Heroin Love

by Hunter, I. M.

  Heroin Love

  By I.M. Hunter

  Copyright 2015 I.M. Hunter

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  BASED ON TRUE EVENTS

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six -- Megan

  Chapter Seven -- Kevin

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine -- Rachael

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven -- Uncle David

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen -- Megan

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen -- Megan

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  About The Author

  Connect With I.M. Hunter

  Chapter One

  My obsession with money started at a young age, everything else really didn’t matter. School just got in the way, rotting away in a jail all day learning things that would never help me in life. Will knowing who wrote what book, the meaning of them, really help me out in life? I doubt it. Hanging out with friends, watching movies, playing games, or doing drugs all was wasteful. When that school bell rang everyday, I ran home to change and go to work.

  Pulling my wagon around the neighborhood with my bicycle, knocking on the doors of my neighbors asking them to do anything they needed done. Cleaning the leaves out of their gutters, washing cars, even picking up dog shit. You name it I would do it. Instead of playing baseball or football on the weekends, I spent them re-tarring the driveways of the neighborhood. I may not have had friends or enjoyed my childhood like a typical kid would but I had the best of everything. The nicest bike in the neighborhood, the best clothes, and the best jewelry. One of my clients was a jeweler and we would trade work for jewelry.

  My professional life as a young adult was just the same. Instead of going to the bar with ‘the guys,’ I would spend the evenings meeting with the last client or going home to go over spreadsheets to try and maximize my sales. I was the only one in my company with a car phone, everyone wanted to use it instead of trying to hunt down the next pay phone to call their clients to verify the appointments. The work always paid off in the end, I always got everything I wanted.

  How many people can say their lives were turning out perfect? I had a beautiful wife, great marriage, five loving kids, and a thriving business. Every morning I had the stunning sight of watching the Florida sun rise while my boat swayed ever so slightly in the glistening water.

  My wife and I are your typical love story. Met in high school, went to prom together -- we were your ‘High School Sweethearts.’ Back then we were young, careless, spontaneous, and adventurous. Her golden locks strung down to her ass, glowing in the sunlight. Her multi colored eyes were enchanting, getting more green when she was upset, and brown when everything was a’okay. Her lean athletic figure intoxicated me, even her New York accent when she got mad at me turned me on. We did everything together. We were madly in love. I was obsessed with her I wanted everything for her, and to do anything for her.

  I always spent my life obsessing over everything, my career, having kids, and material items. I always needed everything, nothing was ever enough. And once I fixated on something, I needed to have it. I once got the idea of getting a fish tank, not only did I get a fish tank, I got several of them to spread around my house. The abundance of salt water let off a minute smell resembling the ocean as you walked through the house. Shark tanks that resembled the gloomy dangerous sea with black tip sharks constantly circling the destroyed ship that decorated the tank. Coral tanks that resembled the natural beauty of the ocean. Ultra Blue Maxima Clams sitting in the sand bed. Clown fish playing tag in the anemone, while being chased by the Regal Blue Tangs. Emerald crabs grazing over the rocks, eating any algae growing. A rainbow of corals, from vibrant blues, purples, and greens, illuminated underneath the lights mimicking the sun.

  I spent my evenings cleaning the house as if it where a museum. Starting from the top and going down. Cleaning each fan blade, every counter top whether it was used or not. Dusting the tops of picture frames even though they were dusted the night before. Moving the furniture into the center of the room to vacuum behind everything followed by me getting down on my hands and knees to hand mop the floor making sure every piece of lint was removed. Even every square inch of the baseboards. Returning everything to it's rightful place. Shamefully I even vacuumed down the dogs to try and keep the fur down. I got it down to a science and only spent a couple of hours a night on it. I would do this even though my wife may have just cleaned, it just wasn't done my way.

  The cars were cleaned every weekend top to bottom. My wife's pearl white platinum edition Escalade sparkled in the sun. It's chrome rims acted like mirrors. Accompanying the Escalade was my red GMC 1500 Denali work truck, all chromed out. While it was fancy for a work truck it is a downgrade from what I housed in my garage. A blacked out Henessey Corvette C7 Stingray. I even treated myself to the HPE1000 engine upgrade.

  Where the hell was I going in such a rush?

  It sat in the garage with the battery plugged in and rested under a cover to not get dust on it. It rolled out of the garage to get washed and then was put right back in. Freshly vacuumed and shampooed carpets, dusted of course to make it spot less. My freshly waxed exteriors gave the cars a silky feel that I always loved.

