Pill-Billies (Discover this Summer's naughtiest read...) Page 4

  He kept telling me that the potbelly faces were poking holes in the aluminum foil he had over the windows. It was hot as shit in there with all of the blanket tents and barricade materials he had. He made these tents in the room like kids do. He would tack sheets up to the ceiling. Each little tent area was decorated with his toys from growing up and several worthless stolen things that had sentimental value he reckoned. Each tent in this tragic three ring act had it's own set of cushions and pillows. He had TVs and Computers in each one even though the power was off today. He had various video game consoles from the old school Atari to the 2006 Wii. He thought the videogame world of do overs and extra lifes could save him. He was just spun all the way out and hypervigilant with his conspiracy of grandeured delusions. He was convinced that if he moved from tent to tent that the DEA (disguised as the pig creature things) wouldn't find him. They would get tangled up in the sheets and suffocate. Burt had Brooke bringing him his dope. She had to come to the window. He blocked the door from being able to be opened.

  The day I found him I had to go through the ceiling. He had blocked the window off. I started by calling for him over and over but he wouldn't answer. I figured he was just being suspicious. I kicked open the doggy door he nailed shut after the pitbull he had ran away probably from starvation. I was skinny enough from doing pills that I could squeeze through the long forgotten pet entrance. I looked around at the staggering array of junk throughout the trailer with aluminum foil covered windows and no more electricity. I went to his door, pissed off. He had obviously been binge stealing again. He would sell all the shit he stole and get his fix of pills. It would never be enough. Burt could not reach satiety. I kicked the shit out of his door as hard as I could. I screamed his name. I lied a scream and said David tried to rape me. Nothing. He was being a bitch about not hanging out or at least talking to me and smoking this Oxy I had for us. The truth was it was mostly for me. Burt would only hit it four times before zoning back out. I kicked his door extra hard trying to break it in. I couldn't budge it. I opened the bathroom door. The litter box was overflowing. The cat was long gone. The toilet lid was down. I didn't lift it to look in. I stood up on it instead. I punched through the feeble ceiling. I hoisted myself into the hot rafter frame that served as an attic crawl space. I kicked down into his room. Pieces of the ceiling crumbled and fell all over his bedroom floor.

  I said his name two or three times real sweet. I told him it was me. There were DEA-smothering circus tents everywhere. I picked a securely fastened one to lower myself into his lair. I lost my grip and fell funny. I was caught on a sheet. It twisted my ankle, bad. I hit my shoulder when I jumped down, after lowering myself into that death-trap. The smell was worse than anything I had ever had go through my olfactories. It was putrid. Urine, feces, vomit, rotten milk, cat piss, mildew, and some deeply painful smell I could not endure. The stench of death. I remembered on X-files when Scully would smear that stuff under her nose when she was looking at dead bodies. I wished I had me some. I didn't scream or holler when I found him. I just wheezed and fell down. He was frozen, sitting up, blue in the face, like the deathshade blue. One you've never seen. It would scare you stiff, especially when it's consumed your twenty year-old baby brother.

  He was frozen in peace. His face was real bad. It was so pitiful. He was covered in acne, from Meth. His jaws looked like an old grandpa with his teeth out. They were crooked with death. He was slumped over in permanent hunchsleep. The freakiest part was, he looked like a stuffing of himself. He didn't even look human. I made the mistake of touching him. That's when the screaming started. I huffed a pill next to him on the bed, before calling for help.

  Moma got there before the paramedics. I had called her after my last hit. I had forced his door back open. That was when she came in there and screamed bloody damn murder, before beating me up, saying why did I kill her baby? Over and over. She was wasted at the bar when I called her from his grave bed. She chased me out of the house. I was slamming doors behind me. I had to dive through a shattering window like in the movies to get away from her. The cops got there and she told them I poisoned Burton. They could tell that was impossible by the way he was found and the state of the room. He hadn't left in weeks. They could tell. The smell was so bad when they got him out of there, they said even the veteran cops and paramedics were ducking around the side of the house to throw up. His body was stuck sitting up. When they strapped him on the gurney, he looked like ET or the hunchback being carted off to Yonderland. His face poked out from the sheet as if to tease me to join him and get clean the only way that works every time, death. I shot him a bird as they closed the door. Fuck him. I felt so angry he did this to me and Daddy. Moma made him, Daddy tried to save him, Brooke had loved him. I just thought he would either run out of money and get caught stealing again and get locked up, for good this time or go to rehab.

  There were power tools, bicycles, car parts, and all sorts of five finger discount shit all over his trailer. They were all stolen. Burton was a terrible thief. He was so junked out he would steal in broad daylight. He would shoplift all the time, everywhere. He didn't give a shit about cameras. He always had his Wildcats cap on forwards pulled over his eyes. He was the most beautiful boy before drugs got him. He didn't look anything like Moma. He looked like my Dad, but like a better version. My Dad has sharp features, like the fetal alcohol syndrome hicks around here. Burton's features were smooth, refined. He had broad shoulders, like the men in Moma's family. He spoke very softly. He was a gentle, shy, adolescent. He just couldn't swallow the chalky pill of adulthood. He would rather die. He didn't care who he tore up to get his wish. That's the hallmark of addiction, obsessive-compulsive self-destructive behavior.

