Past Present Future

.26

I cracked it open and took a sip. "How was your night with Miranda?"

A smile spread against his lips, "Amazing, It's still shocking that she likes me, but I'm fucking happy."

My head leaned down towards the granite counter, "That's great, you guys look good together." I hated the obvious sadness that was laced in my tone. Tonight was supposed to be a night free of stress and anxiety, but I was quickly realizing that my life would never be free of those things.

Thomas tapped his finger on the counter, staring at me with sympathy, "I wonder if someone in here has some Molly."

My head flew up from surprise. "What the fuck Thomas!?"

He shrugged and walked around the island, "What? I'm tired of seeing you so depressed over Ms Allen! You deserve a moment of happiness!"

I held up a finger in protest, "First of all, this had nothing to do with Emory Allen. Second of all, do you really think you should be doing Molly, I mean, considering your past?"

He rolled his eyes, "If you're calling her by her first name, then she's definitely a part of the problem. Also, no one said anything about me taking Molly." His eyebrow lifted and I took a swing of beer.

Just then a few girls walked into the kitchen, a little wobbly but smiling nonetheless. All three of them leaned against the counter and started laughing, "Did one of you say you wanted Molly?"

"I did actually, wow you have really good hearing!" Thomas flashed his million dollar smile and made two of the girls laugh, the third one just kept eying me.

"Well, you're both in luck cause I got some Molly." The one speaking was a red head with freckles. She stopped smiling and looked Thomas dead in the eye, "but you're gonna have to earn it." She put her hand on his chest and dragged it down to his belt buckle.

I waited to see if he would actually kiss her, especially considering how he felt about Miranda. He must've really wanted to earn that Molly for me, because he pulled her closer by the neck and kissed her with force. She moaned loudly and her friends whooped and laughed. I just shook my head until they were finished.

The red head wiped her lip and pulled a clear package from her clutch. She pushed it up against his chest, "You earned it."

He just took the bag and snatched me away down the hall again. This time we went inside of the guest bathroom. I shut the door and locked it, turning hastily to look at Thomas. He lifted his eyebrows in excitement, "Are you ready to get happy?"

I crossed my arms, "I've had Molly before, trust me, you don't want me to take this."

"Well I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do, but honestly... I think this might relax you, let you loosen up and forget about Ms Allen for real."

This didn't seem like peer pressure, but maybe it was without either of us knowing. I knew Thomas would never try to hurt me, if I did take the Molly he'd protect me. I sighed and ran a hand through my brunette hair, I did want to stop thinking about all the guidance shit and how Ms Allen made me feel, but I wasn't sure taking drugs was the right way. Anything could happen, true, but what was the worst? Death? If death from an overdose was the worst possible outcome, then I wasn't afraid. There had always been a part of me that yearned for death, for freedom. Right now though, I just wanted to be okay. To stop worrying about my grandparents hating me, to stop trying to figure out what Ms Allen wanted from me and why she cared so much... I just wanted all the problems to stop.

My hand yanked the plastic bag from him, he watched as I opened it and slowly consumed the drug. I blinked a few times and then flushed the baggy down the toilet, my hands grasped the ledge of the sink and I found my face in the glass mirror. The drug wasn't instant, but I wished it was. I wanted to forget about the wrong I had committed, all the relationships I fucked up, all the agony I placed on those who loved me... I wanted to forget how bad I was.

Thomas turned me to face him, "It takes like half an hour to kick in, we should be out of here by then."

Something happened outside the bathroom. I couldn't tell what it was exactly but some girls were screaming like crazy and a guy was yelling to get the fuck out, get the fuck out. Thomas furrowed his eyebrows and swallowed hard, all I could do was try to make out through the music what people were saying. I could hear all the footstep indicating that they were running, but it wasn't until I heard the sirens outside that I freaked out. Someone knocked on the door hard and nearly screamed, "I'd get the hell out of there if I was you!"

"Fuck!" My eyes grew wide and so did Thomas's. We were stuck in a mode of panic, but my instincts finally kicked in and I grabbed the doorknob yanking it open. The place was a wreck. White powder dusting through the air, music bumping off the walls, spilled bottles all around. A few stragglers were left trying to make it to the back door, I followed after them considering the front door  was exactly where the police were busting in. There was no time for me to be shocked at how fast my heartbeat thumped against my rib  cage, or how closely Thomas was trailing me. Everyone was freaking out and yelling at the person in front to move faster. But the condo was fucking huge and there was no way we'd all escape from the same route, especially not when I could see police cars all scattered around the back and the front. Some had managed to get through the front door and were now running into the living room in search for us. My mind triggered me to turn the opposite way. I didn't want to leave Thomas, "Come on, we'll never get out the back!" He looked at me like I was insane, going back towards where the police were to try and find another escape. But getting out from the back with almost six other people in front of us didn't seem really promising. "Thomas! Let's go this way!" He was still hesitating and I didn't have time to wait. My legs became my brain as they ditched the hopeful line of druggies and stormed down the hall. An officer heard my steps and called out to his team that he was going after someone. I didn't know the ins and outs of this place, but there had to be a window or a basement with an exit somewhere. I didn't even have a second to think about my next turn or move, this cop was some sort of track star, he was right behind me with every weave and turn. I approached a door that had to lead to a basement, because if this shit wasn't a basement, I was most definitely screwed. I yanked at the knob and breathed heavily when I saw the stairs leading downward. With each step I took, my mind contemplated on whether or not I should run left or right. I had no knowledge of where the exit was in this basement or if there was one at all. My fate was left in the hands of hope.

As soon as I reached the bottom of the staircase, I knew I was in some deep shit. The only thing down here was a furnace and a washing machine. Absolutely no exit. The male cop tried to catch his breath while retrieving his handcuffs, "You almost got away."

I didn't say anything, just rolled my eyes and listened to my rights. Soon enough he had my hands cuffed and was pushing me back up the stairs and out of the condo. Outside was lit by all the cop cars, I scanned the area for Thomas or Edmund but neither of them were around. I was grateful but disappointed at the same time. Before I could see anything else the cop was shoving me into the back of his vehicle and taking off down the road.

Somehow this night had taken a drastic curve. I had no idea what was going to happen next, within a few moment I'd be high on Molly and probably behind bars. My family were all miles away and there was nothing that they could do without flying all the way down from Atlanta.

My head fell back against the leather seat, as a waited to find out what was to come.