Our Pizza Romance

Chapter 30: Grilled Zucchini (Part 2)

I see Andrew and all his teammates injecting themselves with heroine. Some of them had already passed out and while some of them had that far away look on in their eyes. Andrew was one of them too, infact, he just refilled his syringe to shoot himself another hit. I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. I just couldn't.

Andrew had a dark past. But I thought he had left that behind. He was into drugs. But he stopped. He even went to rehab for it. And he promised to never to do it again. I felt disappointed in him and angry, but mostly sad. "Drew what are you doing?" I asked appalled by the horrific sight in front of me.

He had his eyes closed, drops of sweat trailing down his face. "Go away", he said through gritted teeth. "I don't want to see you anymore". Why is he acting like that?

The people around us sensed the tension in the air. "We will leave you guys alone", muttered Will. He was one of Drew's closest friends and probably the only one who wasn't taking any drugs.

Andrew wasn't telling me anything so I decided to ask Will, "Will what's wrong? Why is he doing this? Why doesn't he want to talk to me?"

He looked at me and then at Andrew, "I can't say much. Talk to Drew. He is really upset". With that he and his friends left us alone in his room.

"Drew what's wrong?" I asked kneeling down to touch his forehead. I took the injection away from his hand. He was drunk, he reeked of alcohol too. "Drew talk to me!"

After some time he finally responded, "Get away from me Rose!" He pushed me hard, enough to make me lose my balance and fall on the floor.

I was pissed now, that hurt and he had no right to push me. "What the hell Andrew? What's wrong with you? I thought you are not into drugs anymore..... I thought you left all that for good". "It's because of you... GO AWAY!" He cried out.

"What did I do?" I asked.

"You... you cheated on me..".

"What? What the hell are you talking about Drew? I would NEVER do that to you".

"I also thought the same but then I saw you with that guy on the couch. Just a few moments ago", he got up walking towards me, I felt fear when I looked into his eyes. I took a few steps back. "What the hell are you talking about?" I wasn't on the couch, I was upstairs eating pizza.

"No it was you. You were wearing the top I gave you". Then everything clicked in my head. Jules borrowed my top for the party. Of course he might have seen Jules and thought it was me since Jules's new hair colour was the same shade as mine. Jules was naturally blonde but she likes to experiment. So she dyes her hair often.

Before I could explain myself, Drew pushed me against the wall, in the process hitting the back of my head against the hard surface.

"DREW!" I screamed from the pain. He was staring at me menacingly. His eyes red were red and he was digging his fingers into my arm.

"DREW LET GO OF ME! IT WASN'T ME.. IT WAS YOUR....".

"SHUT UP YOU BITCH! I LOVED YOU AND THAT IS HOW YOU RETURN YOUR LOVE?" He pulled on my hair and banged my head against the wall. I screamed but there no way anyone could hear me over the music that was blasting downstairs. He banged my head the wall repeatedly, I tried to escape his clutches but he was too strong for me and I was getting light headed. The last blow was so hard that I fell on the floor and the last thing I remember is Drew kicking me in the stomach before I passed out.

Everything hurt. I struggled to get up but I could barely move my legs. I touched the back of my head to find my fingers coated in blood and I had scars all over my hand. Drew isn't in the room, so I struggled to escape but I couldn't. I knew he was going to come back again and hurt me. Tears were streaming down my face but I tried to keep myself together. I called Jules but unfortunately she wasn't picking up, she was probably wasted in her room. The only people I knew at this party was Drew and Jules so I did the only thing that I could think of. My hands were shaky but I somehow dialled number, the call went immediately "Hello 911 what's your emergency?" What I didn't realize was that I just made the biggest mistake of my life.

I woke in a room that I didn't recognize. Someone had bandaged me wound. I was at the hospital. Someone opened the door. I look up to see the doctor approaching me.

"How are you feeling Emerson?" He asked checking my vitals.

"I feel okay. Much better", I said quietly. I didn't feel any kind of pain on my body but I was still weak.

"You had a few minor injuries. If I see you health is stable I will release you soon ".

I just nodded. "Emerson we tried calling your mother but it seems like her phone is switched off. Any other number we can try?"

"She is out of the country. So you won't be able to reach her number. She will call me once she gets a new number", I lied. My mother wasn't out of country. She is in L.A. for a conference. The conference was important and I didn't want her to worry or worse leave the conference and come back because of me. So I had to lie. The doctor went away. The nurse came to change my bandage and brought me my breakfast but I wasn't hungry.

After sometime the nurse came to ask me if I was ready to talk to the police. I said yes even though I was apprehensive. I didn't know what type of questions they would be asking.

A man in his mid forties stood in front me, he had a bushy caterpillar moustache and frown on his face. His name tag read Officer Smith.

"Miss Emerson are you feeling alright now?"

I nodded my head.

"Can I ask you a couple of questions?"

"Yes", I breathed out.