SCOTT'S WORLD-CH.5
"I feel like shit," Scott said rubbing his head. He was lying in someone's bed and in a room that he wasn't familiar with.
"How you doing? You look like you've had a bad day," Amy said, walking into the room.
"Where am I and how did I get here?" Scott was daised and confused. He tried to sit up but he felt like he just went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. The memories came flooding back to him. His dad standing over him pounding away.
"What happened to you? Looks like someone used you for a punching bag? You aren't in trouble with the cops are you because if you are then you can't stay here." Amy looked worried.
"No. It was my...no, I can't go home. Please let me crash here, I can't go home," Scott started to plead.
Amy was beginning to get the picture. It must be home troubles and she could really relate to that. "It's ok. You can stay here for awhile."
"This is not a pick-up line but haven't we meet some where before?"
"Well, actually we met earlier today during a deal. You bought a bag off of me."
"Yeh, that's how this whole thing started. I'm hurting pretty bad. You wouldn't have anything I could have would you?"
"Actually I can do better than before. I like to share it with only special people but I think that you could easily fall into that category," Amy smiled a seductive smile.
She went over to the table where she took a spoon and heated up a little Heroin and sucked it into a syringe. She than came over to Scott and tied a band around his arm to get the vein to pop up.
Scott seemed a little scared at first but Amy was in control of the situation. The only thing Scott knew is that he wanted to stop hurting. "Just relaxed and release the pressure from the band when I tell you." Scott held the band tight around his bicep while Amy took hold of his arm. He braced himself as she plunged the needle into his vein and released the drug into his body.
"Release the band," she said as Scott fell back into the bed with a wave of un-natural activity that began to plague through his body. He definitely wasn't feeling any pain now.
She loved watching Scott as he began to get caught up in his own high. He was susceptible to any feelings and emotions in this condition. She gently started touching him and bringing his lips to hers. She had complete control and he just melted into her hands.
Barringer House
Martin began to get worried because Scott never showed back up and it had been several days. He had called anyone and everyone who knew Scott. He hoped that he would have contacted someone that he could have crashed with.
Another fear of Martins was that he was expecting the police to come and question him about child abuse. The police never came and he didn't know whether to be relieved or not. That only meant that Scott was still out there somewhere and it caused more pain not knowing.
Martin didn't know if he should call Peter at Horizon to see if Scott might have contacted him or even possibly Susan his ex-wife. If Scott didn't contact them, than that would just start another panic attack.
Martin was beginning to go out of his mind when the phone rang.
"Mr. Barringer, this is Officer Cole from the police department."
"Oh No," Martin was already thinking the worst. Wait, if it were serious, than it would be the hospital calling. He forced himself to calm down and listen to what the officer had to say.
"Do you have a son named Scott Barringer?"
"Yes, he ran away and he's been missing for several days. I've been worried sick about him. What has happened to him?"
"We caught him stealing money from a residence that he broke into."
"Oh God, I've never denied him money. He could have asked me."
"Mr. Barringer, you need to come down to the station."
All this was like a bad dream for Martin. How did he loose control of this son like this? He didn't even remember driving to the police station because he was in such a daze. He parked his car and ran as fast as he could inside to find his son.
It had been several days and he didn't know what to expect to see. He went up to the counter and told them who he was. Officer Cole came over to talk to him.
"I'm Officer Cole, Mr. Barringer," he introduced himself and shook his hand.
"Before we let you see your son we need to talk"
Martin thought, oh no this is it. They are going to ask me about hitting Scott.
"Mr. Barringer, are you aware that your son is a heroin addict?"
Martin thought that he was hit upside the head. "No, I suspected that he might be smoking some marijuana but nothing that serious."
"Scott was stealing money to fix his habit. He won't say where he had been staying and by the look of his face, I'd say he'd been in some fights too."
Martin actually felt relieved at that last statement. They can just blame it on someone else. Scott might not even remember since he had been high. "What happens now. Is the family going to press charges in regards to the braking and entering?"
