Chapter 9 Bad Memories for the mistakes I made.
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Story
I was trying to sleep but a memory came to my mind.
The Past
"You want to know what you did?" Peter ask me, while he stop the car under a bridge.
"Yeah, I really want to know," I said.
He look at me, took a deep breath and said, "We stole a diamond necklace from London"
Past Flash back
"Come on, man, I got the money. Let's get out of here!" I yelled gleefully to Ricky. I got into his car.
Ricky turn on the car and drove fast, far away from Cody's apartment.
"Yes!" Ricky yelled.
"Woohoo" I yelled in excitement,
"So now that we have the money what are we going to do?" Ricky ask me.
"What are we going to do with it? Let's buy some drinks and give your sister the party she'll never forget!" I said looking at him, smiling.
"Oh yeah, now that you said that I remember what my sister wanted for her 18 birthday."
"What she want?" I asked curiously.
"A diamond necklaces... from London. She loves the necklaces that London always wore in her birthday."
"Woah, wait a minute, man. She is my friend I can't steal the most expensive necklace that she loves" I said. Okay, stop. I can't do this I thought.
"Oh please, she is the richest, hottest girl that you know. She can buy another one, Do this for my sis and I. I am your best friend, aren't I?" Ricky said trying to convince me.
I was so drugged that I was unable to think straight. "Okay okay. We will go to her house and try to pull this off. Oh god" I said, laughing. This drug had put me in a crazy mode.
"Let's do it now, okay, Let's not waste time in here! Drive faster, man" I yelled to him.
"What ever you say, dude" Ricky said and he drove faster.
In London house in the back yard
"You think this going to work?"
"Yeah... just act normal" I whispered to Ricky.
"Okay I will try, " Ricky said.
We walked to the front door of London's house. We knocked on the door louder, laughing a little for no reason. When the door opened, our mouths dropped.
It was a butler, not Moseby standing in front of us. He spoke in a sophisticated tone "If you are not friends of London Tipton then you have to leave," he said, looking at me seriously. I laughed about his accent, but Ricky hit me on the shoulder. I cleared my throat in an effort to sound just as sophisticated. "I´m a friend of London Tipton, sir. May I come in?"
The butler didn't seem to buy it. "What do you want, young man?"
"I only want to give her something and said hi, sir." I answered. Ricky laughed low when he heard my fancy voice.
"What are you going to give her?" The butler asked curiously.
Man this butler interrogates more than an interrogator, I thought.
Then I saw London walking behind the butler with a fancy purple dress putting a pair of earrings.
"London!" I called before she could get away.
She heard me. She walked to the door and stood in front of me. "Zack?" She asked.
"Hey," I said nervously.
"Do you know this guy ,Miss London?" The butler asked, looking at her.
"Yeah he used to be my friend," she said. She stood beside the butler,Still with the weird expression on her face. " Would you mind leaving us alone?" She asked to the butler, glancing at him briefly.
The butler bowed. "Of course, Miss Tipton. Let me know if you need me to get you anything." Then he left.
London focused her attention on Ricky and I. By the expression on her face I could tell she was still clearly surprised and confused.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Hmm I can ask you the same question" I said playfully, giving her a charming smile.
"This is my house..." she answered shortly.
"Okay."
An awkward moment passed between us.
"So who is this guy?" she ask, pointing to Ricky.
"Oh he is my best buddy Ricky. I think you know him from Seven Seas High?" I answered.
"Oh yeah. I didn't recognize him, because he doesn't look so good."
"May I come in?" I asked.
"Why?"
"Well I want to be friends again?" I answered smoothly.
She gave me another weird look. But she anyway said "Okay, but only for a couple of minutes."
"Yes ma'am."
She open the door and Ricky l followed her up stairs. "Wow you have a big house" I said in awe, looking around.
"Yeah I know. I'm getting tired of this house. It's so long and big, I mean, if I want to go to the kitchen, I almost need to drive my car because of the distance " I could tell she was exaggerating. I laughed, because of how cute she sounded.
We reached her room. She closed the door behind us.
"So what do you want? Talk fast, because I have to attend a boring party in a few minutes."
