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AhmedStars in my Head: Part One; Chapter 10 (First Half)
January 3rd 2008 12:58
SHARNEE’S BOOK
Tonight; THE PARTY. Hurrah, hooroo, wee hee etc, etc.
Notes to self; Do not turn up bass close to expensive fish.
Do not attempt to walk if caught by parents while drunk.
Keep all clothes on.
Do not sit on cat/s
Refuse twister of any sorts while people are drunk and/or likely to vomit.
If something sound stupid when sober, consider it strongly.
If something seems stupid when drunk, do not attempt. Nothing seems stupid when drunk.
Forget any one rule if circumstances apply.
Tonight; THE PARTY. Hurrah, hooroo, wee hee etc, etc.
Notes to self; Do not turn up bass close to expensive fish.
Do not attempt to walk if caught by parents while drunk.
Keep all clothes on.
Do not sit on cat/s
Refuse twister of any sorts while people are drunk and/or likely to vomit.
If something sound stupid when sober, consider it strongly.
If something seems stupid when drunk, do not attempt. Nothing seems stupid when drunk.
Forget any one rule if circumstances apply.
The car drove up to Faith’s garage. Faith looked out at it, out the window. Her mother walked to the door with her.
Mike got out the car door, slamming it behind him as Faith and her mum came out into the yard.
“G’day.”
“Hello,” said her mother. Mike recognized that ‘Hello.’ It was the sort of hello his Gran gave to door to door salesmen and people with nipple rings. It suddenly occurred to him that this may be a good deal more difficult than it appeared.
“Err, how are you?”
“Good. You won’t have to worry about giving my daughter a lift. I’m driving her to the party to meet Toms parents.”
“Err, don’t!” Her mother gave him a strange look. Faith had a panicked expression on her face.
“Why not, er…”
“Michael.”
“Michael. Why not, Michael?”
“I, it, sorta, it’s just that, in a way…” Suddenly the opposite car door to him opened and a twenty-something man got out, walked up to Faith’s mum and shook her hand.
“G’day. I’m Tom’s father, Andrew. My wife and I have been, sorting some problems out at home. Just some minor hassles but we’d prefer not to let everyone know, if you understand.”
“You look quite young.”
“Why thank you.”
“I mean, you look too young to be Tom’s father.”
“Well ah,” he leaned closer and lowered his voice. “We were quite young when it, Y’know, happened. And ah, I also had a bit of, face work done, some wrinkle stuff, you know, that sorta thing. I work out a bit too.”
“Well. I trust you’ll be fine with giving Faith a lift?”
“Certainly.”
“And me?”
“Um, I don’t know… Why?”
“I’d like to meet your wife.”
“She’s ahh…” He leaned closer again. “She’s got chronic diarrhea. She’s spending the night in hospital.”
“Oh! How terrible! You will be having adult supervision though?”
“Of course.”
“OK. Well. Faith, I’ll see you later.”
“Bye mum”
They got into the car, and began to drive, Mike and Faith in the back. Faith leaned over the seat.
“Are you really Tom’s dad?”
“Nope. I’m Mike’s brother.”
“Though so.”
***
System of a Down was crunching through the walls as they arrived.
“Remember!” called Mikes brother from the car as they approached the front door. “Don’t get too pissed. You vomit on my car, you can clean it up!”
“I’os gonna stay the night!” His brother shrugged.
“Whatever. Givisa call if y’need anything!”
“Kay!”
They went in the house. The volume of the music was amazing. They went into the lounge room where Sharnee, Tom and George were sitting around.
“Beer?” offered Tom. Mike gave a nod and caught it as Tom chucked one at him.
“Faith?” She shook her head.
“No thanks!”
“Turn the music down!”
“Eh?”
“I said… hang on!”
Sharnee left the room and the music dropped several decibels.
“What’s with the music!” yelled George.
“At least we can here each other now. Here, try this” Sharnee offered a fruit cocktail to Faith.
“Nah.”
“Faith. Alcohol isn’t the devil, have a frickin’ try!” Faith took the bottle from Sharnee, gave her an uncertain look, and took a drink.
“Is this even alcohol?” Sharnee laughed, took the bottle off her and took a drink.
“It doesn’t taste like it eh? They’re pretty strong though. How off your face could you get on these?”
“Be surprised if we didn’t find out tonight”
“Shut up Tom.”
“Can I have one?” asked Faith.
“Yeah,” said Tom throwing her one. Faith twisted off the cap and took a drink. It tasted nice, just a hint of alcoholic taste. She’d never really drunk before, just a sit of her parents’ wine or beer once in a while. And when she got accidentally drunk on brandy custard but that was a long time ago.
Mike finished his beer and put it on the ground.
“Want another?”
“Later.”
“So what are we gonna do.”
“Something”
“Choose something.”
“Truth,” said George.
“What, that some game from grade six?” asked Mike. George glared at him.
“We go person to person, getting out the darkest secrets. Someone doesn’t reveal them, someone else has to tell us what they didn’t. After someone starts they pass it on.”
