The life of an Indefinite Playerr

Chapter 29

"Seems like we have a full house," James exclaimed with excitement. I would never seen my house so full before. Even at my old house, when the prayer ladies arrived, their cars did not litter the entire street. Rashin led Amanda by hand as we exited the car and approached the front porch. Rashin stopped at the door again to speak with Mark, who appeared to be the bouncer for the night. Amanda was swallowed by the crowd and vanished before my eyes. I went up to the door.

"Looking good, Starr!" Mark grinned.

"I try." He pulled out a paper bag full of white powder and laid some on his hand. Rashin and him sniffes right through it. They giggled and then I began not feeling so very well.

"Rashin, remember not to leave trails here, okay? We do not want little Starr getting into trouble if there are cops around." My mind rang with the word "cops." If the cops showed up, I would be arrested for illegal drugs. Or what if one of these teenagers overdoses and dies? I will unquestionably bear responsibility. I had taken this very lightly, and it had only recently dawned on me.

"Rashin," I bursted with a shaking voice. He turned back and found my hand shaking vigorously. I started suffocating.

"Starr, are you alright?" He panicked, and a few other people took notice. The suffocation became so severe that I could barely breathe. "Get me Amanda, and hurry!" Rashin's yelling drew a thousand stares at me. Amanda emerged from the crowd. Then Macarena ensued.

"Patrick, you need to relax," Amanda said picking up my hands. The shaking almost stopped the minute she held them. My vision was still blurry and the headache was getting sharp. "We need a private space," she continued.

"My car," Rashin said as he stood to rush to it. He opened the backseat door and then they laid me there. I still couldn't breathe.

"I don't know if it will be any help but the same thing happened at his mom's memorial service, and Tracy was able to help him," Macarena bursted.

"Okay let me just dial her number," Rashin said in panic, Amanda clicked her tounge. "What?!" Rashin questioned.

"Why on earth would you have her number?" Amanda popped.

"Amanda she is my friend's sister!"

"Exactly, not your sister!" Amanda countered.

"Are you mad? Like are you really being serious right now?" Rashin shouted.

"Guys please. If you wanna fight, go do it elsewhere," Macarena shouted as well.

"Macarena this does not concern you at all," Amanda shot at her.

"Amanda would you shut the fuck up! Please" Rashin joined in the voice raising competition.

"Unbelievable. You just told me to shut up?"

Meanwhile, something overcame me. I felt a little worse now. My entire body began to shiver more violently. Most of all, I felt numb, and my heart pounded even harder. No one said anything after that. Macarena quickly moved into the passenger seat, while Amanda sat in the backseat and attempted to support my head. She looked down at me, and Rashin sent her a warning glance from the driver's seat. She raised her head to see Macarena and Rashin exchange death stares.

"Hey, you know what? I am going to leave. No one seems to need me here." She stepped out and slammed the door.

"I think we should drive to Tracy's place," Rashin said as the engine started up. He drove a few blocks, made a few turns, and then the engine died. They hurriedly opened the door, and Rashin carried me in his back and walked into the young doctor's home. They placed me on the leather sofa.

After a few moments of arguing, Tracy and Rashin finally cane to a conclusion to Tracy's room.

Macarena p.o.v

I stood there, scared. Shocked. I had never seen him so ill before. I knew he would not die anytime soon, but what if he did? I was also very uncomfortable at Tracy's house. "What are you doing?" He is not interested in you!" My conscience whispered. And she was correct. I mean, come Monday, I will be off to boarding school, and Patrick will have forgotten about me and what we were. What exactly were we doing? All of these questions plagued my thoughts. Tracy emerged from the bedroom door, walking slowly as if she did not want to make a noise. She entered the kitchen where I was and helped herself to a glass of water.

"How is he?" I forced myself to ask.

"Well his dress code is completely off. You guys changed him. Where is Rashin? He needs to tell me how the hell he would pierce him without proper sanitation. The reason he is like this is all beacuse of the infection he got on his ear. How could he be so reckless?" Tracy raged. I didn't how to respond. She calmed down after a while. Then she uttered, " I disinfected it, gave him an antibiotic. He is just resting now."

"Thank you so much for this," I willed my self to gratitude. "How much are we owing you?"

"I have access to his medical cover, I'll just bring in a report and everything will be sorted."

I stood up and went for the door. Rashin had chose to wait in the car, probably having a joint or something. Before I could exit, I heard Tracy clearing her throat. I stood to look back at her.

"I am sorry for how I treated you during the memorial service. It was so rude and unprofessional of me. Please make sure to forgive me, if possible." She went on to her bedroom not even expecting an answer from me. I went on and went out.

Patrick's p.o.v

I opened my eyes to see a shadowy figure looming over me. "Patrick, are you okay?" The soft voice asked. "I need you to rise." After a short time, I did so. I rested my back on the headboard. "Your recklessness will kill you faster than the tumor in your head," Tracy said, opening a small briefcase. "Those people at your house should leave before you get into more trouble."

"No," I replied softly, "Rashin will take care of everything."

"Do you trust him?"

"No never," I countered.

"Then? Be clear about all of this. What is happening?" She questioned.

"It is complicated. You would probably never understand."

"Well try me!" She raged.

"You told me to live my life at the fullest," I objected.

"Not like this," Tracy answered with trepidation engraved on her face. "They probably have narcotics down there, and that is pretty illegal." I remained silent as she took my vitals. She then took out pills from the briefcase. "These are antibiotics for your infection, I did clean your ear earlier. Also whenever you feel anxious about anything take these anti depressants. You need anything I'll be in the living room. You can sleep here for tonight, then bounce in the morning." She stood up and went for the door.

"Tracy," I called. "Could we fuck?

"See you in the morning Patrick." Her stern face hid a blush underneath then she gently closed the door and exited. I lay in bed for a while, thenI drifted off.