London proceeded in putting on a glittery diamond necklace. It looked like it cost more than a million dollars. Ricky nodded at me. That was the necklace he wanted. "That necklaces doesn't match your dress," I said in attempt to distract London. "You should put this one on instead," I pointed to a silver necklace with a large purple pendant in the middle. That one didn't look as expensive as the other one.
I moved behind her as she faced the mirror.
"You are right, Zack. This one would clash. " She said. She struggled to take unclasp the necklace around her neck.
"Do you want help?" I offered. I swayed slightly on my feet. I was getting dizzy.
"Yes. Thank you." London said.
I took the necklace off her neck and put it on my pocket when she looked the other way.
I nodded to Ricky. He smirked back in understanding that I got the necklace. We needed to get out of here before she realized what I had just done.
"Well it's been nice chatting with you." I said to her.
She looked at me. Instead of looking at me strangely this time, she looked really worried, which was unusual for her. "We barely even talked. You look really high, Zack. Are you okay?"
I walked slowly to the door. " I'm fine. I just need to go, Princess."
"What?"
With a burst of speed, Ricky and I ran away from her and the house.
At that moment London realized what had just happened. "Zack! Give me BACK MY NECKLACE!"
Hurriedly we jumped in Ricky's car and drove away as fast as we could.
Thirty minutes later we threw a hell of a party in Ricky's apartment for Ricky's sister. A party so fantastic that we had forgotten what we had done earlier. There were drugs, alcohol and violence.
When she came to Ricky apartment, all the people yelled with drinks in their hands and cigarettes "Surprise!" Ricky and I were holding London glittering diamond necklace .
The girl took it from us quickly "You did it!"
"Happy birthday, Jane," Ricky replied. She hugged him tight.
Then she look at me and hug me too "Happy 18 birthday, Jane" I told her.
"Thanks! You guys are the best!" She said while pulling away from me. She smirked at her brother. "Now that I am 18 years old I can get drunk, right?"
"That's right, little sister," Ricky said. Jane put the diamond necklace on the table and grab a can of beer and started chugging away. She was done with her first beer in a matter of minutes.
It didn't take long for Ricky and I to get all drugged and drunk. My arms throbbed painfully from the multitude of needles I inserted, but I didn't care. I was feeling good. After a while we didn't recognize the people who enter to the apartment. We were beyond the point of caring.
After a while, the party started to get crazy. People were jumping on the furniture, drinking, and kissing.
I was looking for Jane to see if she was okay. I found her outside of the apartment. I could tell the girl was very drunk. She was trying to dance, but was barely able to stand on her feet.
I walked over to her and touched her shoulder. She quickly stopped dancing and looked at me. "Oh hi, Zack!"
"Are you having fun?" I asked while I walked over to the stairs. She followed me.
I sat on the stairs steps. She sat beside me with a drink in her hand. "Yeah I'm having fun," she said. Once again she began to chug the drink in her hand.
I wasn't sure how many drinks she has had so far. I took the beer can out of her hand, not wanting her to overdo it. "Stop it. That is too much for you. You could end up killing yourself."
I drank the last sip of her beer. She look at me. "You´re worse than my brother."
I chuckled and threw the can down the stairs. My aim was ridiculously off. I was very drunk now.
"I don´t know why my brother always has hot friends. You are definitely one of them."
I looked at her. For the first time I noticed how pretty her green dress looked on her. I also liked the green hairband she had on top of her red hair. "And you are gorgeous."
She smirked at me and pull me over a kiss. She tasted like booze, but I didn't care. Her kisses were surprisingly passionate. I knew she was younger but I was so drunk I couldn't stop myself.
The next day I found myself alone in the grass in the middle of nowhere. I was cold and wet. My head throbbed painfully. I was definitely hung over.
The Present
I woke up the next morning, my mind still on the last time I was hung over with Ricky.
Cody and Bailey were already up. I could tell they were on the kitchen because I heard Bailey in the kitchen. She was either talking to Cody or Jacob. "What would you like for breakfast, honey?"
I stood up and headed to the kitchen. When I reached the hallway, however, I felt my stomach beginning to churn. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I continued to vomit until I felt like all my organs were gone. I'm worse than a pregnant woman I thought. I washed my mouth and entered the kitchen. There was Cody, holding the baby. Bailey was making breakfast on the stove and Jacob was playing with a toy on the kitchen table. I could tell they were a happy family.
