The High Life: Sex, Money, and Drums
Chap. 19
We had decided the best place to go for now was my house. We were currently at the airport, getting checked out by the security guard. I swallowed a bout of dread and forced myself to look at him. He snorted and waved the magnetic sensor thingy down the length of my body, and creepily paused at my feet so his head was near my crotch. I shuddered as he stood back up and nodded.
“All clear, go on.” Nodding, I grabbed my bags from the conveyer belt and fast-walked up to Zacky. He didn’t say anything, just stood close as we moved on.
This was it, we were actually leaving. I looked back in sadness at the place I had come to like. The sandy beaches, the crazy yet fun people, and where Avenged Sevenfold lived; it was truly a wonderful place. I stopped and said a mental goodbye, then followed Zacky to line of people waiting to get on the plane.
After the plane landed, I called a taxi to take us to my house. I hadn’t been to it since last time I visited, and that was just to grab some clothes, so I was eager to see it again. If only the situation was different. We sat in the taxi in silence until we got there, and I gave the driver the money then grabbed my bags. Zacky followed suit and we walked inside the spacious house. Breathing in the sweet scent of honey, I set my bags down and sighed. I was finally home, but… how long would it last?
“It’s roomy, pleasant, and out of the way. We’ll be good here for a week or two.” I turned to Zacky and he nodded in agreement. Now we just had to find a way not to be bored.
………...
At the same time, Andrews and Dibendetto were overseeing the investigation of Zacky Baker’s house. The place was being scanned for prints or any other evidence while the two sat outside munching on tacos.
“So, you think their innocent eh?” Andrews hadn’t stopped pestering his partner about this all day.
“For the millionth time, YES! I know this guy well, he wouldn’t sell drugs, this is all some misunderstanding.” She bit into the taco as Andrews smirked at her.
“Ok, ok, no need to get snippy. But I’m not done busting your balls about this. You never think someone is innocent, so it’s just kinda funny.” She threw him a teasing glower and he returned the look.
“I just hope they come back. If they don’t…” she trailed off and stared at the house, not catching Andrew’s inquisitive look.
………...
*Later the Day*
I sat on the backyard deck sipping a beer and staring at the sunset, thinking about everything that was happening. We were fugitives now, on the run. At least we weren’t national criminals yet, so we didn’t have to hide. But we had sworn off credit cards until further notice, didn’t go to visit family members, and only used public payphones. It felt like we were already imprisoned.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Zacky interrupted my thoughts and sat down next to me, lighting up a cigarette.
“Just the sunset. It’s a crappy girl habit.” He laughed and moved closer, letting the smoke puff out through his nose. I held back a cough and rubbed my hand against the smooth white bench.
“Yeah…. Well, some guys like doing that too.” I glanced at him and saw him staring at me.
“What? I’m not the sunset Zacky!” He snickered again, and continued to gaze at me.
“No, but you’re just as beautiful.” I blushed, and he looked away with a grin on his face. Then, I got an idea. I stood up and pulled him back inside.
“Where are we going?” he asked as I lugged him down to the basement.
“I have to show you something! Come on, it’s down here!”He smirked in my direction yet allowed me to lead him further. Right as we entered the room, I stepped away from him and spread my arms in a dramatic manner.
“Tada!”
“Where the hell did you get that? It looks… Beethoven worthy.” I giggled and turned to my most prized possession. It was a grand piano, a shiny pure red instrument. He stared in wonder at it and I explained.
“My grandmother gave it to me in her will. She taught me how to play too.” I ran my hand over the glossy surface then sat down on the piano chair.
“Do you mind playing something for me?” Zacky asked.
“Sure, what do you want to hear?”
“Anything.” I beamed and thought for a second about what to play. When it came into my head, I ran my hands over the keys, and began to sing.
Now I will tell you what I've done for you -
50 thousand tears I've cried.
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you -
And you still won't hear me (going under)
Don't want your hand this time - I'll save myself.
Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I dive again
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Zacky moved his fingers in tune to the song like a conductor in a concert, until I finished the song. He clapped with a grin on his face, and I playfully took a bow.
“Mari, you sing so beautifully, and play the same way. How did your grandmother teach you how to do that?”
“How were you taught how to play guitar?” I contradicted. He shrugged and went off on some rant about guitar chords and different voice octaves, and I sorta zoned out. Suddenly, his fingers snapped in front of my face and I started.
“Earth to Mari, I asked you a question.”
“What is it?” He grinned.
“What do you want for dinner?” I returned the smile and stood up.
“What the hell do you think I want for dinner?” He smirked and took my hand, leading me back upstairs. We ended up going out to eat at a fancy Chinese place. As we sat there and slurped our chow mien, I couldn’t help but ask Zacky;
“Do you believe we’ll be able to go back? That all this will be forgotten and we can live our old lives again?”
“Yeah, I do. I mean, I have to believe that. Otherwise…” He trailed off and stared out the window, his face twisting into pure shock and fear.
“What? Otherwise what? …...Zacky?” I turned and looked out the window too, and my jaw fell onto the floor.