  The house and cars were always spotless, but no one ever seemed to care. The next day the kid's rooms where a mess, clothes on the floor, crumbs scattered throughout. The kitchen was a mess from all the food prep and cooking. Bowls sat covered in bread crumbs and marinade. Skillets with burnt food seared into the bottom sat in the sinks soaking. Smears of only god knows what created a film over the counters. It was just a continuous vicious obsessive cycle.

  I spent my whole life building an empire for myself and my family, it was an accomplishment, and I was very proud of myself. My days became a routine just like every other person’s life does. Wake up before the sun, eat the same boring breakfast of eggs and oats. Run over to your job, do the best you can even though it may be unappreciated. Come home, eat dinner while talking about your day to your family. Cleaning up dinner and the rest of the house. Then do a little more work before going to bed. The next morning you wake up and it starts all over again. This lingered on for a few years, until one day I made the biggest mistake of my life.

  Chapter Two

  August 23rd started off like any other day, alarm clock buzzing at 5:45 a.m. I moaned and groaned as I smack the alarm clock to silence the annoying sound. I mutter
ed to myself ‘Happy Birthday’ before creeping through the house as to not wake anyone. I took my usual blistering hot shower and was off to the rat race of life.

  The service industry in Florida is a thriving business and I took advantage of it. I performed jobs to stay in touch with the market and needs of the consumers so I could feel the heartbeat of the business in my hand. I worked the early hours out in the field from 6:30 a.m. until 11 a.m. then went to my office building to finish out the day.

  The Onyx Environmental building had a steel colored concrete veneer separated by blacked out windows. Our name was hung high in the sky at the top of the building. Etched out of white granite and illuminated by several bright white lights, it was a hard building to miss. It carried a very mysterious facade. In the rear of the building housed all of our ‘bat mobiles’ as I always liked to call them. It was empty, having all of them deployed in the field, but it would house over one hundred blacked out pick-up trucks with white branding on the side. As if we were saving our clients from disaster.

  The lobby of the building carried a simple yet tasteful design, black marble floors, a white marble receptionist desk with black swirls throughout, a 3-D company sign behind it. Black leather chairs lined the walls for waiting clients. The neutral grey walls complemented the room well. A refreshments bar featured fresh fruit, an espresso machine, and a mini fridge with bottled water. The lobby was very large to induce a feeling of prestige.

  As I strolled into my building, Ann my receptionist, jumped out of her chair with a look of panic on her face.

  She ran over to me and dragged me over into a corner and starts whispering, "We have a serious problem."

  "And what would that be..?" I responded.

  "I just got a call from...." As Ann begins rattling on, her voice seems to just disappear as I start day dreaming about speeding down the intracoastal in my boat and enjoying my birthday like I should be.

  As she finishes her rant of only god knows what I just simply responded with the standard "Okay I will take care of it."

  As lunch approached I called my wife to see if she wanted to join me for sushi at my favorite restaurant Sushi-Gon. When she answered the phone I was thrilled to ask her to lunch and spend some much needed quality time with her.

  "Hey Honey, want to go to Sushi-Gon with me for lunch?" I asked with an expected yes.

  "I can't go today, I have to get my hair done, then pick up the kids from school. I will see you later for dinner, Okay?"

  I couldn't believe it, she didn't even remember it was my birthday. We were having some issues like all marriage do sometimes, we were stuck in a rut.

  I simply said "Okay, love you."

  "Love you" she responded and hung up. I walked out of my office, strolled down the maze like hallway, saying ‘hi’ and ‘bye’ to the employees as I left for lunch.

  As I cruised into the parking lot of the restaurant, I noticed a lady that was easy on the eyes putting a sign perpendicular to the street that simply read ‘Toni's --- All Girl Staff.’

  I thought to myself, ‘It's odd they put a strip club over here, it really isn't the best placement for such a place.’

  I got out of my obnoxious corvette red pick up truck and started walking towards the door of Sushi-Gon anticipating my delicious lunch.

  As I approached the door I hear a women's voice shouting "Hey!" I turned to acknowledge the call, and saw the women who placed the sign.

  She begins the conversation with "We just opened up and need some clientele, why don't you come in and see what's going on."

  I graciously said " No thank you, strips clubs really are not my thing."

  "Oh we are not a strip club, hun." She said with a grin on her face.

  "Oh, I saw the sign and just assumed thats what it was...So what do you do then?"

  "Why don't you come and find out?" She said in a cunning tone, while trotting off with a sexy bounce back to her building.

  I brushed it off and continued to go get seated for my lunch.