"Hi" I said awkwardly.
All three of them looked at me. "Good morning Zack" They said in unison.
I smiled. I sat beside Jacob. What would you like for breakfast, Zack?" Bailey asked.
My stomach churned, just thinking about food. "I´m not really hungry. Thanks though."
Cody looked at me in surprise. "You're not hungry?"
"I know it's hard for you to believe, Codes, but it's true." I didn't want to admit that I would end up throwing up if I ate anything.
My brother sighed. With the baby still clutched in his hands, he whispered something in Bailey's ear. She nodded in understanding.
Suddenly I was attacked with a coughing fit. My chest heaved as I continued to let out violent coughs. I forced myself to stop when Bailey came over to the table with bacon and eggs on a plate. She placed it in front of me.
"Thanks Bailey," I said politely. The food looked good look and smelled good, but it won't when I puke it up.
Using my fork I took the first egg and put it in my mouth. Before I could stop myself I puked it up in front of them. My face burned in embarrassment.
"It taste that bad?" Bailey said dejectedly.
"No, honey," Cody said quickly.
I wiped my mouth with the table napkin."Is not that, Bailey."
I grabbed some paper towels from the towel rack and quickly cleaned the floor. The stench of the vomit was starting to make me feel sick again. I hurried to the bathroom. The nausea continued to build, but I forced myself not to puke. I washed my face again. When I exited the bathroom I found Cody waiting for me in the hall. He looked really worried.
"Are you okay, Zack?" he asked
"Yeah I'm fine. Cody can you take me to my girlfriend's house?" I asked. I hoped he would say yes and not ask more questions.
"Okay."
"Let me said goodbye to your family." I quickly walked backed into to the kitchen. "Well goodbye, Bailey. It was nice to see you again." I gave her a hug.
She pulled away after a moment. "Why are you leaving so early?"
"I want to see my girlfriend again."
Bailey turned her attention to Cody, who had entered the room a minute after me. "Honey, can I come with you guys? I want to see London again."
Cody stared at me for confirmation. I nodded. Cody smiled at his wife and gave her a kiss. "Okay, honey."
"Jacob come here. We are going for a ride," Bailey said to Jacob.
"Yay," he yelled happily.
The past
"I remember now." I swallowed hard. I had to tell him the truth. "I´m sorry, Ricky, but I have to tell you something."
He looked at me seriously. "What?"
I took a deep breath and looked down "I slept with your sister."
Ricky's gaze became murderous. "What did you say?"
"I´m sorry, Ricky" I apologized quickly. I really meat it. I really was sorry because what I did was wrong.
"GET OUT OF THE F**ING CAR NOW!" Ricky yelled. I get out of the car and Ricky did too. "You slept with my little sister, Zack! I thought that you were my best friend. I can't believe you would sleep with someone I care about and she is so much younger than you!" Ricky was so mad his body was shaking.
"I am your friend, Ricky. You and I were both drunk, remember? I imagine that you've done worse things than I! She is 18; she is a woman now," I said.
"Yeah, but I don´t sleep with the other guys' little sisters, you know! Now because of you she lost her virginity! She could have died because of you! You're so f**ed up! " Ricky punched me in the face. Hard.
BAM!
"Come on, man! I don´t want to fight with you! I said I was sorry!" I wiped the blood off my mouth. It throbbed painfully from his punch.
"That doesn't make up for what you did to my sister! I was wondering why she was acting so weird today and it was because of you! Now the police have her because she was drunk in my apartment!" He hit me again.
BAM!
I wasn't going to take this lying down. I hit him back and we began to fight.
After a few minutes of throwing punches, I ran to the car. I grabbed the .38 special from the back seat."Why did you do that man? I want her to fall in love with a guy when she was ready and do things when she's ready. Not now!" Ricky yelled furiously.
"I thought you want her to be like you!" I retorted.
BAM!
He Hit me again
"That is what I don´t want, I don´t want that my little sister end up like me like some S**t without a family!"
