Falling For Insanity

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven:

Eric's POV

Blake started letting loose a long while ago. He pregamed hard before riding with me to this party. A tab of acid, a couple shots, and a joint later...

Blake is sweating and having more fun than I've ever seen him have. The smile on his face was pure, not a negative thought or feeling surrounding him in the slightest. He came in as the life of the party and it seems he is still only just beginning. Tonight Blake is a 'yes man' and I was enjoying every moment of it.

You could see the adrenaline in him as his veins bulged but his body appeared calm as he gently rocked to the music and took another shot with me. The guy was tripping balls right now and for someone who no longer does it like he used to, he is handling like a champ. I remember when Blake was fourteen and he used to freak out when taking pills or dropping acid. My little brother is growing up on me.

"Where's Cory?" Blake asked, glancing around as if he could even see straight enough to seek him out in the hundreds of people in this massive house.

"He had other things to do." I tell him. "What you should be worried about is where Rosie Mae is." I chuckle. When that girl sees Blake beyond f****d up, she might just lose her s**t and I'll be loving it.

"Hopefully she's already a little drunk." Blake says, rubbing a hand over his face. "She's got a no drugs thing."

I tilt my head slightly. "She gets drunker than all of us." I point out. "I don't think she has much room to tell you what substances to take and not take."

Blake glanced over at me with a look that proved me right but he decided not to respond. On his part, this was probably best.

I still had yet to discuss the little thing Rosie Mae pulled at the movies the other night. It was kind of funny to know she was probably sitting back, antsy and over thinking what she did as she waited for me to say something to her about it. Keeping her waiting has to be frustrating her more and more every day. This was nothing compared to what she did to me at the movies though.

I had no idea I had that much restraint. Part of me wished I had dragged her back into that bathroom and took her right there. But I know Rosie Mae isn't ready for me yet. One move from me and she'd run the other way, angry and upset.

The key word being yet. In time, slowly but oh so surely, Rosie would be more than ready for me. I'll know when that time is. She will wear a look in her eyes, telling me that she is more than willing to give herself to me...and for me. When that comes, I won't hold a thing back.

"Looks like she's had a few." Blake laughs, motioning across the room with his hand that holds his solo cup.

Blake was right. Rosie Mae did in fact look a bit drunk with her face flustered pink and a bright smile. She danced close to Faith, both girls color coordinated and in unison as usual.

As much as Rose would like to think and say that Faith and her are so different...they really aren't. The only difference I see in the two is the number of people both of them have slept with. Both girls are seductive, sultry, they just both use them in different ways.

Watching Rosie on the sidelines is always quite the sight. Seeing her without that scowl she always shoots me is a pretty thing.

"Oh my god, you two are f*****g loaded." Faith laughs when the two girls reached us after dancing a little longer.

Rosie Mae didn't seem too bothered by my presence this time. The liquor is definitely making her more confident than she would be if she didn't have that drink in her hand. I had expected her to sprint the opposite direction after the movies.

Her eyes found mine, only for a second before letting them wonder around the room as she resumed dancing a little to the rhythm of the music. She was either trying really hard, or has found a new little personality with me.

"We did some acid." I tell her, glancing over at Blake who shot me a glare. I knew he didn't want me to say anything, but I couldn't help but to tease the irony in all of this.

"You did acid?" Rosie asks, stopping her dancing to focus on Blake with a mix of shock and confusion.

"Don't act so shocked." Faith said dismissively as she sipped her drink and waved to someone who walked past.

Sometimes I forget how much Faith has been around for, how much she really knows. Minus the murdering and ridding of bodies, Faith pretty much knew everything about Blake and I.

I wonder why she hasn't said anything to Rosie about this. Considering the knowledge I have about both Blake and Faith...it wouldn't be too far fetched to think Blake could have something to hold over her head...that being the reason why Faith has kept her mouth shut about little ol bad boy Blake.

There's a lot to unpack between the four of us, secrets kept from each and every one of us. All of us appeared to have debts to pay, lies to tell and all of which were being mixed around and lost in translation between us.

I also found that I am the only one who is curious enough and bold enough to find out all of these dirty little secrets. I know what I'm hiding. Now I want to know what Faith and Blake are hiding together. What Faith and Rosie are hiding together. What Rosie and Blake were hiding.

All of our lives don't make sense, all of our personalities completely overshadowed by secrets being kept till the grave. This just won't do for me.

"It's not like he's ever done it before. Of course I'm shocked." Rosie defended herself.

Faiths eyebrows raised from above the rim of her glass as her eyes darted around, ignoring the obvious elephant in the room.

I could tell Blake was about to crack under the pressure. He was already sweating from tripping before, now he's drenched.

"Go get us all some more drinks, girls." I instructed, taking Blake's cup from his hand and holding both of our cups out to Faith.

Faith knew I was trying to advert Rosie's attention from the subject, taking the cups from me without hesitation and ushering Rosie along to the kitchen.

"He stole the bag." Cory was switching his weight from his left foot to his right, nervously back and forth. "He's here. I don't think he knew you'd be here. But I followed him."

He wasn't supposed to be here tonight.

"Okay okay. Chill out." I held my hands up between us, in a 'calm down' motion before running them through my hair, looking around the party.

