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Pleading turns debt

8. Pleading turns debt

Samantha’s death was still on the news for weeks, but her ghost didn’t bother me so as mom. Thus, everything turned okay in my life. But that okay didn’t go that long when I knew that Ed’s parents died three years ago. That’s why I haven’t seen them during the welcome celebration, that’s why there were no apple pies on the table. They always made apple pies for me. I went to Ed’s house and decided to talk with him.

“Hey,” he whispered, as his dog growls on me.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“For what?”

“I’m so sorry for the last few nights and about your parents. I didn’t know. Kippy just told me about it.”

“Thanks. I’m alright now,” he told me then he smiled, “you want to come inside and have a coffee?”

“Er. Not now,” I said, thinking about my date with Chip.

“Okay. Have a good day.”

I nodded.

Chip and I became an item. It may sound as good news for my friends, but still it was the worst news heard by my grandma.

“He’s a curse,” she said to me every time I’ll utter his name. I couldn’t see any flaws why Chip will become my curse. He’s still Chip and what’s wrong if a guy smokes? It’s just being a teenager. Teenagers will do everything just to suffice and compete their own peers. What’s wrong with earrings? It’s cool! Rockish rocky rock thingy. And what’s wrong with his rock hard abs that seemed chiseled by a sculpture? Six burger buns and I was the patty. Delicious.

“Meg,” he said and kissed my lips, he was trembling.

“You looked tired,” I said looking at his restless pale looking face like a zombie, like a pale zombie with hot body.

“I need to borrow. Er. I need some money.”

“For what? Why?”

“I don’t know how to start this. You might get angry and decide to leave me. Please don’t.”

“What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong?”

“I’m using drugs, but I’m sober now. Don’t be afraid. Please, don’t. Please Meg.”

It made my jaw drop. Hearing those words freaked me out, a bit. I mean a lot! Who would dream to have a tweaking lover? A drug addict.

“You’re putting your life in risk. What are you using? Cocaine? Meth?” I exclaimed, as I started to feel concern to his life, to his soul. Patient Y once told me that every pleasure has its price to pay, especially drugs. It will get you high and then it will make you low. And soon, six feet below the ground.

“I know, I know. I’m using meth.”

Methamphetamine, according to Patient Y, was the worst of all. Ingredients:

Gasoline additives

Rubbing Alcohol

Ether (starting fluid)

Benzene

Paint thinner

Freon

Acetone

Chloroform

Camp stove fuel

Anhydrous ammonia

White gasoline

Pheynl-2-Propane

Phenyl acetone

Phenylpropanolamine

Rock, table or Epsom salt Red Phosphorous

Toluene (found in brake cleaner)

Red Devil Lye

Drain cleaner

Muriatic acid

Battery acid

Lithium from batteries

Sodium metal

Ephedrine

Cold tablets

Diet aids

Iodine

Bronchodilators

Energy boosters

Iodine crystals

(I’m not saying that I’m on drugs too just because I know the ingredients.) Overdosing it will kill the user and getting sober or even stop a year or two is not enough. Tweaking was the worst situation for the user and for the person who’ll go near to them. They are good in lying and making stories, asking moneys and promising payments for their debts.

“Chip, you’re killing yourself. Do you want to die? Do you want to die so I can see your ghost?” I paused, “I mean, I mean you’re putting yourself at risk.”

“I’ll die if I can’t pay my debts to the guy who sold me the meth.”

“JESUS!”

“Please Meg, don’t tell my mom! Please I need fifteen dollars,” he said and started to cry.

I took out my money and gave him more than what he asked for. I gave him twenty dollars and warned him to stop using drugs. Later on, I met his friends who seemed using drugs too. I want to name them for some reasons: Andre Beard, Larry Chan, Bob Wood, and Nick Stevens. They were like Power Rangers. We had some chit-chats and a bit of guy’s gossip about their girlfriends. They brag about how sexy are their lovers and how they have their good nights, the teasing, squeezing, touching, and feeling. Chip didn’t say anything about us. We haven’t made love, we just kiss and that’s all. Semi-romance, that’s what I call it.

“I gotta go,” I said to them, “dad sent me a message.”

“Sure!” Bob said.

“Stay longer Megan, we’re still enjoying,” Andre said giving me another glass of beer but I refused.

Yes, it was a weird date, and yes it was not a date. Chip asked money, and told me he’s on drugs but sober, Power Rangers came, they ordered beers, we talk about many things like sex, drugs, and games but I haven’t said a word. I kept quiet except by saying yes and no.

World changed a lot, for seven years of being a fool, then I came to the real world and started to seek and discover new things like guys turned gays because of the food like milk and eggs that has a lot of estrogen and was injected by the cow and poultry raisers for them to have more products. Estrogen can make animals produce more eggs a day and extra-milk from the cows (especially the powdered one). Girls turned into lesbian, having lesbian hair, pressing their breast and wrapped it to make it flat and act like a guy. I wonder why they have breast cancers. Weird world. Michael Jackson was still on his case molesting a young boy and when he went to the court, the King of Pop wore pajamas. What the hell! What’s happening?

I went home having enigmatic look, telling myself that Dick Rehab and the real world was just the same.