"Ricky this fight end now!" I aimed the gun right at Ricky's heart.
"What are you going to do? Shoot me!? " He taunted while advancing on me to throw another punch. I didn't waste any time. Shutting my eyes tight, I squeezed the trigger twice.
Bang! Bang!
When I open my eyes again Ricky was lying in front of me. His body was quite still, blood turning the grass red. He was dead. The gun fell out of my hands. I couldn't believe what I just did.
I crumbled to my knees, burying my head in my hands. He was just defending his sister for what I did to her. But now he's dead because of me. A tear fell down my face. I was a murderer.
I quickly felt sick with guilt. I took Ricky's wallet and took out one of his pictures to keep as a memory. Then in an attempt to cover up my mistake I put the wallet back in his shirt pocket and the gun in his cold hand. Hopefully when the police find him they will assume that he killed himself.
I began to run as far away from the horrible scene as possible. I was too scared to look back. I felt so sick with guilt. Deep in my heart I knew this whole thing was my fault. I took advantage of his sister, who meant so much to Ricky; especially after their parents died from a car accident a few years ago.
I continued to run for what felt like hours. My chest was so tight that I couldn't breathe. I still felt so horrible from what I just did on top of being hung over from all the drugs and alcohol I consumed. The world spun. I thought for sure I was going to pass out.
I stopped running when bile rose in my throat. I dropped to my knees again and threw up. To make this horrible night worse, I realized that I left my cigarettes in Ricky's car. Luckily however, I still had my cellphone in my back pocket.
My hand shaking violently, I pulled out my phone and call the first person who came to my mind: London.
She picked up on the first ring. "Hello?"
"London, I need you." I said quickly.
"Where are you?" She asked.
"I don´t know but please come. Don´t bring anyone with you. I just want you alone."
"Can you describe the place you are now?"
I took in my surroundings as best I could with my blurred vision. I only found mountains.
"I'm not sure. Everything is a blur. I think I´m in the country." I lowered my head and sighed.
"Don´t worry I will find you" London promised.
I was surprised that she wasn't mad since I stole her really expensive necklace. At this point I was glad that she was at least coming to get me. I sat on the grass and waited for her.
The sun was almost down when an expensive looking black convertible pulled up to where I was sitting. It was London. Her dark hair was surprisingly out of place and it looked like there were dark circles under her eyes, I think she cryiedlast night. She was still wearing the purple dress I saw her wearing earlier. "London!" I yelled to her once she saw me.
She get out of the car and walked over to me. Without warning her hand lashed out and struck me hard across the face.
SMACK!
I stumbled back, holding my cheek. London grabbed my other hand and pulled me into her car. Luckily because of the drugs and alcohol in my system I hardly felt the pain.
"That hurt," I said, wincing
"I hope so," she responded coldly as she started the car. "You have no idea how many hours I drove just to find you."
"Why did you do it? I thought you would hate me for what I did to you," I ask curiously. I kept my voice low just in case she was to lash out again.
"Because I know you, Zack. I knew you were drugged up and I don't want to lose another friend."
"London, I'm really sorry for what I did. Really I am. To be honest, I never thought you cared about me so I figured it would be okay to steal from you. I was wrong." I looked at her steadily to let her know I was serious.
She kept her eyes focused on the road. I couldn't tell if her words had any affect on her at all. After a moment she responded. "I had a brother who had a bad past and he is now dead."
I look down at my hands. "Where are we going?"
" My father is looking for you now. I escaped from home just to save your ass, Zack. I know we never talk, but I can't see my friend from the hotel like this; looking like crap. You will stay with me until you change. Or I will let you leave and my father will put you in jail. You choose, Zack."
I had a hard time making a decision. I had done bad things and I didn't want it to become a burden on her. A part of me knew that she was right. I did need her help in order to change.
London continued while I contemplated. "It will be really hard, make no mistake, but it's for your own good. I can't let you die just as I saw my brother 14 years ago."
I sigh. "I will stay with you." I coughed. Violently. "But you have to know that I'm addicted to drugs, alcohol, and girls."
"Well we are going to work on that, Zack. From this moment on you are in my hands."