“What the hell is he doing here?!?”
“All clear, go on.” Nodding, I grabbed my bags from the conveyer belt and fast-walked up to Zacky. He didn’t say anything, just stood close as we moved on.
This was it, we were actually leaving. I looked back in sadness at the place I had come to like. The sandy beaches, the crazy yet fun people, and where Avenged Sevenfold lived; it was truly a wonderful place. I stopped and said a mental goodbye, then followed Zacky to line of people waiting to get on the plane.
After the plane landed, I called a taxi to take us to my house. I hadn’t been to it since last time I visited, and that was just to grab some clothes, so I was eager to see it again. If only the situation was different. We sat in the taxi in silence until we got there, and I gave the driver the money then grabbed my bags. Zacky followed suit and we walked inside the spacious house. Breathing in the sweet scent of honey, I set my bags down and sighed. I was finally home, but… how long would it last?
“It’s roomy, pleasant, and out of the way. We’ll be good here for a week or two.” I turned to Zacky and he nodded in agreement. Now we just had to find a way not to be bored.
………...
At the same time, Andrews and Dibendetto were overseeing the investigation of Zacky Baker’s house. The place was being scanned for prints or any other evidence while the two sat outside munching on tacos.
“So, you think their innocent eh?” Andrews hadn’t stopped pestering his partner about this all day.
“For the millionth time, YES! I know this guy well, he wouldn’t sell drugs, this is all some misunderstanding.” She bit into the taco as Andrews smirked at her.
“Ok, ok, no need to get snippy. But I’m not done busting your balls about this. You never think someone is innocent, so it’s just kinda funny.” She threw him a teasing glower and he returned the look.
“I just hope they come back. If they don’t…” she trailed off and stared at the house, not catching Andrew’s inquisitive look.
………...
*Later the Day*
I sat on the backyard deck sipping a beer and staring at the sunset, thinking about everything that was happening. We were fugitives now, on the run. At least we weren’t national criminals yet, so we didn’t have to hide. But we had sworn off credit cards until further notice, didn’t go to visit family members, and only used public payphones. It felt like we were already imprisoned.
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Zacky interrupted my thoughts and sat down next to me, lighting up a cigarette.
“Just the sunset. It’s a crappy girl habit.” He laughed and moved closer, letting the smoke puff out through his nose. I held back a cough and rubbed my hand against the smooth white bench.
“Yeah…. Well, some guys like doing that too.” I glanced at him and saw him staring at me.
“What? I’m not the sunset Zacky!” He snickered again, and continued to gaze at me.
“No, but you’re just as beautiful.” I blushed, and he looked away with a grin on his face. Then, I got an idea. I stood up and pulled him back inside.
“Where are we going?” he asked as I lugged him down to the basement.
“I have to show you something! Come on, it’s down here!”He smirked in my direction yet allowed me to lead him further. Right as we entered the room, I stepped away from him and spread my arms in a dramatic manner.
“Tada!”
“Where the hell did you get that? It looks… Beethoven worthy.” I giggled and turned to my most prized possession. It was a grand piano, a shiny pure red instrument. He stared in wonder at it and I explained.
“My grandmother gave it to me in her will. She taught me how to play too.” I ran my hand over the glossy surface then sat down on the piano chair.
“Do you mind playing something for me?” Zacky asked.
“Sure, what do you want to hear?”
“Anything.” I beamed and thought for a second about what to play. When it came into my head, I ran my hands over the keys, and began to sing.
Now I will tell you what I've done for you -
50 thousand tears I've cried.
Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you -
And you still won't hear me (going under)
Don't want your hand this time - I'll save myself.
Maybe I'll wake up for once (wake up for once)
Not tormented daily defeated by you
Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom
I dive again
I'm going under (going under)
Drowning in you (drowning in you)
I'm falling forever (falling forever)
I've got to break through
I'm going under
Zacky moved his fingers in tune to the song like a conductor in a concert, until I finished the song. He clapped with a grin on his face, and I playfully took a bow.
“Mari, you sing so beautifully, and play the same way. How did your grandmother teach you how to do that?”
“How were you taught how to play guitar?” I contradicted. He shrugged and went off on some rant about guitar chords and different voice octaves, and I sorta zoned out. Suddenly, his fingers snapped in front of my face and I started.
“Earth to Mari, I asked you a question.”
“What is it?” He grinned.
“What do you want for dinner?” I returned the smile and stood up.
“What the hell do you think I want for dinner?” He smirked and took my hand, leading me back upstairs. We ended up going out to eat at a fancy Chinese place. As we sat there and slurped our chow mien, I couldn’t help but ask Zacky;
“Do you believe we’ll be able to go back? That all this will be forgotten and we can live our old lives again?”
“Yeah, I do. I mean, I have to believe that. Otherwise…” He trailed off and stared out the window, his face twisting into pure shock and fear.
“What? Otherwise what? …...Zacky?” I turned and looked out the window too, and my jaw fell onto the floor.
“What the hell is he doing here?!?”
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1/24/14