Chasing Nikki
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By Lacey Weatherford
Moonstruck Media - Arizona
Copyright © 2012 Lacey Weatherford
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Chapter One
I took a
deep drag from the joint before passing it to the girl next to me. She clasped it easily, lifting it to slip
between her plump lips. I watched her inhale deeply before I looked away,
turning back to concentrate on the fire dancing in the dirt ring before
me. My eyes wouldn’t adjust though, and
it kept swimming in and out of focus.
Man, I’m cross-faded already, I
thought. Then again it would probably be
more surprising if I weren’t, considering how much I’d been partying
lately. If I were being totally honest,
my days were starting to run into one another.
My life was definitely not what it had been before ... everything, but I
didn’t want to think about that.
I reached
for the bottle of beer sitting on the ground and lifted it, taking a heavy
swig. I didn’t even notice the bitter
taste of it anymore. I was feeling numb,
and that’s exactly the way I wanted it.
“Hey,
Chase.” The girl leaning against me
nuzzled the underside of my jawline, placing a little kiss there as she traced
a finger down my chest. “Wanna get out
of here and go someplace we can be alone?”
“Maybe later … um ….” I chuckled as I pushed her away slightly with
my elbow.
“What’s so
funny?” She stuck her bottom lip out in a pout as she stared at me.
“The fact I
can’t remember your name,” I replied bluntly.
“You’re a
jerk!” she said, shoving me hard and getting up to walk away.
I caught
myself before I fell to the side. “Yes,
I am!” I shouted at her retreating figure, and I tossed back another long
swallow of my beer. I did feel sort of
sorry. I really should remember her
name, seeing as we’d been dating for weeks now.
I glanced
over to where my friend, Connor, was making out with his girlfriend. It was funny, but I could remember his name
just fine. I gave another chuckle and
leaned against the large rock behind me, closing my eyes. I must not be blitzed enough yet.
Someone
shook me, and I woke with a start, not realizing I had fallen asleep. For a moment, I was unsure where I was.
“Hey,
buddy. Where’s your keys?” Connor’s
voice broke into my hazy thoughts.
“Keys?” I
questioned, confused.
“Yeah. You’re too drunk to drive, and my mom is
threatening to send my dad out looking for me if I’m not home in the next
thirty minutes.”
“Not cool.”
“Yep. Party’s over, bro.”
I grabbed my
beer and slowly got to my feet, while Connor hollered over his shoulder for the
two girls to get into the truck.
He turned
toward me, narrowing his eyes a bit before letting out a laugh. “Feeling a little unsteady there?”
“Maybe,” I
replied with a grin.
My friend
offered me an arm, and I leaned heavily against him for support as we made our
way to the vehicle. I briefly handed my
drink to one of the girls in the truck so I could reach into my pocket to drag
out the keys and hand them to Connor.
He helped me
inside and closed the door before going around to the driver’s side.
“Be careful
with my truck. It’s my baby,” I joked as
we started off down the bumpy road.
“It’s in
better hands than yours right now,” Connor ribbed back.
“I thought I
was your baby,” the girl beside me said, squeezing my thigh with her fingers.
“Really?
Hmm. Wonder where you got that
idea?” I replied as I lifted the bottle to my lips.
She sucked
in a hurt breath and pulled her hand away, but I just couldn’t bring myself to
care.
“You’ll
never make it home in time,” the other girl whined as we left the desert road
and turned onto the highway. “We’re at
least twenty minutes away from town still.”
“Yeah? Watch
me.” Connor laughed, hitting the gas heavily.
The engine revved loudly, and the truck shot off down the road, causing
the scenery to flash by in the blur of the headlights.
I closed my
eyes, fighting the nausea the motion caused.
All of a sudden I felt sick.
Clenching my teeth, I gripped the door handle, trying to calm my
stomach. I wrestled with the overwhelming sensation, trying to control it for
several minutes before finally giving up.
“Dude, pull
over.”
“I can’t,”
Connor replied. “My mom will kill me if
I’m late.”
“I’m gonna
throw up, man. Pull over!”
Connor let
out a stream of cuss words and hit the brakes so hard I felt like I was going
pitch right through the windshield.
“What the
hell?” I yelled, as I braced myself against the dashboard and turned to look at
him.
That was
when I noticed the red and blue lights flashing behind the truck, and the sound
of a short clicking siren filled the air.
I glanced down at the container of beer I had tucked between my legs and
started laughing.
