The Player

Cocaine

Elsie, Robert’s mother,'s POV

“Robert hasn’t said anything in the last two days. Do you think everything is alright?” I said, cuddling with my husband on the couch

“Of course it is. I’m sure they’re both having fun right now” he smiled at me “If it had turned out wrong, he’d be back already, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know…” I whispered, worried “He doesn’t pick up my calls”

“That’s because he’s too busy for that” he smiled “Don’t worry”

“I hope you’re right…”

Adam’s POV

Oh my God.

I honestly don’t know what to do. I need to stop him.

But how?

Damn.

Don’t blame me. This guy could beat the shit out of me in a second.

He was completely wasted, though. This is not good.

He took all the weed I had.

If he’s stoned when he comes ask for more, I don’t think I’ll have a problem declining. But if he’s sober, I’m going to the hospital. Or maybe I'll just get a beating anyway.

Ah, f*ck it. He cannot do this to himself.

Third person’s POV

“Hey, kid, we will close soon” The waiter warned the guy who was leaning against the table, his head hidden between his arms.

The guy raised his head, his eyes red and pupils dilated. His serious face somewhat intimidating and his breath accelerated.

“Uh, we really need to close”

“Why don’t you say ‘get out’ once and for all” he snapped

“Uh, I was trying to be…”

“F*ck you”

The boy was obviously junkie, the waiter didn’t want him to get too aggressive. Fortunately, the boy stumbled out of the club without causing the poor waiter any trouble. It hadn’t been like this the previous night.

Robert Lockhart, Sr.'s POV

The kid’s phone is off for a few days now. I’m starting to get worried. I don’t want to show that to Elsie, but it’s weird. He was never the kind of kid to disappear and not say anything.

I probably should go, see the guy’s training and ask if his colleagues have any news from him.

Adam’s POV

It’s been a few days since I last saw Robert. I hope he is ok. He didn’t come back to ask for more weed, but he had a good amount with him, anyway.

I cannot lie and say that I am ok. I’m everything but that.

I feel like the worse guy on Earth for giving him that weed when he clearly wasn’t fine. And thinking he wasn’t ok in the first place was my fault crushed me even more.

I decided I should go a join the guys for the training. I’ve been missing some and I don’t want to. The truth is that I only play because of them, for the fun. It’s not really a passion as it is for many of them. For Robert, for instance.