cannibals [slow updates]

iv | harvey davidson

dedicated to exhaustion because she interests me and I thought she was quite cool

iv. harvey davidson

"So, we'll meet up at my house at five, alright?" Free said, before walking over to her car.

"Yeah," they agreed, going in their separate ways. Harvey climbed into his car and pulled out the lot.

When he got home, Harvey pressed the security button on the gate. A couple of seconds later, a cracking noise was heard from the receiver.

"Who is at the gate?" He could recognise his father's voice, and he clenched his fists.

"Open the fucking gate," Harvey growled.

"Not with that tone, young man," he replied, shutting off the speaker.

Harvey's jaw clenched. So that's how to old man wanted to play, huh?

He was already in a bad mood, and his dad only made it worse.

Thinking, Harvey smirked as he reached for the volume knob.

An obnoxious rap song blared out the radio, shaking the car and most likely the whole neighbourhood.

Then, making it worse, Harvey switched the station to rock, where the lead singer screamed out the lyrics to a vaguely familiar song.

He heard the neighbours open their front doors to see what the commotion was, but they disregarded it when they saw it was just him being him.

"Harvey!" He swung around and -faced his front door.

Red faced and angry, his father stormed out of the house.

He saw his father saying something, and in response, Harvey replied: "I'm sorry, I can't hear you over Slipknot being psychosocial."

Harvey switched off the radio as his father walked out in front of the gate.

"Get your ass in the house this instant!" His father growled out.

He shrugged and put the car in drive to get into the gate.

--

"Do you have any idea what trouble you give me?!" Harvey didn't even blink as he sat casually in his father's office.

He was so used to the lectures he received on a daily basis that it didn't even bother him in the slightest.

Harvey tucked his arms behind his head, and propped his boot clad feet up on the desk.

"Yeah, yeah, blah blah. I get it dad, it's not like you don't say the same shit everyday," Harvey responded, letting out a yawn.

His dad shoved his legs off the desk and narrowed his eyes at him.

"You act as if I can't yank your luxurious lifestyle right from under you," father said. "I put the money in your bank account, you ingrate."

That statement set Harvey over the edge.

"Actually," Harvey stood up from the chair, "my mother would still be paying child support and send me massive amounts of money for me to take care of myself, because you couldn't keep your goddamn dick in your fucking pants!"

"Now you listen-" Harvey cut his father off.

"No, you listen. I don't even understand how you possibly won custody over me. Even when you and mom were together, you treated the both of us like shit. So until I figure out what kind of witchcraft you did to achieve this, don't bother me."

He opened the door roughly, making it slam against the wall, and walked out into the hallway.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, he took it out and saw it was Oakley.

"We're going to Club Paradiso." She didn't even wait for a hello. "It's the closest to my house and your's, we could all just walk home."

"Whatever, I'm on my way to yours," he muttered, hanging up the phone.

Harvey skipped up the marble steps and went into his room to get ready for his night out.

--

"I'm still on what you did that last year," Oakley said, with a laugh.

The Cannibals were sitting in Paradiso, drinking at a secluded table and recalling old memories that they had of each other. The music was loud, but they could still hear each other.

They were discussing the prank he pulled on Marty Nikov last year, when Harvey set his jockstrap on fire and hung it on the flagpole.

"Eh," Harvey said, smiling and taking a sip of Jack Daniels. "It's was alright."

A waitress walked up to the table and said: "my boss said to tell you the back room is ready."

Calvin smiled and slipped her a twenty. "Thanks."

She smiled back shyly and took the note from his hands. Always the charmer.

The five of them walked towards the back of the club, and into a room.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Free smile as they all took in what was in front of them.

"I call the coke," Harvey said, rushing towards the white powdery substance.

"I'm good with pot," Finn quipped, moving over to the corner.

Different types of drugs were scattered across the room.

Taking a crisp fifty out of his pocket, Harvey laid it on the table.

He took the cocaine and crushed it a bit with a razor blade before placing it in a line.

Rolling up the bill, he pinched his nostril and moved the bill upwards while sniffing the fine particles into his nose. As usual, his nostril burned, but unlike the first time, the burn had a numbing sensation.

A crash was heard outside the door, and Harvey's head snapped up, along with everyone else's.

The same girl from school today was standing outside the door, looking on in shock before, clearing her throat and picking the broken glass from her tray off the floor.

Harvey saw from where he was sitting that her hands were shaking and getting bloodied and cut as she picked the jagged glass up, but he didn't dare utter a word. His nose was still burning from drugs and they were starting to set in.

She was gone in a matter of seconds.

"Oh god," Oakley muttered with a sigh. "And just when I was starting to like her."

"You better tell her not to narc us out," Free threatened.

"Bloody fuckin' hell, Free," Finn said, rolling up a joint. "I swear, you never want us to make friends."

"Bloody fuckin' hell," Oakley mocked Finn, in a fake baritone accent.

Finn grinned at her and lit the joint. "You wish you were from my country."

Oakley rolled her eyes and leaned her head back against the wall.

Everything was clearer to Harvey now. He could see dust particles suspended in the air, he saw how quick and precise the movements of his friends were.

"Harvey, you good?" Calvin asked, staring at him oddly.

He nodded and his face broke out into a wide smile. "I'm better than good."

Good was an overstatement.