Yep, I thought, dragging a shaky hand
through my short dark hair as the truck came to a complete stop. Tonight
is about to get fun.
I opened my
door and puked.
The door to
the holding cell clanked open loudly against the wall, and I groaned as I held
my head in between my hands.
Were all
jails this loud, or was I being specially punished? Wasn’t it enough that I’d spent most of the
night vomiting into the toilet in the corner?
At one point I was almost sure that death would’ve been more beneficial
to me.
“You reek,”
a soft voice said, and for the first time I felt a real momentary stab of
regret, as I looked up into my mom’s face.
I quickly cast my gaze back to her feet so I wouldn’t have to see the
disappointment in her eyes and noticed the boots of an officer walking toward
me.
“Time to go
home, son. Your mom has posted bail.” He
grabbed me by the elbow.
“I’m not
your son.” I yanked my arm from his
grasp. “Back off.”
“Look, Mr.
Walker, we can do this the hard way or the easy way. It’s up to you.” He took hold of me once
again.
I growled
under my breath and turned aggressively toward the man, intent on showing him a
thing or two, jail time be damned.
“Chase.” My
mom’s voice had almost a pleading quality to it. “Please.
Haven’t we been through enough?”
I turned to
look and saw the tears brewing in her eyes.
That bit of guilt returned to prick at my conscience. I clenched my jaw
so hard it felt like my teeth might break, but I backed down.
A few
minutes later I watched as my mom signed her name—Tori Lynn Walker—with a
flourish, and I was allowed to leave the police station in her custody.
“Where’s my
truck?” I asked, scanning the parking lot.
“Where do
you think it is? It’s been impounded.”
“Are we
going to get it now?”
“No.” She
hit the clicker on her key chain to unlock the doors to her red Toyota.
“When, then?”
I asked, trying to ignore the dull pounding ache in my head.
She sighed
heavily as she glanced at me over the roof of the car. “I’m going to sell it.”
Suddenly the
dull pounding resembled a roar. “Excuse
me?”
“No. Excuse
me, but I can’t take watching you drink your sorry butt into oblivion
anymore. You aren’t being
responsible. Having a vehicle is a
privilege—one you clearly don’t deserve.
If you’d been the one driving it last night, you would be in a whole lot
more legal trouble than you are right now.
Connor is being charged with the DUI.
You’ve been charged with underage drinking and possession of an open
container. From the smell on you, I’d
say you were lucky there isn’t a marijuana charge against you too.” She slid
into the car and slammed the door behind her.
I did the
same, intent on arguing with her, and instantly regretted the movement, my head
throbbing.
“So now
what?” I leaned back against the seat, suddenly feeling too tired to
fight. “Am I grounded? For how long?”
“Oh, it’s
going to be much worse than that for you.”
“What do you
mean?” I didn’t like the tone of her voice.
“Well, first
we have your court date on Thursday.
Then after we find out what the judge has in store for you … we’re
moving.”
“What?” I
said incredulously. “You can’t do that!”
“I have, and
we will!” She threw the car into gear and pulled out from the parking
space.
“Where?”
“To live
with Grandma and Grandpa.”
“You aren’t
serious, are you, Mom? Please, say you’re joking about this! Do you really want to make my life a complete
living hell?”
My mom hit
the brakes hard as she came to the stop sign.
I could see the anger written plainly on her face, but when she spoke
her voice was soft again.
“The only
person responsible for making your life hell is you, Chase.”
“Mom,” I
groaned. “Please don’t.”
“It’s
done. I’d been talking to them about it
already. I made the plans final as soon
as I found out you were arrested last night.
Grandma and Grandpa are waiting for us.”
“I can’t do
this, Mom. Don’t take us there. It’ll be even worse than it is here. There’s no possible way for me to fit
in. It’s like Hicksville there! Even Dad hated it. Grandpa is totally insane and ....” my voice
trailed off when I saw the hard look in her eyes.
Neither of
us spoke again for the rest of the ride home, but I was biting the inside of my
mouth in an attempt to keep my comments from spewing out. I knew it would only hurt her more, and
despite everything I’d done to add to her burdens, that had never been my
intention. I wasn’t trying to be bad or
make things harder on her. I was only
trying to forget it all.
The memories
resurfaced in my mind for the millionth time, despite my desperate attempts to
ignore them.