I smiled. My stomach churned again. I opened the car door, even though London was still driving and threw up once more. I looked at her apologetically. "Sorry about that. I don't feel well."
London gave me a bottle of water. I chugged it until it was empty. "Thanks."
We arrived at a Motel 6. It seemed to be a place not up to London's standards, but she didn't seem to care. Maybe she thought it would be easier to hid here. I tried to get out of the car, but my legs buckled and I hit the ground. I was too weak to walk. London hurried over to my side and lifted me to my feet.
You need the drugs a voice whispered in my head.
London was amazing. She managed to get the door to the motel open and hold me at the same time. I
Once we arrived at our room she threw me on the bed. Then she turned to leave. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going to buy some food. Don't move, Zack. I'll be right back." The door shut tight behind her.
After taking in my new surroundings, I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my face, ignoring the stinging sensation on my cheek because of London's slap. Then after stripping my vomit covered clothes I took a long, hot shower. For the first time all night I felt my body relax.
When I wrapped a towel around my waist fifteen minutes later I heard London enter the room. I exited the bathroom as London put down bags of food on the small table in the room. She frowned when she saw my appearance. "This is so inappropriate, Zack. Please put on some clothes. "
"Did you go to the market?" I asked.
"What do you think? I will be waiting for you in the living go and dress properly."
"Did you buy some pants, boxers or something like that. Mine are all wet."
She sighed, pointing to the other side of the room. "Over there is the dryer"
After a while of waiting in the room for the dryer finish drying my pants. I put them on. I left the shirt off because I smelled something good.
"What are you making?" I asked. I noticed she was already eating.
"Chicken. Make your own."
I sighed. I walked to the mini kitchen and made my own after eating a couple bites, I started feeling sick again. I knew it was because I was used to smoking every night.
I walk over to London who was now on the couch. "London, I need to smoke something now." I admitted. "I´m staring to feel sick"
"Eat something and I will think about it."
I scratched my face. I looked at the kitchen, then back at her. She was almost finished with her meal. "I'm going to the bathroom. I will be right back."
She nodded. I opened the window that was in the bathroom and managed to squeeze myself out. Then I walked the five minutes walk to the mini market and bought some cigarettes. I felt bad for deceiving London, but I just couldn't help it. I needed to feed my addiction.
I sat on the curb outside the market and began to smoke. I shivered because it was so cold outside. I felt my nerves calm down as the nicotine entered my system. A little girl with dark braids sat next to me. She looked at me solemnly. "My mom smoked too, you know." She looked like she was 10 years old.
I didn't say anything. But She continued. "And you want to know what happen to her?"
"I don´t think your mom would want you talking to a stranger," I said to the kid.
"It doesn't matter because she´s dead." Then she got up to leave.
I watched her leave. "Well I can´t leave without smoking, kid."
I felt no sympathy for that little girl at that moment. Now that I finally had my fix, I had no guilt. It was an addiction, but so what? People die every day, and not because of smoking. They died because that was the moment they stopped living.
My heart dropped when I saw London walking over to me. She had caught me. I stood up quickly. "I'm sorry, but you have to give me time, okay? I can't just quit overnight. It will take me a while before I can stop smoking and drinking, London!" Why was I mad? She hadn't even said a word to me yet. I guess a part of me thought she was going to rip the cigarette out of my mouth and drag me home. But she didn't.
"Zack I know that. You can smoke. I just don´t want you shooting up, okay? So please don´t buy drugs okay?" I nodded okay. "And you can drink, but with my permission. I don't want you drunk around me."
I wrapped my arms around her for a tight hug, the cigarette still in my hand. She stood there, paralyzed. It was obvious she was not expecting that. I took a step back after a moment. "Thanks". For the first time all night I was grateful that she was willing to help me.
"You smell like smoke. I think I will have to get used to that," she said with a Little smile. I smiled.
The other day...
"Zack wake up! wake up!" London yelled.
Hey guys! Remember when I said past is the past that I was talking just a few chapters before.
Remember when I said in just a few chapter before.
Zack POV
I found my self in the middle of no where wet. Then London call me saying "Where are you Zack, people are looking for you well except for your brother"
Well guys this Chapter when I said PAST that is the continuation of the past that Zack was talking about.
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