“Sounds pretty shit arse”
“Orrite, you start Mike”
“How do I know y’won’t blab them all”
“ ‘Tsa rule o’ the game. What’s said now is forgotten, never said again. Start”
“Orrite. I ah… I lied to my parents when they died. I said I went to Sharnees but I went to the Calphah Gorge mine, the old closed one. My parents wouldn’t let me go but I had all these porn mags that I wanted, still in there, so I moved them away, had a look through them, then home. There was a cop there, and he told me they’d totaled their car. They were dead. Then I went inside and found a message on the table. Have fun at Sharnees’; do rubbish at home, some shit like that. And I ah… took a few pills, I had a headache, and I slept until the end of the next day. God knows what I took, I didn’t. I was just, lost I guess. It’s strange.” He took a breath. “George.”
“I almost killed someone in grade four, at my old school. Went psycho with a baseball bat cos they pissed me off. Sharnee.”
“Me? Shit, y’don’t wanna know mine.”
“I do, I do!” vouched Tom.
“Shut up Tom. Orrite then, ah, here’s a not so massive one. When I masturbate…”
“Oh, God Sharn!”
“Here we go,” muttered Tom.
“…I think of Mike.”
There was a silence where Faith looked around uncomfortably and Mike went slightly red. Tom and George suddenly laughed and clapped.
“Sorry Mike. Didn’t mean to embarrass you. I’ll make it up to you, skip your turn. Tom’s go.”
“What? Oh, ah… I’ve had a pretty boring life compared. I… Oh yeah, once in grade nine I’d had a few drinks, so when I had this hallucination thing it was a pretty strong one, and I uh… I tried to make out with a lamp.” Sharnee burst out laughing.
“Probably the best you ever got eh Tommy?”
“Up yours. Your turn again Sharn”
“What? Y’can’t do that can you?”
“Not against the rules,” said George, leaning back.
“Orrite then, When I was in grade nine I went to this party where all the drinks had E or something in them…”
“I think we’ve all heard this one”
“Thought so. OK then, Faith.”
“Um… Nothing much.”
“C’mon Faith.”
“Is that a refusal?” asked George.
“No. I just don’t have any secrets. Umm…”
“If it’s a refusal we’ll have to get someone to tell us one of yours.”
Sharnee took a long drink out of her fruit cocktail, finishing it off and grabbing a beer. Faith looked at Mike. ‘Don’t worry,’ he mouthed.
“I went skinny dipping once, in the Litmont Dam. How’s that?”
“Who with?”
“Just me.”
“C’mon, someone tell us her secret.”
“No! This is bullshit, I’m not playing.”
“The game isn’t over.”
“It is for me.”
“Oh, fuck this for a joke…” said Sharnee.
“Sharnee, don’t,” said Michael
“Faith tried to top herself”
“Shut up you bitch Sharnee!”
“Look!” yelled Sharnee, grabbing at Faiths sleeve.
“SHARNEE!” yelled Mike.
Sharnee grabbed Faith’s sleeve and pulled it up, showing the faint scars.
“Fuck off!” yelled Faith, jerking her arm back and belting Sharnee in the nose. Her nose cracked, Sharnee fell back over the coffee table, knocking over drinks onto the carpet. She jumped up and slapped Faith across the face. Michael jumped up and pushed between them, knocking Sharnee back.
“Piss off Mike. It doesn’t concern you.”
“Sit down. You’re drunk. You’ve been drinking since you got here, when did you get here Sharn?”
“Early. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Pass it on Faith, who’s turn?” asked George.
“No ones,” said Tom. “The games over.”
“It’s not over till everyone is finished. I’m not!”
“Leave it George!”
“In grade eight. I was going out with Faith…”
Faith glared at him breathing hard, her fingers clenched and shaky.
“Don’t tell. Don’t tell you bastard, don’t tell, don’t say anything.”
“We went into my room. She took off her shirt…”
“Shut up George! Just, shut the fuck up!” yelled Mike.
‘She was asking for it. She wanted it, she told me what she wanted me to do…”
“SHUT UP!”
“Don’t do it George,” said Faith.
“What’s wrong Mike? You just jealous?”
“I couldn’t be jealous of what you did.”
“Really? Don’t you wish she wasn’t so frigid?”
Mike belted his fist into George’s face. George stumbled back, Mike punched his nose.
George tripped backwards, the lurched forward, belting Mike in the stomach so hard he thought he’d vomit. He punched him a second and third time, and this time Mike did vomit.
George’s blurry figure slowly lifted off him, pulled back by Tom and Sharnee. Among the pain over his whole body he felt Faiths cool touch, pulling him up under his arms, bringing him to his feet and helping him stumble out the door.
***
Tom opened the door to his parents’ room and saw two people having sex.
“Bhlarrg!” he cried, slamming the door. There was no chance in hell his parents were home. He looked into the lounge room. He spotted George and Sharnee. It could be Mike and Faith? Doubtful. He hadn’t seen them come in, but there was a back door. Most likely it was a hallucination. He decided not to risk a second look. He found from experience that human hallucinations that weren’t hallucinations could get you in plenty of trouble.
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