“Happy seventeenth birthday, Chase!” my dad
said, smiling as he handed me the keys to the gorgeous white extended cab Dodge
Ram pickup, with dark tinted windows, sitting in the driveway.
“Are you for real?” I exclaimed as I took
them and hurried toward the truck. “I
can’t believe you got it!”
My dad laughed. “Well, it was either that, or listen to you
go on about it every time we drove past the dealership together. I even got it in your favorite color. I still think the cherry red one was better
though.”
“No way.
White is always the best,” I replied, and he chuckled again.
“White isn’t even a color. It’s … white, like the absence of color.”
“I don’t care. It’s my favorite.” I grinned as I opened the driver’s side door
and hopped in, running my hands in awe over the steering wheel before leaning
over to check out the stereo system.
“So, do you like it then?” Dad’s voice broke
into my thoughts.
“I love it!” I said, sliding from the
vehicle.
He clapped me into a big bear hug, patting
me hard. “You deserve it. You’re a great
kid!”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Don’t forget I love you,” he added
quickly. “Now get to school, and hurry
straight home after football practice tonight.
Mom’s going to need some help with your party.”
“Yes sir.” I smiled, bending to pick up my backpack
I had dropped on the concrete.
“Sorry I won’t be there. I’ll try to call you tonight from Denver.”
“Okay, sounds good. Hope your meeting goes well.” I climbed inside the truck and started it.
He stood in the driveway, waving at me as I
drove away and headed to school.
That night I came home from practice to find
my mom sobbing on the couch, nothing ready for my party.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, dropping my
gear and hurrying to her side.
“Your dad’s secretary called. His plane crashed on the way to Denver.”
“What?” My heart sank. “Is he okay?”
“No one on board survived.”
Her words seared into me, sinking like a
branding iron, burning through every layer, and for a moment I forgot to
breathe.
I took a
deep gasp now, bringing myself back to reality as I realized I was holding my
breath once again. My hands were
clenched into fists, and I flexed them, forcing myself to relax as I turned to
stare out the window.
That was the
day my life had turned for the worse.
Everything, it seemed, started falling apart in that moment. My dad’s estate was settled and most of the
money went to pay off the debts of our family’s high priced lifestyle. We lost our ritzy Canyon Heights home and
moved from Scottsdale to a cheaper neighborhood in Mesa, Arizona.
I had to
change schools, which caused me to lose my spot as quarterback on the football
team, and the friends I had seemed to disappear into the woodwork.
No one cared
I was an all-star athlete at my last school.
I went from being popular, to just the new face in a sea of four
thousand others.
A few kids
from the partying crowd befriended me early on, and I quickly joined in with
them, eager to escape the things banging around in my head. They invited me to hang out that weekend, and
when they passed the blunt to me, it suddenly seemed to be just the thing I
needed. A little something I could get
lost in to help take the edge off.
All it took
was one time, and I was hooked. I’d
never really considered myself the drug and alcohol type, but that soon
changed. I lived for the next party,
knowing I’d be able to sink into that blissful numbness waiting for me there.
I tried to hide my new lifestyle from my mom
in the beginning, and was fairly successful.
Over time though, I started growing more careless as I sunk deeper into
things, and she started growing suspicious.
I knew she was catching on when she started grilling me about being late
and who I was with.
I became the
master of evasion with her, unwilling to give up the new world I’d created for
myself. She started grounding me for
breaking the rules, or she would take away my phone and truck for the
weekend. I quickly solved that problem
by keeping a little stash hidden in my room, breaking it out when she would
leave for work, or I’d lock my door, turn up the music and climb out the window
onto the roof to smoke.
My dealer
was a hot girl from school, and I started dating her. Sometimes she would come over to party with
me all day at the house. My mom never
knew that some of the worst things I’d ever done happened right in my own
bedroom while she was punishing me. Thankfully, she’d never caught on.
I had a nice
system going, and I thought things couldn’t get any worse—until now. Now my mom was dragging me to live on a ranch
in the middle of Podunk-freaking-nowhere with my psychotic grandpa who believed
ranching was the be-all, end-all, to learning life lessons.
Even before
my dad died, I hated going there to visit because all I ever did was work. I’d spent entire vacations, feeding cows,
straining milk, planting giant fields of corn, and mucking out stalls until I
was sure the manure smell would never come off me.
I quickly
learned to invent reasons not to go there by joining all the sport teams at
school. Games and practices didn’t allow
me to leave town much. During the summer
I worked as a lifeguard for one of the local pools, and trips to grandpa’s
house became fewer and farther between.