Blake, already on one and twitching a bit is now spinning his head around rather quickly, not even knowing who he's looking for. I gave him a weird look before focusing back on Cory.

"We'll address you letting Landon steal it and get away later." I sigh, peering around the corner, seeing the girls still in the kitchen, distracted in conversation with another girl. "Cory, you look around the back of the house. Blake and I will look around the front. If you find him, lead him outside, around back."

"Nah, man..." Blake shakes his head, dilated pupils staring directly at me as he says, "I'm out. I don't want any part of this."

I grab his arm as Cory walks away, dragging Blake behind me as we begin searching the front. "You're in." I grumble. "Just warn me if the girls spot us."

I ignore his curses from behind me.

This type of thing never happened. Stealing from me was a rarity, people knowing the consequences of doing so. I lead by example. It wasn't too big of a deal when it did happen but it still meant I needed to handle business.

The stupidity in coming to a huge party after stealing from someone is what is crazy. Landon must really be stupid if he thinks he'd ever have a chance of getting away with that.

When I still had her to spot Landon, we went to the back of the house and exited out the door, looking around on the empty patio.

Just as we stepped off the last stair, leading to the grass, a voice said,

"Watch where your going."

I turn around to see Blake being shoved by Landon.

Blake got up from the ground quickly, adrenaline rising quickly as he lunges for the thief, racking him to the ground before landing a few punches.

The back yard was empty and the music was loud, masking the grunts and groans from the fight so we didn't draw any attention.

Cory rushed down the steps, coming to my side as we both retrieved our guns from the back of our waistbands.

"I say we let them go at." I tell Cory with a chuckle, holding my arm out to stop him as he makes a move towards them.

He stops and does as I say but I can tell he wants to object.

Blake, with heavy breaths, stands up with a bloody face and stumbles over to me. It surprises me, but I don't stop him when he snatches the gun from my hands.

Blake brought a limp arm that was holding the gun up, aiming it at Landons head. "f**k you." He spat, blood spewing from his lips.

I grabbed the back of Cory's shirt, yanking him back as he goes to try and stop Blake. I wasn't going to tell him again to leave it be.

A gun shot echoed across the large lawn.

If we're lucky, the music also covered the sound of that up.

Landons already laying body, now laid lifeless on the ground, eyes wide open.

"Holy s**t" Blake mutters, dropping the gun to the floor and taking a step back. "I f*****g killed him." He looked back at me with frantic eyes.

"That you did." I tell him, going to grab the gun he dropped and putting it back in my waistband. "Familiar feeling, brother?" I asked with a grin. "It's been a while."

Cory stood still, watching our interaction. I know, just like me, Cory is seeing the Blake we know come back to life. All he needed was a little taste of...

Blood.

"I can't believe I did that." He gaped at the sight of Landon.

"Cory, put Landon in the car and take him to the boys. They'll help you get rid of the body." I instructed, giving Blake a nudge. "Let's go back inside, Blake...before the girls start wondering where we are...if they haven't already."

Blake have slow nods and slow steps forward, casting glances behind him at Cory who is trying to get a good grip on Landon's body before dragging him to his car.

The plan was to come up with some elaborate scheme to get Blake to kill again, to bring him back to his roots. Though he beat me to it, seemingly already wanting to get back to those roots all on his own.

Everything happened very fast. I wanted to see how far he'd go but I truthfully didn't think he'd actually kill him.

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"Rosie Mae." My taunting tone speaks from behind her. "You have some explaining to do."

She was startled, jumping at the sound of my voice and whipping around to face me in the hallway were in. She was waiting for the bathroom, back now facing the door as blood shot eyes peered up at me.

Blake ended up catching a ride with some guy he knows from school, saying he needed to just go home after what happened. With a smooth lie about going to hard tonight, he disappeared to go sit in his thoughts.

"I really just need to pee, Eric." Her words slur

"You're not getting off that easy and you know it."

She rolls her pretty eyes, placing a hand on her poked out hip. "I was drunk, okay? That's all there is to it."

"You're drunk right now."

She paused in thought. "What are you saying?"

I grinned down at her, taking her hip in my hand with a slight squeeze. She sucked in a audible breath at my action, body stiffening slightly. "So keep the same energy you had at the movies."

Rosie shoves my hand off of her with a scoff. "That was a drunken mistake that I won't be making again. I love Blake and there's nothing that's going to change that." It sounded like she was trying to convince herself of this more than she was trying to convince me.

"You said Blake isn't as aggressive with you as I am." I find her waist again. This time, she keeps a hand on my wrist but doesn't move my hand away. "I could make you feel a lot of things that he can't."

She reached to my words, her grip tightening on my wrist and her breaths coming a little quicker. I'm turning her on. I can just imagine the thoughts shes having. I wish she'd tell me them.

"Face it, Rosie Mae. You want me just as bad as I want you."

Her eyes flicker to mine before landing on my chest. "No I don't." She claims, as if I'd believe her. "I love Blake."

"Yet you still want me."

"You're so conceited."

"If that's how you feel then why are you still letting me touch you?"

As if snapping back to reality, Rosie wiggles away from my grip, putting distance between us as she starts down the hall, giving up on using the restroom.

"Just leave me alone, Eric." She calls over her shoulder.