A Whisper of Chaos ch2
A/n: My girls were persistent in getting another chapter up tonight…but this is IT until Monday, LOL.
Hope you enjoy the view into Edward's life…
EPOV
I turned down the street and waited for the light to change, and once it did, I hit the pedal and flew towards the highway. I had to get out of here, I had to get away from those people … and I needed a drink.
My car took its usual route to Port Angeles to find Riley, my dealer. I needed something in my system now or else I was going to explode. Nothing good ever came from that happening.
As I sped down the highway, I lit a smoke and settled on some Evanescence to keep me company while I drove. Amy Lee's voice resonated within me as I lost myself in the music.
Forty-five minutes later, I pulled up across the street from the boarded-up warehouse and parked my car. I knew he was here as I knocked on the door in our code.
It took almost five damn minutes for him to answer, but as always, he was happy to see me, especially since he knew I had cash.
"How much this time?" he asked as we walked down a darkened hall towards the store room.
"Two gallons should do it," I replied and slipped the cash from my front pocket.
"Hitting it a little heavy, aren't ya?" Riley looked at me, almost with a look of concern.
"What the fuck do you care? I have the cash, as usual." I slapped the hundred dollar bill into his hand and grabbed my bottles.
He sighed and shook his head as I turned to walk back to my car. I got in, put the bottles each under a seat and took off through town. I needed to get to my secret place so I could take a drink and settle my brain, kill the itch of my skin and let the alcohol consume me.
It took me about twenty minutes to find the turnoff towards the forest where my secluded meadow was. It was starting to get dark as I pulled into the woods where I often parked to hide my car from anyone out on this road. I grabbed my Ipod, my blanket and one of the gallon jugs before I took off on my regular hike through the trees.
I managed to take a few drinks as I pushed through the bushes and branches that blocked the hidden path. By the time I reached the clearing, I was able to feel the first swallow work its way through my body.
I spread out my blanket, popped my earbuds in, turned on some Tchaikovsky and unscrewed the lid to the plastic bottle. I raised it to my lips and let the liquid fill my mouth. I felt the bite of the alcohol as it burned my throat on the way down, but I relished the pain.
I knew the pain would bring the numb. And, that's all I wanted to be; numb.
It was in moments like this I wished for a companion, someone that understood me or why this was who I had become. But then I would have to actually care for someone other than myself, would have to give a shit about their feelings.
Fuck that.
No one gave a damn about me or my feelings, so why the fuck would I ever trust anyone with mine?
I let the music fill my brain as I took a few more gulps of the vodka before I laid back, closed and opened my eyes. I let the dark night sky surround me, envelope me in the feeling of freedom from the idiocy that was my life.
My parents were a joke; my dad was a fucking prick and my mom a dope fiend. Neither of them cared about what happened to me, what I was going through or how my life was going. They'd both checked out about five years ago after a car wreck had injured her and my little sister, Alice.
Mom got addicted to the pain pills to cover the pain of her injuries as well as the pain from losing another baby.
My dad checked out because he couldn't do anything to make my mom better. Then I found out he'd started fucking anyone he could around the hospital, so much for being respectable members of the community. If anyone really knew the state of their marriage, the whole charade would be a disgrace to our whole family.
They only cared that I stayed out of their way and kept out of trouble so they didn't have to deal with me and my 'problems'.
I felt the squirm of the soft earth underneath my back as I moved my knees up to put my feet flat on the ground.
As I stared at the silver blinks of stars in the night sky, I thought about nothing until a face appeared in my thoughts.
Soft.
Subtle.
Confused.
I closed my eyes and let her face fill the backs of my eyelids. It was that new girl at school, the one I'd seen at the diner.
She seemed a little standoffish, a loner. But something told me I wasn't invisible to her. She'd seen me, made eye contact with me, shook her head as I waved to her. She didn't avoid me like the rest of them did.
I wonder what she saw when she looked at me.
And why the fuck did I care?
A/n: He's not what you expected, is he?
Thanks to A Jasper For Me for beta'ing and to Eternally Edward's girl and Grnidgirl for pre-reader/co-writing/cheering me on….
See ya on Monday
Kyla