what?" I started to laugh.
"Your BIG secret! The one you’re flipping out about right now, the one that caused you to trash my living room, break my camera, and destroy any chance I have of remembering how I ended up fucking my friend! Where's THAT one?" I laughed even more, and after a few minutes I couldn't stop laughing! Zacky looked at me as if I was some freaky circus clown, and he backed up.
I laughed even harder; the entire house was filled with my cackling. My eyes teared up and my sides hurt, and I was rolling around on the floor just roaring my ass off. He shook his head and walked over to me and straightened me up.
"Mari, what is wrong with you today? I know that this mess is a lot to deal with, but please don't freak out on me! I need you here, with me right now, so just stop!" I looked deep into his green eyes. Had I really never noticed how beautiful his eyes were? I leaned towards him and pulled his lips to me, and right before we kissed, he suddenly shoved me back.
"No. I made a promise, and not even my love for you can make me break it. I'm sorry, Mari, but please, let me just take you home now." I don't know why, but I felt like crying.
I mean, I was the one who pushed Zacky away in the first place. I was the one who said I hated him, that he needed to get over his love for me. Now I wanted nothing more than to kiss him and hold him, to make him mine. I suppressed my tears and nodded, trudging upstairs to collect my clothes and things. All the while, I pondered about where the hell the drugs could have gone.
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"So, tell us again. Who exactly did you buy these from?"
"Look sir, I told you," the guy said to the police officer, "I bought them from Zacky Vengeance!" The cop, whose name was Officer Andrews, nodded skeptically.
"Uh huh. And who is this 'Zacky Vengeance'? Is that a code name for your dealer?" The guy in questioning shook his head repeatedly, trying not to get too irritated with the cop.
"No sir, he's only the best metal guitarist in the world! Ya know, he plays with Avenged Sevenfold?" The cop wrote down their name, although he believed this druggy was still high.
They had busted this guy for over 3,000 dollars worth of illegal narcotics, and he claimed he bought it from a super star. It wasn't the first outrageous story he had heard, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. These criminals always had a back-story that made you want to burst out laughing. Andrews held back his chuckling and turned back to the guy.
"Were there any others with him?"
"Yes, there was this girl. I think he said her name was Mary or Maddie or somethin' I can't remember." The cop nodded and wrote it down.
"Do you know where we can find these two?" The boy grinned and nodded slowly.
"Yeah, they hang out at this club called Pizzazz, over on 3rd and Manchester. If you call my sister, then she can help you point them out when you go there." He told us the phone number and his sister's name, and Andrews left the interrogation room. His partner, Alicia Dibenedetto, was at the door to meet him.
"He snapped pretty quickly."
Andrews laughed; "Yeah, were you there for the back-story? Guy says he bought it from a super star guitarist. Haha, the guys they bring in, priceless."
"Yeah, right! What band did he say?" Andrews paused at the water fountain, taking a few sips before returning to the question.
"Uh, I think he said Avenged Sevenfold. Whatever that means right?" He turned to his partner to see that her face had lost all its color. She stared in horror at Andrews for a second before asking;
"Who did he say he bought it from?"
"Uh, Zacky Ven-" Debendetto had turned on her heel and stormed off, in the direction of the interrogation room.
"I wonder what's eating her...” Andrews shrugged and continued to the phones, ready to call the guy's sister. He looked at the name he wrote down and nodded. Becky Hamilton, what a strange name. He shrugged and waited for the girl to pick up.
“GOD FUCKIN’ DUCKIN’ NO!” My disappointment was matched with his when the t.v. read: Please recharge your device. I quickly ran upstairs in search of the charger, and came back down after I found it in the bathroom.
“Here, let’s charge this baby and see what’s on it!” He nodded and went to high five me, but I laughed and turned instead to the plug. He pouted playfully and sat back down, patting the spot next to him.
“What, are we going to sit here and wait for hours until it’s done charging?”
“Silly, it only takes a few minutes then you can watch it as it charges.” My face flushed a pinkish color, and I sat down next to him.
“Oh, right.” We waited until the video camera beeped, and then Zacky turned it on. We again leaned forward and waited as the video loaded onto the screen.
••••••••••
“Oh, my poor, poor Zacky wacky.” I slurred. I shown the video camera down on him and he smiled.
“So, tell us again why did you call me to your house at, what, 3:45 in the morning?”
“Because,” he answered, “I was mercilessly made fun of by a girl I met at a club.” I made the ‘go on’ motion, so he sighed and continued.
“We were about to have sex, and she was, ya know, blowing me, then I accidently moaned your name.” I chuckled and gently tsked him.
“Oh Zacky, if we weren’t drunk, I probably would blow up on you too.” I turned the camera to my face and spoke.
“Zacky here called me up, drunk and in tears, and asked me to come over. After I came over, we got fuckin’ smashed hammered drunk, and then we found his camera and decided to make a film. AAAANND, here we are! Now, I brought something from my house that can perhaps cheer Zacky wacky up a little. Do you want to see?”
The camera turned back to his face and he nodded vigorously. Slowly, I turned camera turned to a small clear-ish tub with a blue top, and my hand stretched out to it.
“Please sober Mari, if you’re watching this, don’t get mad at me.” My hands opened the tub to reveal…
~~~~~~~~~~
“Mari, what in the hell are you doing?!” I had leaped off the couch and ripped the camera away from the connector, and chucked it at the wall. Not listening to Zacky, I tore after the camera and practically smashed it to get to the tape inside, which I then stomped on and broke with the fury of a thousand setting suns. Why, you may ask?