"Scott is quite fortunate that the family was understanding and decided not to press charges if he gets help with his drug problem. You can take Scott home but Mr. Barringer, it is on record and he is on probation. If he is caught braking the law again, than we will arrest him and send him to Juvenile hall."
"I understand. Just let me take my son home and I'll see that he gets the proper help that he needs."
Martin waited while officer Cole went to get Scott. He sat there and pondered. He knew that he couldn't handle this alone. Peter was right. Scott was not ready to come home and now he had to go crawling back to Horizon and ask them to take Scott back.
Scott sat in a holding cell with his knees drawn up and his arms rapped around his legs. He sat scared and rocking back and forth. He needed another fix. He was hurting so badly and he couldn't stop the cravings.
"Come on you're free to go. Your dad is here to take you home."
"No, I can't go home, he'll be so pissed," Scott whined.
"Look kid, your lucky we aren't pressing charges. The situation has been explained to your dad and he seemed pretty cool about it. He has agreed to get you the help you need."
He grabbed Scott and pulled him up. "I don't want to see your face around here again. Do you understand? You come from a descent home so don't screw up your life." He shoved Scott out of the door and into the waiting area to see his dad.
Martin stood as they brought Scott in. He looked like hell worn over. He looked like he had lost some weight and he dragged on like he hadn't slept in days. The bruises on his face were quite noticeable and he rapped his arms around his body like he was holding on for dear life.
Martin put his arms around his son, which made him cringe, and led him out to the car. It was a quiet ride home because no one spoke. Scott was terrified that if he said the wrong thing that it might set his dad off again. Martin just was plain out of words for this particular moment.
When they arrived home, Martin walked Scott upstairs to put him to bed. He looked so tired and so helpless. Martin helped Scott, who seemed to be having trouble moving, take off his clothes and get into bed. He hoped that Scott would be ok because he had a phone call to Horizon to make.
To be continued.
"I feel like shit," Scott said rubbing his head. He was lying in someone's bed and in a room that he wasn't familiar with.
"How you doing? You look like you've had a bad day," Amy said, walking into the room.
"Where am I and how did I get here?" Scott was daised and confused. He tried to sit up but he felt like he just went 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. The memories came flooding back to him. His dad standing over him pounding away.
"What happened to you? Looks like someone used you for a punching bag? You aren't in trouble with the cops are you because if you are then you can't stay here." Amy looked worried.
"No. It was my...no, I can't go home. Please let me crash here, I can't go home," Scott started to plead.
Amy was beginning to get the picture. It must be home troubles and she could really relate to that. "It's ok. You can stay here for awhile."
"This is not a pick-up line but haven't we meet some where before?"
"Well, actually we met earlier today during a deal. You bought a bag off of me."
"Yeh, that's how this whole thing started. I'm hurting pretty bad. You wouldn't have anything I could have would you?"
"Actually I can do better than before. I like to share it with only special people but I think that you could easily fall into that category," Amy smiled a seductive smile.
She went over to the table where she took a spoon and heated up a little Heroin and sucked it into a syringe. She than came over to Scott and tied a band around his arm to get the vein to pop up.
Scott seemed a little scared at first but Amy was in control of the situation. The only thing Scott knew is that he wanted to stop hurting. "Just relaxed and release the pressure from the band when I tell you." Scott held the band tight around his bicep while Amy took hold of his arm. He braced himself as she plunged the needle into his vein and released the drug into his body.
"Release the band," she said as Scott fell back into the bed with a wave of un-natural activity that began to plague through his body. He definitely wasn't feeling any pain now.
She loved watching Scott as he began to get caught up in his own high. He was susceptible to any feelings and emotions in this condition. She gently started touching him and bringing his lips to hers. She had complete control and he just melted into her hands.
