Ecstasy

Chapter 2

Tyson:

"Tyson, focus!"

I turned back to Mikey, bopping my head along to the heavy beats thumping though the backyard.

"Do you want these or not?" He held up a clear plastic bag filled with three tiny pink pills.

I couldn't concentrate with the alcohol in my blood. "Yup, how much?"

"One hundred -" he started to say.

"One hundred! For three? Come on, Mikey I'm your best custo. Four and you have a deal," I said.

"No can do, Sonny, the demand for E these days is incredibly high. I'm sorry, I can throw in some Special K?" He swung another bag.

"Nah man, the high's too slow." I sighed, "Give me a cap of speed and a dime of pot for one thirty."

"One sixty," he demanded. Finally I saw that shine in his eyes when he was getting weak.

"One forty." I knew not to push him too far.

"Deal!" He grinned, pulling bags out of his back pack.

I reached into my back pocket with my spare hand, the other one was preoccupied with a half empty bottle of jäger, and got my wallet. I pulled out the money that I took from my dad's desk. I grinned as Mikey split with the drugs. I pocketed everything but the E.

I shook two pills into my palm and kicked them back.
It was 10pm and the large house party was starting to kick off. The deep bass beats of the music shook the walls of the house and the one hundred something teenagers grinded to the music throughout the property.

The thud of the bass vibrated in my chest as I moved through the crowd of sweaty people.

I felt the familiar dizzy sensation burning in my temples. I smiled as I felt it come on stronger. The rush to my head made me feel giddy as I walked down to the back of the garden. I laughed as I tripped over a couple making out and I felt my breathing quicken. I noticed a girl from across the yard. She smiled at me and flicked her wrist, motioning me to come over. I stumbled across the lawn to her. I felt my skin starting to tingle. I knew I was close now.

"Hey!" she called as I came up to her. She had short bleached hair, a curvy body and a nice rack that she had no inhibitions to hide as she pushed her shoulders back and her chest out. She grabbed my arm as I stood beside her.

"I'm Sophie." She beamed up at me. "And these are my friends: Robin and Laura," she said, gesturing to the other two girls.

"What's your name?" she said, as she turned to face me.

"Sonny." I gave her my nickname. A change of song blasted out across the back yard, and I couldn't help jumping around to it a bit.

"Sonny," she repeated, giving me a sweet laugh. "You're hot." She leant forward, reaching up to play with my hair. "I was wondering." She bit her lip and looked up at me suggestively, "Care to share?"

I realised she must have seen me score off Mikey. She arched an eyebrow suggesting she would pay me back. She pressed her body close to mine and I felt lightheaded. I nodded.

"Sweet!"

She wasn't worth my last E but I could spare the speed cap. I pulled out the tiny capsule. She held her lips wide and I popped it in her open mouth.

I had already forgotten her name fifteen minutes later when we danced next to the speakers. The music sounded awesome. I was breathing deeply and looking around wildly as lights flashed across my vision. I felt like I was floating and the girl's touch as she slipped her hands around my neck, felt like fire. My vision was distorted, I saw sparks everywhere. I slipped my burning hands around the girl's waist and pulled her closer as we grinded to the music.

Our faces were close when she slurred, "Sonny, I love you."

I could hear my heart beating up a rhythm on my ear drums. I leant down and pressed my lips to hers, she returned the kiss urgently, running her magical hands through my hair.

***

I opened my eyes and it was light. Blood rushed to my head and I leant over the edge of the bed to throw up. I tried to sit up but my head swirled and I pushed a hand through my knotted hair. I looked back at the naked blonde lying in the bed next to me. She was on her stomach, turned away. The two little dimples on either side of her tailbone were visible above the yellow bed sheet. I managed to sit up and rub my face with my hand.

I looked around for my boxers before finding my way to the bathroom. I felt the onslaught of a major hangover and coming down period as I fell to my knees before the toilet and hurled into the bowl.

After I spent at least half an hour spewing my insides out, I stood up and steadied myself against the basin. There was a mirror, and I wasn't impressed with my reflection. My eyes were too bloodshot and I looked the type you would cross the street to pass. I turned the tap on and splashed my face with cold water.

After finding my jeans I searched the bedroom for my t-shirt. I found it under the edge of the bed, discarded on the floor in the blur of last night's events. I had a sick feeling in my stomach as I pulled the shirt on. Whether it was the crashing of my high or the gap in my memory of last night, I couldn't tell. But I turned and left the room silently without a backwards glance.

I stepped out into the demolished hallway. The place was a mess. I stepped over some people crashed on the stairs and tried to navigate myself around broken glass and a shattered marble statue.

I wondered what the time was as I walked towards the front door. I passed by the living room and a sight made me retrace my steps. Mikey was passed out, slouched in an arm chair with a brunette lying in his lap. On the table beside him his prized backpack spilled plastic packets of little pills. One bag had burst and the tablets sprayed across the table. I tiptoed up to him. Taking the bag I swept the remaining pills into it and picked up a couple more bags filled with E. I eyed the bags of speed before deciding I would only take one. He owed me that much after last night's rip off. After carefully stuffing the plastic baggies into my pockets, I walked back to the front door, smirking.

"Nice deal Mikey," I gave the passed out boy a silent salute and left the house.

Once the door closed behind me I knew it was mid morning, the sun was bright, too bright. I felt my gag reflex again and stepped down into the garden to vomit.

I groaned, eager for water. I could go back into the house to search the kitchen and get some. But then I would be posed with the threat of Mikey waking and discovering half his stock was gone. I decided to scatter, but not go home just yet. Even though I knew Frank would still be passed out on the couch after a night of heavy drinking, I still didn't fancy my chances just yet. I started walking east towards the dull beach coasting the town.

Pretty soon I found myself sitting on the sea wall with my feet dangling a metre from the sand. The only people on the beach at this time on a Sunday were the young families game enough to try the cold water and old people having an aerobics or tai chi class. Two police officers passed by on their morning walk as I had a couple hundred dollars worth of party drugs in my pocket. I smiled, the thought made me feel liberated. But then my thoughts returned to home and the idea of going home to a drunk father had my feelings dulling almost instantly.

I stood up and decided to find a place in town to crash tonight; I couldn't go home. I could deal with the consequences of that later.