Finding Harmony (11 page)

I slipped away into the bedroom, leaving him wanting more whilst I searched for his bag.

I spotted the big black bag in the corner of his room. There were so many of his belongings that I’d love to shove up my shirt and run out the door with.

I grabbed the bag and took it over to his bed where I began to rummage through it for the lighter, desperately needing to have my smoke. He had so much stuff in this bag, now I know why he always needed his bags to be so big.

“i-pod…”

“Phone…”

“Keys…

“Cocaine…”

“Lighter! Aha, Bingo!”

Wait a minute, Cocaine? What the…?! I pulled out the little baggie from one of the zipped compartments in his bag, staring at it intensely. What is Trey doing with this in his bag? The little bag was half empty. I could feel my heart start to race and my lips tremble as I clutched the angel dust in my fist. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

How could Trey do this to me?! How could he do it to himself?!

He had some serious explaining to do.

Chapter Eleven

              I throw the half empty bag of cocaine onto Trey’s bed in utter disgust. What was he playing at? Whilst Freddy and I were giving Trey our undivided attention morning, noon and night, trying to help him, he was just doing this behind our backs?

Suddenly I found myself placing two and two together. Of course! Everything made sense now, the puzzle was complete. This was the reason Trey had made such a ‘speedy recovery’ because he never really got off the drugs, the coke helped keep his withdrawal symptoms under wraps, and kept Freddy and I blinded by the illusion that Trey was actually getting his act together.

I could feel my blood boiling as it flooded through my pulsing veins, engulfing my body in heat, a fire erupting deep within me. My fists balled up so tightly in anger that my nails start to penetrate the skin on my palms.

“Harmony, did you find the lighter?” Trey calls cheerfully from the living room, completely oblivious to what I’ve just discovered.

I take a moment to steady my breathing before replying.

“Yeah”, I call back, desperately trying to mask the emotion in my voice.

I stay in the bedroom a while longer, trying to collect myself before heading back out. As I enter the living room Trey looks up at me lovingly from his sprawled out position on the sofa, a mischievous grin displayed across his face. His eyes stare into mine adoringly, beckoning me back over to his side. This perfect image of him, all angel-like and beautiful only makes me hurt even more.

How did I know that he wasn’t seeing Miranda? What if this was all just some big game to Trey? What if he never intended on moving away with me?

I want to run over to him and slap him silly, to tell him what a jerk he is, to demand a reasonable explanation as to why he is wasting his life away and why he doesn’t care about everything Freddy and I have done for him. But I can’t. I feel like I’ve wasted too many of my emotions on him. I can’t cry out at him, I can’t scream, I can’t yell. The anger that had taken hold of me only moments ago now disappears completely. As I stare at the man who has his hands wrapped firmly around my heart, the only thing I feel is disappointment.

I’m disappointed at Trey for not being man enough to get himself together but I’m even more disappointed in myself for ever believing that he could change, forever thinking that I could change him.

“Baby, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost, sweetie is everything alright?”

No, everything’s not alright. I’ve just discovered what a lying scumbag my boyfriend is and to tell you the truth I feel sick to my stomach. But of course I lie. I do to Trey what I do to everyone who hurts me. I lock them out and get as far away from them as possible.

“I’m fine, I just have a headache. I’m going to go back to my place and lie down for a bit.”

I walk towards to door, not looking at him once as I go.

“Okay, if you need anything I’m right-“

I walk out and slam the door behind me before giving him the chance to finish. I don’t go back to my apartment. Instead, I head outside into the freezing cold streets. The wind whips my hair vehemently against my face while the cold wraps itself around my small frame. I didn’t care, I just carry on walking. I don’t know where I’m going, I just know that I can’t be anywhere near Trey right now.

Chapter Twelve

“Okay, if you need anything I’m right-“

The door slams, cutting me off mid sentence. Something’s wrong, something’s very, very wrong. I know my own girlfriend well enough to tell when she’s lying.