Barringer House
Martin began to get worried because Scott never showed back up and it had been several days. He had called anyone and everyone who knew Scott. He hoped that he would have contacted someone that he could have crashed with.
Another fear of Martins was that he was expecting the police to come and question him about child abuse. The police never came and he didn't know whether to be relieved or not. That only meant that Scott was still out there somewhere and it caused more pain not knowing.
Martin didn't know if he should call Peter at Horizon to see if Scott might have contacted him or even possibly Susan his ex-wife. If Scott didn't contact them, than that would just start another panic attack.
Martin was beginning to go out of his mind when the phone rang.
"Mr. Barringer, this is Officer Cole from the police department."
"Oh No," Martin was already thinking the worst. Wait, if it were serious, than it would be the hospital calling. He forced himself to calm down and listen to what the officer had to say.
"Do you have a son named Scott Barringer?"
"Yes, he ran away and he's been missing for several days. I've been worried sick about him. What has happened to him?"
"We caught him stealing money from a residence that he broke into."
"Oh God, I've never denied him money. He could have asked me."
"Mr. Barringer, you need to come down to the station."
All this was like a bad dream for Martin. How did he loose control of this son like this? He didn't even remember driving to the police station because he was in such a daze. He parked his car and ran as fast as he could inside to find his son.
It had been several days and he didn't know what to expect to see. He went up to the counter and told them who he was. Officer Cole came over to talk to him.
"I'm Officer Cole, Mr. Barringer," he introduced himself and shook his hand.
"Before we let you see your son we need to talk"
Martin thought, oh no this is it. They are going to ask me about hitting Scott.
"Mr. Barringer, are you aware that your son is a heroin addict?"
Martin thought that he was hit upside the head. "No, I suspected that he might be smoking some marijuana but nothing that serious."
"Scott was stealing money to fix his habit. He won't say where he had been staying and by the look of his face, I'd say he'd been in some fights too."
Martin actually felt relieved at that last statement. They can just blame it on someone else. Scott might not even remember since he had been high. "What happens now. Is the family going to press charges in regards to the braking and entering?"
"Scott is quite fortunate that the family was understanding and decided not to press charges if he gets help with his drug problem. You can take Scott home but Mr. Barringer, it is on record and he is on probation. If he is caught braking the law again, than we will arrest him and send him to Juvenile hall."
"I understand. Just let me take my son home and I'll see that he gets the proper help that he needs."
Martin waited while officer Cole went to get Scott. He sat there and pondered. He knew that he couldn't handle this alone. Peter was right. Scott was not ready to come home and now he had to go crawling back to Horizon and ask them to take Scott back.
Scott sat in a holding cell with his knees drawn up and his arms rapped around his legs. He sat scared and rocking back and forth. He needed another fix. He was hurting so badly and he couldn't stop the cravings.
"Come on you're free to go. Your dad is here to take you home."
"No, I can't go home, he'll be so pissed," Scott whined.
"Look kid, your lucky we aren't pressing charges. The situation has been explained to your dad and he seemed pretty cool about it. He has agreed to get you the help you need."
He grabbed Scott and pulled him up. "I don't want to see your face around here again. Do you understand? You come from a descent home so don't screw up your life." He shoved Scott out of the door and into the waiting area to see his dad.
Martin stood as they brought Scott in. He looked like hell worn over. He looked like he had lost some weight and he dragged on like he hadn't slept in days. The bruises on his face were quite noticeable and he rapped his arms around his body like he was holding on for dear life.
Martin put his arms around his son, which made him cringe, and led him out to the car. It was a quiet ride home because no one spoke. Scott was terrified that if he said the wrong thing that it might set his dad off again. Martin just was plain out of words for this particular moment.
When they arrived home, Martin walked Scott upstairs to put him to bed. He looked so tired and so helpless. Martin helped Scott, who seemed to be having trouble moving, take off his clothes and get into bed. He hoped that Scott would be ok because he had a phone call to Horizon to make.
To be continued.