  Entering the restaurant you immediately noticed you were in China, Japan, or whatever asian country they were trying to represent, quite frankly it all looks the same. A Koi pound off to your immediate right housed several fish, ranging in colors covering the entire rainbow. A bamboo rocking fountain letting out constant trickling noise then making a gentle clacking sound as the bamboo filled. The lighting was dim, red paper lanterns filled the ceilings. All of the furniture was a deep mahogany, rice paper with a cherry blossom painted onto it divided parts of the restaurant. The hostess stand was pretty basic, except for the twin foo dogs that were nearly as big as the stand itself.

  I sat down with a mixture of excitement and disappointment, ready for the delicious feast of sushi I was about to consume while still being upset I was here alone. While I was waiting to get greeted by a waitress for the typical ‘Hi, My name is blah blah blah and I will be taking care of you’ bullshit I was reviewing the menu as if I was a restaurant critic. Which I could never understand why I did it as I already knew what I wanted before I even came into the restaurant.

  The waiter approaches the table and announces what is to be expected, "Hi my name is George, and I will be taking care of you today, can I start you off with something to drink?"

  In a haste I responded "I will take a water, and for lunch I will take the Gon-Gon Boat."

  "Coming right up," and he left without further interruptions.

  The Gon-Gon Boat is a culinary feast if I do say so myself. It is a boat sculpted very carefully out of rice, seaweed, and little pieces of wood...kind of like toothpicks. It nests 20 pieces of the best mouthwatering sushi this town has to offer.

  As I am sitting patiently waiting my feast to arrive, I cannot get the thought of that building out of my mind. Curiosity is consuming my thoughts like a bad plague, for the life of me I cannot figure out what that building could possible be.

  When the waiter rushes by to give me my drink, I stop him in his tracks, "Hey...George was it? What is that place by you guys 'Toni's' all about?"

  George stopped and stared at me like a little boy in a candy shop, "I haven't been inside myself but I see some of the finest chicks walking into that joint."

  "And you don't know what they do?" I said in disbelief.

  He begins to walk away muttering "No man, sorry."

  The arrival of the Gon-Gon Boat is sort of a spectacle, and I hate it. Every time you order it they put on a little show for you as if everyone wants to see it. As I see George coming with my meal, I see him light the sparklers that they insist on attaching to the meal. As he walks two other employees join him and they start clapping, making a scene. He graciously places it on my table and walks away. As I patiently wait for the ridiculous spectacle of sparklers to dissipate, I examine the sushi and plan my attack. California Rolls, Volcano Rolls, Eel Rolls, Octopus, you name it, this thing has it.

  The fireworks stop, and I dive in scarfing it down like a prisoner that just got released. That is how I always ate, spared no mercy. Then came the shell of the ship... My wife and I usually played and joked with it, as if we were pirates. Then I would take it home but before, I would stop and buy some deep red roses from the local florist and have him design the bouquet into the boat for a real presentation. We would display it in the kitchen for a couple of days and then throw it out. Considering my lonesome here I just beckon George like the obnoxious prick I am.

  I snapped my fingers "Hey George..." He heard me and came shuffling over. "Get rid of this thing, and heres $100, should take care of it right?"

  He was running a total in his head, you could almost see his eyes ticking like a calculator adding up my simplistic bill.

  "Yeah that should do it, thank you have a good day."

  Bloated from eating the whole meal myself I walked out of restaurant as if I was carrying an infant in my stomach.

  I got back into my truck and sat there, music on -- of course the eighties --, a/c blowing and just relaxing. I sat there staring,
no no no, glaring at that building, Toni's. I couldn't stop staring at it until I just had enough. I ripped the keys out of the ignition, swung the door open basically ripping it off the hinges, and begin swiftly walking, hell I would say almost jogging over to the door. I swung the door open and stepped inside.

  The inside was very basic... almost too basic. It had laminate floors, white freshly painted walls, not one decoration, and just a desk. You were greeted by an empty room with a desk, a woman, and a hallway off to the left, which you couldn't see down. A middle aged woman, maybe mid thirties, with pin straight brunette hair sat at the desk looking towards a computer. Wearing modest business attire, a plain white short sleeved dress shirt, and a tie-front striped pencil skirt. The same women who put the sign up outside as I pulled in.

  "AHA! I knew I would see you here, you had that look in your eyes." The receptionist said with confidence.

  I made a slight smile and said "And your name was again?"

  "Jessica, you can call me Jess."

  Getting slightly impatient I said "Okay, Jess, what do you do here, it seems rather empty to be in business."

  She grinned at me again explaining "We do fantasy photography, any theme you like, western, business, whatever." A feeling of total disappointment rushed over me, I don't know what I was expecting but that was a complete let down.

  "Okay, goodbye,” I turned around and started to make my exit.