Working With The Rockstar - JH

Chapter 11

Liza pov

"Oh Landon." I dramatically shouted as I opened the doors of the studio. I know he was here, his car was parked out the front.

I did as I said I would. I put on Marley's jersey and then went get high. I gave my dealer and extra forty bucks and he gave me some laced shit. I smoked it with him and then made my way over here. I probably shouldn't have driven but I was too fucked up to eve comprehend what I was doing was dangerous.

"Ah, there's my best friend." I laughed as I opened the door to one of the recording rooms. He was in here alone.

"Jesus Liza. What did you do?" He asked, putting the papers in his hand down and walking over to me.

"I got high. I was bored and had free time. What do you think happened?" I asked as I flipped down on the couch.

"I think that you went into Marley's closet and got a flashback when you saw the jersey. I think that you then couldn't handle seeing the flashback play out so you went and got high. Liza, Jaden is supposed to be here in an hour and you're sat here as high as a kite? You had one fucking job Liza." He sounded really annoyed which made me want to cry.

"I know I'm sorry. I'm such an idiot." I started to sob which made him sigh and walk over to sit next to me.

"No. Lize, it's okay. You're not an idiot. Look, you've got an hour until Jaden gets here. Lay down and try to sober up a little, by sleeping and we can talk when you wake up okay? But you gotta stop doing this to yourself baby." He stood up and ushered me to lay down.

"I know. It's just hard you know?"

"Yeah, I know. We'll talk about it more when you wake up." As soon as I laid my head down, I was pretty much out like a light.

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Landon pov

"Sup bro?" I asked him as he walked through the doors.

"Ayo, not much man. Just bored and shit." He answered, dapping me up. "Liza here yet?" Fuck.

"You see. She is. But she's also not." I answered as he gave me one of the weirdest looks ever.

"What do you mean? She's either here or she's not." He laughed a she followed me down to the booth.

"You'd think, but one thing you've gotta learn about Liza is that she can very easily be both my dear Jaden. You see, physical she is here. But mentally she's no where near earth. Let alone this studio." I explained as we walked in. He winced at the strong smell that encompassed her.

"Ah right. Fuck, how much did she smoke?" He asked as he shut the door.

"That's the problem. I have no fucking clue what she's smoked, or what was in it. She'll wake up soon and be completely fine. Well, she'll be sober. She won't be anywhere near fine." I mumbled the last part.

"Why won't she be fine?"

"The name on the jersey." I answered as I walked around collecting old papers from yesterday.

"Marley? Oh right." He cut himself off as he realised what I meant. "Should you be going through her stuff like that?" He asked as he saw me looking through her bag.

"My family literally raised her. If she doesn't like it that's her problem not mine. And besides I just want to know if I can get some form of hint as to what she's taken. She's fucking annoying when it comes to smoking joints because she always smokes half and then forgets about it." I explained. "But the one fucking time she does smoke it all it has to be some laced shit I don't know." I groaned in annoyance as I dropped her bag down.

"Were her eyes sunken down from the outer corners, or the inner corners?" He asked as he looked down at her.

"Pretty sure they were sunken from the outer corners. Why does that matter?" I questioned.

"It was more than likely laced with liquid cocaine then. Or it'll have had powdered cocaine in the plant." He shrugged as he sat down opposite me.

"How the fuck do you know that?"

"One of my friends almost died from it. He's used to smoking weed in general, but one day he smoked some laced shit and it nearly killed him. The paramedics asked us what he had taken and it was cocaine laced weed. They told us he was likely to relapse and that if he was going to take something laced in the future that if his eyes were sunken from the outer corners it'll be from cocaine and if they were sunken from the inner corners it's most likely be laced with ketamine or morphine." He explained.

"Ah, I'm sorry man."

"No, no. Don't be. He's fine now and is perfectly healthy and happy. But she needs to stop smoking that shit. Or she's gonna end up like him or worse, like Marley." He warned.

"Who's going to end up like Marley? Why are you talking about Marley?" A voice made us both jump.

"Liza, you're awake." I tried to distract her, knowing she's not happy.

"Yeah yeah. Why were you talking about Marley? How does he know about Marley?" She asked, looking over at me while pointing at Jaden.

"I've got to answer this call. I'll be outside." He rushed out before he could get caught in an awkward situation.

"Landon. Why does he know about Marley? How does he know about Marley?" She pressed on.

"Look, Lizzie, I know you're upset, but it's still my story too. I'm allowed to talk to him or other people about it. We were just talking about a friend that he nearly lost to drugs." I tried to explain.

"But we are supposed to talk before we tell other people what happened. It was supposed to be a thing only you and I know." She defended.

"How the fuck am I supposed to ask you when you're passed out, high off your face on something I don't know of, in your fucking place of work, Liza? You were supposed to be here, sober, to work on that song with Jaden. But yet he turns up to find you here, high out of your fucking mind. You're gonna kill yourself Lize." I snapped.

"I'll be fine. Just get Jaden back in here so we can work on this stupid fucking song and I can leave." She rolled her eyes. I just sighed and didn't try to push her further, knowing she wasn't going to budge.