Even my dad volunteered to stay home with me, sending Mom away to see
her parents by herself.
The car
pulled into the driveway, and I hurriedly exited the vehicle. I rushed into the house ahead of my mom and
locked myself in my room. I sank down on
the bed, stretching out to bury my face into the pillow.
Her
declaration had shocked me. Looking
back, I probably shouldn’t have been surprised.
Yes, I could admit I was on a massive downward spiral, failing classes,
not playing sports—not caring about anything in general. I submersed myself in partying and trying to
cover the hurt inside. Mom threatened me
on several occasions that I better straighten up my act, or I wouldn’t like the
consequences. I thought it was all talk
though, and never did I think she would resort to moving again.
Silver
Creek, Arizona. I couldn’t believe it. I
would never survive there. There wasn’t
even anything to do—unless kids really were into cow tipping these days. And
the only weed a teenager could score was probably the ones growing on the sides
of the road.
I slammed my
fist into the headboard and felt my knuckles split open. I looked to see the blood running down my
fingers before I flopped back to my pillow.
Let it bleed, I thought. I don’t
even care.
My phone
buzzed in my pocket. I dug it out,
seeing the battery was nearly dead after not being charged during the night.
“You home?”
The screen showed a text from Conner.
“Yeah. You?”
“Yeah. Dad yelled for an hour. Says I’m going to jail.”
I felt sick
to my stomach. “Sorry, bro.” I typed
back.
“Guess we
finally got caught.”
“Guess
so. Mom’s making me move to Silver
Creek—with my grandpa.”
“Man! I
think I’d prefer jail,” Connor replied.
The phone
buzzed once loudly as it died. I tossed
it onto the nightstand and buried my face back into the pillow.
Everything
was so messed up.
“The
sentence is a five hundred dollar fine, and one hundred hours of community
service, as well as a weekend rehab session on the destructive nature of
alcohol and drug use.” The judge’s gavel
struck down, and I tried to keep my expression neutral as I left the courtroom.
“You got off
easy if you ask me,” Mom said once we stepped outside.
“Easy? You’re
kidding, right?” I complained. “What do
I need rehab for? I’m not addicted to anything.”
“You might
not be, but you’ve been abusing substances, and addiction usually follows
that. I think it’s a good call on the
judge’s part.”
I kept my
mouth shut. Arguing wasn’t going to do
anything but get me into more trouble.
“You’re
lucky. They could’ve suspended you and
kicked you out of sports, not that it matters since you haven’t played anything
since football season anyway.”
“So now
what?” I asked, wanting to get off the subject.
“Now you’re
going to pay the fine out of your checking account. Then we’ll make an appointment with the court
liaison so we can get your rehab and community service transferred to Silver
Creek.”
I
groaned. “Please, Mom. Isn’t there anyway I can talk you out of
this? I promise I’ll be better. Just stay here.”
“No, my mind
is made up. I think the change in
environment will be good for both of us.
It’ll be nice to feel like part of a family again.”
Not Grandpa’s family, I thought. The guy was a hard nose about
everything. He expected things to be
done a certain way, at a certain time, and you couldn’t argue with him.
I knew part
of my grandpa’s attitude came from being a corpsman in the Marines in his
younger years. He’d learned to love
rigid order, and he brought that over into his everyday life when he left the
service.
“It’ll be
like living in the middle of a military barracks,” I grumbled, pausing at the
door to the office my mom was ushering me into.
“Maybe that
won’t be as bad as you think,” she replied, looking up at me. “We can both use a little structure in our
lives right now.”
“Speak for
yourself,” I replied under my breath, but she heard every word.
“Do you
remember where we’re at?” She arched an eyebrow. “I don’t need any more attitude from you.”
“Let’s just
get this over with,” I said with a sigh and walked quickly through the door,
but she grabbed my arm, turning me back to face her.
“Trust me,
Chase. I only want what’s best for you.”
Her direct look was full of emotion, and it caused me to feel a moment of
regret again. I couldn’t hurt her any
more than I already had. She didn’t
deserve it.
“I’m trying
to, Mom. I really am.”
© Lacey Weatherford Books/Moonstruck Media, LLC.
© Lacey Weatherford Books/Moonstruck Media, LLC.
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Just finished reading CN. Loved it! And I got a kick out of the football team playing the Mountain Ridge High School Mountain Lions - I went to high school there :-)
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