I scramble to my feet and bolt towards the door, pressing my ear firmly against it, waiting for the sound of her apartment door opening but it never comes.

What happened? Why is she upset?

Everything was going great, I don’t understand.

Think, Trey, think.

I walk through to my bedroom, rubbing my temples in frustration, trying to figure out what could’ve happened. And there it is. The answer is staring me right in the face, literally. One little bag of cocaine lying in the centre of my bed.

Oh no. No, she’s got this all wrong. I know how this scene must look but it’s not what she thinks, I can explain.

In no time, I’ve pulled on my boots, grabbed my jacket and ran out the apartment after her. When I reach the street outside, the cold takes me by surprise but I don’t stop. I scan the busy streets, desperately trying to find her but it’s like searching for a needle in a haystack.

I’ve got to find her. I’ve got to make things better. I need her.

Chapter Thirteen

After walking the streets for who knows how long I wind up at some shady bar downtown. It’s funny how my mind always turns to drink in times like these.

A small group of men are all huddled outside of the bar having a smoke. They eye me up and down before making sleazy remarks at me, I ignore their wolf whistles and jeers as I make my way into the bar, nearly gagging on their repugnant smell as I walk past them.

The bar is filled with guilty looking people, all eyeing me suspiciously as I head straight towards the bar and take seat, ordering myself a stack of shots.

The first shot burns immensely as the liquid slides down my throat, leaving a bitter aftertaste in my mouth but I keep going, trying to fire the shots down as quickly as I can. I need an escape, I need to forget, and I need to get completely and utterly wasted.

I’m only half way through my shots when a voice I know all too well interrupts my drinking.

“Well, well, well, look what we have here.”

I spin around on the bar stool to be greeted by a slutty tramp. Miranda.

“You know, Harmony, I thought you would’ve known better than to show up in my part of town after that stunt you pulled the last time we met.”

I look at her wearily, the alcohol starting to set in a little now.

“What do you want, Miranda?”

She cackles wickedly, all the time edging closer to me. Two girls come to stand behind her, while a grubby looking guy moves over to my left side. He’s a little too close for comfort, his stale breath hitting off my neck. I steal glances at Miranda’s ‘friends’ and she lets out yet another hideous laugh.

“Aww, what’s the matter Harmony? You’re not so brave now that you don’t have Freddy or lover boy here to protect you, are you?”

I’m not in the mood for her, especially not now.

“I really couldn’t give a damn about you.” I snarl at her but she only takes pleasure from the venomous words I spit at her.

She leans in closer to me, her mouth just inches from my ear.

“Trey owes me for his last few hits and I will get my payment, Harmony… Too bad for you that you’re my key to this payment.”

She grins callously at me and I try to react but what happens next throws me off guard.

The tall grubby man next to me wraps himself around me, one of his hands covering my mouth to stop me screaming out while the other restrains my arms by my sides. I start to panic when I feel a sharp pain shooting up my right arm. I look down to see Miranda holding a needle in my arm, depositing a clear substance into my bloodstream. I look at her cruel face one last time before my vision starts to fade, everything becoming dark.

“Sweet dreams, Harmony, see you when you wake up!”

Chapter Fourteen

             
Trey paced the streets for what felt like hours, trying to find Harmony. However his search was useless. The city was too big and there were too many people to physically hunt her down all by himself. He’d lost count of how many times he’d tried calling her, but the calls always rang out. He knew she must really be pissed off at him because Harmony never failed to answer her phone.

He was so frustrated, he just wanted to hold her in his arms and tell her the truth about the cocaine. The truth was he wasn’t using any drugs. The coke must have been from a long time ago; he’d probably shoved it in one of the side compartments of his bag and completely forgotten all about it. He genuinely had no idea that he had it and if he had, the moment he discovered it, he would’ve flushed it down the toilet. After all, why would he want to go back to using drugs when his life was so much better without all that stuff in his system?