As a one last hoo-rah before Summer, my friend Carson decided we were having the biggest house party, ever.
Literally that's what he said.
I had taken all my finals and barely scraped my ass by. It's by sheer luck, cause I know damn well I don't deserve the grade I got.
Carson, Ryan and Flynn must have invited every one , our house is bursting at the seams with bodies.
The music is a lot louder than normal and I'm just sitting around with Davis, Xavier and Flynn, watching all these girls make a desperate attempt to get any one of our attention.
The girls were hot, but hot in a push me up against the wall way , not in a one day I want to settle down and meet your mom. Honestly though, who am I kidding? I definitely wasn't in any shape to settle down so it didn't make a world of difference to me. The thought though, was appealing.
I hear a commotion in the kitchen after my 5th shot of whiskey and get up to see what it was. Standing against the counter was Caroline Farr. Well, she's not really standing she's crouching and above her stands Adrian Adams. He's a coward, standing a good 4 inches taller and his hand is raised to her.
Listen, I'm not one to get into others business, but I do not tolerate a man, no sorry- a boy, who hits a female. Yeah, even womanizer me has morals.
Here goes our confrontation and it's not going to be pretty.
"What the fuck, Adams?" I say as I shove him off of her.
Caroline's makeup is running off her face and her lip is busted and bleeding.
"You got some real balls man thinking you got a right to place your hands on her in my house, you mother fucker!" I yell stepping toward him.
"This ain't your business, Luke. This bitch here (as his gestures to Caroline) was checking out that freshmen, Garrett" he said angrily.
"I don't care! You can't hit a woman, you asshole!"
"I'm the asshole? Fuck you! We got beef? Let's go"
And with that, my left hand connected to his jaw.
Left, right and left again, I got 3 hits square to his jaw, before he retaliated and tackled me.
Unprepared to be on the floor, Adrian got about 2 hits in when I blacked out.
I stood to my feet, and slung him to the fridge. I was all fists as I made my way to him.
He slumps to the ground and I keep wailing on him, he's swinging, but barely.
Everyone is yelling "FIGHT!" As Davis and Flynn are trying to break us up.
Adrian swings again and connects to my lip. I immediately taste metallic and that sends me over the edge.
I hit him with everything I had left and his head bounces off the floor.
Davis has a hold of my arm and starts pulling me off, but not before I take 2 good swift kicks to his ribs.
"You fuckin' asshole! Don't you ever EVER hit her! " I yell back to his body as Flynn pushes me up the stairs to me room.
"Tell Davis to take her home" I say to Flynn referring to Caroline.
My blood is on fire right now, my adrenaline is running so hard, I feel like I could run through the wall.
Trying to control my breathing, Flynn is rummaging through my drawers looking for a new shirt for me.
Damn it! My favorite Ramones t-shirt is ripped and my knuckles are busted and bleeding. My lip is swollen but you should see the other guy.
"Dude! What the actual fuck was that? " Flynn says as he tosses me a shirt.
"He's an asshole." I shrug.
"Umm, yeah. You need to chill." He said back.
"I'm good. I'm good." I say as I shrug my t-shirt on.
"I know just the thing, for you man." Flynn says as he rummages through his pockets.
He finds what he's looking for and hands it to me.
It's a small bag, it's got a white powder in it. Knowing Flynn, I know what this is. It's heroin.
"Naw, man. I'm good." I say trying to push it back to him.
"Trust me dude." He says.
"I got to go see my parents tomorrow, I don't need..." I trail off.
"I don't need to be high"
I don't need to be high, but damn do I want too. I don't want to think about going back to Compton and seeing anyone of the ghosts of my past.
"C'mon man!" Flynn says as he opens my door and trails down the hall to the bathroom, and I followed.
About 15 minutes later, I am blown out of this world. I don't even think I could form a coherent sentence. The rush of that liquid through my veins sent my body into orbit and I felt like I was in overdrive from the inside out.
"Shit." I think to myself....
The combination of drugs and alcohol, I was a walking zombie. But I felt like I was running a race inside my head.
It took a good 5 hours for me to settle down but I didn't care. During those 5 hours, I took 3 girls to bed.
Carissa, Danielle and Paige.
No, not all at the same time. Cut me some slack but damn, I felt insane.
I ended up passing out in the bathtub when I tried to go to the bathroom. I got dizzy and climbed into the tub, and that's how I woke up.
I know, I know. I need to get my shit together.
It's 3pm and my head feels like it's about to bust through the bones of my skull. My body aches, I don't know if it's the fight, the drugs or the sex but I am sore as hell this morning. My knuckles are swollen, I can barely use my hand to throw water over my face. I'm sure one or two are broken but I just really don't care.
I pop 2 Tylenol and down some water, since I feel like I ate sand and my mouth is dry. I just need to make the 3 hour trip back home to my parents so I could pass out and sleep this shit off.
I climb into my mustang and listen as the engine roars but even that sound sends my head into fits.
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I make a left on Kelp street and a right on Manchester to my child hood home.
Pulling in the drive behind my moms suburban, I park and as I'm climbing out, moms screaming and rushing to me.
She needs to chill.
After 30 minutes of absolute torture I convince her that I am too tired to wait up for dad.
My child hood room is still the same.
My basketball trophies are scattered on my dresser. Posters of Beyonce, models and UK basketball players liter the walls.
I slink down into my bed. I love this bed. I pull out my phone and keys from my pockets and set them on the night table.
"Damn!" I shutter to myself as I roll over and sleep off this hangover.