Written in the Rockstars (Completed)

Chapter 6- An Episode of Vexation

HIS PALM WAS CLAMMY and sweaty against my mouth.

I didn't dare move, and I didn't know if I was capable of moving. I was frozen with fright.

All of a sudden, my vision went black and I realised he had pulled a blindfold over my eyes. He dragged me by the wrists, one hand still over my mouth. 

Then i was shoved underneath something and landed on... something. He told me to sit down. Beneath me, I could feel a vibration and heard the angry roar of an engine. I was in a car. The sweaty hand was removed from my mouth and I scowled.

"Any chance of removing this unnecessary blindfold?" I snapped.

"What d'you think?" he asked, his speech slightly slurred.

"Well, I did jus-"

"Not you!" He growled.

"It can't do any harm, i suppose," an unfamiliar voice croaked.

The blindfold was removed and my stomached lurched as I saw Jack Rochester sitting next to me.

It didn't surprise me because I recognised his voice. It was his appearance that made me recoil in horror:

His beard had grown unruly and unkempt, caked with all sorts of food and sauces. His hair was greasy and looked as though it hadn't been washed in days. His cheeks had hollowed since the last time I saw him and his nose was pierced with a large black stud. But it was his eyes. His eyes were red and puffy, the whites of his eyes noticeably bloodshot.

I could tell from looking at him that he wasn't drunk, but there was something about him. He wasn't the same. 

"Where are you taking me?" 

"That's irrelevant," the man in the front hissed, his voice croaky and hoarse.

His head was shiny and completely bald, his chin tripled and his overall appearance as round as a beach ball. His features were red and scrunched up, his eyes like brown pinpricks on his moon-like face.

"Actually, it's not. This is a form of kidnap," I retorted.

"You're going to find out soon enough," Jack snapped.

"What is wrong with you! You've kidnapped me and what for, to get me back?" I shouted.

"Don't flatter yourself, Annabel," he hissed.

"Why have you done this? Especially when precious Abbey is worried about you," I said, my words dripping with poison.

"For goodness sake, Annabel! I don't love Abbey. I'm a player, surely you know that by now," he told me matter-of-factly.

"Will you two stop bickering please? We have serious work to be getting on with!" The ugly man in the front called.

"Who even are you?" I asked.

"My name is Alfonso. I am Jack's new agent."

"You hired him? He is a human hippo!" I exclaimed.

"I also have ears."

"Good for you," I snapped sarcastically.

Jack snorted next to me and I smiled, remembering his laugh that always had me in fits of giggles.

Our eyes locked and for a moment, everything seemed to stop; it felt like it was only us and that everything would be okay again. Then Jack turned away and reached onto the front seat, grabbing a hip flask.

The moment was ruined.

We could never be the same.

"What's in there?" I asked tentatively.

"Whisky." He pulled off the top and took a swig.

"Oh."

We sat in silence for a while, before the car slowed to a stop in front of a huge mansion. It must of been hundreds of years old and was the definition of 'the middle of nowhere'.

"Where is this place?" I asked, staring up at the grand building.

"Never you mind," Alfonso snapped, waddling over to the front door. He pulled out some keys and swung the door open with a loud, spine-tingling creak. Jack grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the house, shoving me so that i stumbled and landed on my knees on the cold, squeaky wooden floor.

Alfonso opened another door and threw some bags in, before forcing me in too. I heard a click and knew instantly that I was locked in; i was their prisoner. I looked out of the window that was layered with dust and grime. All i could see was overgrown bushes and plants, giving me no clue as to where I was.

The large bags caught my eye and I decided to be nosy and see if there was anything that would explain to me why my ex had kidnapped me with the help of his hippo-resembling agent.  I unzipped one of the bags that looked like a gym bag. Inside were some oversized clothes and some gadgets that I couldn't identify. Due to the very large clothing, I decided that that bag was Alfonso's.

Then I unzipped the other bag and inside were some clothes and some cosmetics, such as creams and lotions. There was also a large plastic bag, filled with little packets. Feeling curious, I opened one of the packets and jumped as white powder spilled onto the floor.

I didn't realise until moments afterwards what it was.

Cocaine.

This had to be Jack's because all of these things belonged to him. His packs of cigarettes were in there too. My hands trembled as I grabbed the plastic bag filled with the drugs. I couldn't believe that he would do this. But then it clicked. His puffy, red eyes, his moody behaviour, his slightly slurred words.

Jack Rochester was high on drugs.

I couldn't help it; I began to weep.

I sobbed as I zipped his bag up again and gripped the bag of cocaine tightly. I began to hammer on the door with my fist, crying my heart out.

"JACK! HOW COULD YOU! YOU MONSTER!" I yelled.

I heard raised voices outside of the door and the clicking of shoes against the wooden floor. The door was unlocked and Alfonso's face emerged. At the sight of me sobbing, his eyes widened and he frowned at the bag in my hand.

"JACK IS A DRUGGIE! HE'S HIGH ON DRUGS!" I shouted.

Alfonso grabbed the bag and tugged it off me, sticking his head in the bag. He opened a packet and he cursed.

"Did you know?" I sobbed.

Alfonso shook his head grimly.

At that moment, Jack came into the room, his eyebrows knitted together.

"What's all the..." he faltered when he saw our angry faces and the bag in Alfonso's hand.

"You make me sick," I spat, each word accentuated.

"No, no! Let me expl-" he protested.

"NO! My dad died of cancer. It was bad enough you smoking, but know you are throwing your life away with drugs. Do you know how stupid you are? Did you think for one moment how I might feel?" I shouted, my eyes prickling with more tears.

"It was Abbey! She made me! She- she said she would tell everyone that I raped her if I didn't take it!" He began to sob.

"Yeah, I'm sure-" I scoffed.

"Stop, Annabel. This is what her last boyfriend told me. He was my friend. I found him with heroin and he told me that Abbey made him take it," Alfonso told me.

"Oh."

"If I don't take the rest of it, she's going to tell everyone that-that I-"

"It's okay, Jack," Alfonso interrupted.

Jack collapsed to his knees and wept. All I could do was watch.