Cause I instantly recognized the tub in the video, and had no intention of letting Zacky see what was in it. It was best that he not know what had happened last night. I didn't, though I could take an easy guess.
I think I had brought my drugs over to his house, and we must have taken roofies or something, then fucked. That box was still around here somewhere too, and I needed to find it before he did.
*Zacky’s Point of View*
I watched in confusion as Mari went ape-shit on the camera and tape, and as she desperately searched the room for something, a wild look in her eyes. She is fucking scary, I thought. When I saw she set her sights on the couch, I shook my head and jumped off, right as she slammed herself into the side of it.
“MARI, CALM-“She and I froze when we saw a little tub lying under the couch. The same one that was in the video and the same one Mari must have been looking for. I needed to know what happened last night, so I dove at the box a second after her, but I (Damn it all) didn’t manage to snatch it from her. So, I grabbed my phone off the t.v. stand and flipped it open, dialing Jimmy’s number.
“Marrisa, if you don’t show me what’s in that box, I’m calling Jimmy and telling him that we fucked.”
**Back to Mari**
I hurled him an absolutley evil look, and I was pretty sure he shit his pants.
"If you... Hit the fucking call button... I swear to God... I will hunt you down... And rip you apart limb for fucking limb." I said it as calm as I could, but on the inside I was seething. How dare Zacky fucking Baker threaten me?! HOW DARE HE?!?
"Marrisa-"
"DON'T YOU FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" I screeched and leapt at him, unaware that I had dropped the box. He threw the phone down and side stepped me, sliding to my tub of goodies. If there were still any goodies left in it that is...
He ripped the top off and I screamed. He was going to find out, all about my lying and drug using. He would know about my slight freak out and depression and everything. Zacky was going to ruin everything just by looking inside.
I was helpless as he dumped out everything, and sat panting and examining it on the floor.
"What the... What is all this? Why do you have these?" I stared at the box in horror and saw that not a single drug fell out. There were no drugs, only.... millions of smarties. I couldn't help but giggle, and yet I was still panicked. Did we seriously do an entire two months worth of drugs in one night? He pawed through the candy and looked confused.
"Where the hell is it?"
"Where's what?" I started to laugh.
"Your BIG secret! The one you’re flipping out about right now, the one that caused you to trash my living room, break my camera, and destroy any chance I have of remembering how I ended up fucking my friend! Where's THAT one?" I laughed even more, and after a few minutes I couldn't stop laughing! Zacky looked at me as if I was some freaky circus clown, and he backed up.
I laughed even harder; the entire house was filled with my cackling. My eyes teared up and my sides hurt, and I was rolling around on the floor just roaring my ass off. He shook his head and walked over to me and straightened me up.
"Mari, what is wrong with you today? I know that this mess is a lot to deal with, but please don't freak out on me! I need you here, with me right now, so just stop!" I looked deep into his green eyes. Had I really never noticed how beautiful his eyes were? I leaned towards him and pulled his lips to me, and right before we kissed, he suddenly shoved me back.
"No. I made a promise, and not even my love for you can make me break it. I'm sorry, Mari, but please, let me just take you home now." I don't know why, but I felt like crying.
I mean, I was the one who pushed Zacky away in the first place. I was the one who said I hated him, that he needed to get over his love for me. Now I wanted nothing more than to kiss him and hold him, to make him mine. I suppressed my tears and nodded, trudging upstairs to collect my clothes and things. All the while, I pondered about where the hell the drugs could have gone.
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"So, tell us again. Who exactly did you buy these from?"
"Look sir, I told you," the guy said to the police officer, "I bought them from Zacky Vengeance!" The cop, whose name was Officer Andrews, nodded skeptically.
"Uh huh. And who is this 'Zacky Vengeance'? Is that a code name for your dealer?" The guy in questioning shook his head repeatedly, trying not to get too irritated with the cop.
"No sir, he's only the best metal guitarist in the world! Ya know, he plays with Avenged Sevenfold?" The cop wrote down their name, although he believed this druggy was still high.
They had busted this guy for over 3,000 dollars worth of illegal narcotics, and he claimed he bought it from a super star. It wasn't the first outrageous story he had heard, and he knew it wouldn't be the last. These criminals always had a back-story that made you want to burst out laughing. Andrews held back his chuckling and turned back to the guy.
"Were there any others with him?"
"Yes, there was this girl. I think he said her name was Mary or Maddie or somethin' I can't remember." The cop nodded and wrote it down.
"Do you know where we can find these two?" The boy grinned and nodded slowly.
"Yeah, they hang out at this club called Pizzazz, over on 3rd and Manchester. If you call my sister, then she can help you point them out when you go there." He told us the phone number and his sister's name, and Andrews left the interrogation room. His partner, Alicia Dibenedetto, was at the door to meet him.
"He snapped pretty quickly."
Andrews laughed; "Yeah, were you there for the back-story? Guy says he bought it from a super star guitarist. Haha, the guys they bring in, priceless."
"Yeah, right! What band did he say?" Andrews paused at the water fountain, taking a few sips before returning to the question.
"Uh, I think he said Avenged Sevenfold. Whatever that means right?" He turned to his partner to see that her face had lost all its color. She stared in horror at Andrews for a second before asking;
"Who did he say he bought it from?"
"Uh, Zacky Ven-" Debendetto had turned on her heel and stormed off, in the direction of the interrogation room.
"I wonder what's eating her...” Andrews shrugged and continued to the phones, ready to call the guy's sister. He looked at the name he wrote down and nodded. Becky Hamilton, what a strange name. He shrugged and waited for the girl to pick up.
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