  You do drugs to keep doing drugs. The mechanism driving you is self-loathing. You have to hate yourself to become a sad pillbilly or junkie. You won't find a single addict that is well-adjusted around their issues of worth. You just have to dig through the denial. It's always there. Listen for it. You can hear the crying, but you can't see the tears. That's addiction's suffocating grip on your throat, squeezing the zit it makes out of your soul. You're denial and delusions don't stop you from spewing pus with every lie you tell to cover your tracks or excuse yourself. Paul was awful when he was jonesing. I couldn't stand to hear him. I started hiding a stash separate just to avoid him unmedicated and raw, naked with craving, for these Limbaugh's we had gotten dependent on. Getting sick coming off of them was horrible. David had a seizure in jail. Paul just keeps going. He will OD one day. I am just waiting for it to surface on Facebook. They won't let us get online unsupervised here.

  My Facebook shit is backed up pretty far. I refuse to check it in front of these shit heads that stand over my shoulder everywhere I go. They don't care about this computer for some reason. I guess it's because it can't go online. It's too old. I am really getting into coming in here and typing. I never would have thought to write a book about my crazy life, but all the girls here think I should. I made one good friend in here. Her name is Tori Barnes. She's from Alabama. She got popped in Louisville during a drug sting. It was her second offense. The first time she got popped was with her brother, Christian. She said that he was in rehab in California and that she lost touch with him. She says he just surfs and lives in either San Francisco or Mendocino. She said he was a klepto like Burt was. That was something we had in common. We both had brothers that were kinda dead to us. They were both drug freaks and kleptos. They were both gone, for good. Tori said her brother had been screwing their step-sister. He got discovered and that's why he left to disappear to California. I couldn't believe the coincidences. I didn't tell her about Brooke and my brother. We were going to be getting out of here and looking for a place together. We had decided. We still had a long time to go. I have decided to just write to pass the time. I hope y'all are enjoying it. Anyway, me and Tori have been swapping stories and that eventually led to swapping spit. I had had sex with girls before, but this was different. Tori was awe
some. She had been making me promise to just drink and smoke pot and cigarettes and give up real drugs. She said there was no way in Hell she would move in if I was just going to go back to drug drugs. I was clean, only because I couldn't find anything lately from any of the other losers in here. Thankfully, the only time I was doing was for getting caught stealing the pills at my job.

  The police tried to get me to testify against David. I didn't know him until he moved here. All of his charges were from North Carolina. They already had him on forensic evidence from six different crime scenes. They decided to leave me alone. If we would have ever been caught muling pills from Florida's pain management dealers to the hills of Kentucky I would have sung like a canary to get away from David. He threatened to kill me every and anytime I even hinted at breaking up. I got away from him right before he got busted, at my old apartment that he occupied against my wishes. I surrendered that place and fled to hotel hop to keep him from stalking me. That's where the cops found him, our first apartment. His aunt is the one that called the cops on him after seeing his face on America's Most Wanted. David's uncle knew where the apartment was and angrily led them there. It was on a follow up segment of the show this past Saturday night.

  When they showed his picture, Tori said, "I can get you one better looking than that.”

  But, I just wanted her. We decided we were going to move to Louisville to become strippers. Tori knew this real macho gay guy that owned a club called Dixie Darlins. The reason it was so successful was he never bothered the girls. He wasn't into them. He liked ladyboys, or trannies. Tori said that the guys dressed up like girls that her buddy Damon had on his arm were better looking than half the strippers. She loved working for him and said that they were friends outside of work. He treated her special. She swears she tried to hook up with him one night but that he was too drunk to get it up. Ever since, she says she has been determined to bed him. I tell her that if he's hot enough, I'll help.

  That turns her on so much she grabs me and tongue kisses me, saying, "Sounds like a plan…"

  We move into her room kicking her old roommate out. She threatens to tell Staff we are having an affair. Tori surprises me by producing a well crafted shank out of a hiding spot, under her bed frame and she jams it at the fat, ugly, meth bitch's face.

  "You don't know shit. You say one word and I tell Staff what you told me about your husband and his friends and their little boating trip in Cancun." The roommate bunched up her stuff in her sheets and stomped out of the room, down the hall to my old bed.

  "What happened in Cancun?"

  "Her tweaker husband's party friend overdosed on bad pills from a farmacia down there. They threw him overboard to avoid getting caught with his body. They later reported him missing and they got away with murder, sort of."

  "Oh… I guess that's big secret. You wanna hear one of mine?"

  "Oh, pray tell…"

  "You know that hot dentist on TV with his own commercials?"

  "Yeah?"

  "I used to party with him and his hot wife. We were a triple."

  "What's a triple?"

  "Like a couple, but with three.."

  "Oo! Kinky! Tell me more, you're getting me all wet…"

  "Actually, it wasn't all that sexy, towards the end."

  I started telling Tori what it was like. Originally, I had gone to that dentist to get my wisdom teeth pulled. I was only 16 when all this happened. I was living with Daddy and Shannon still. I got put under for the surgery and before he put me under he asked me if I had been taking any medication. I fessed up to the occasional pill for pain relief and anxiety around my bladder problem. He asked me tons of questions and was real nice. He said he wouldn't tell on me for the pills. I was too cute to get in trouble. He put me under. I woke up prematurely to him rubbing my privates with his hand while rubbing his privates with his other hand. I gasped and he jerked away. I started to scream. He put his finger over his lips and took out his wallet. He pulled out more money than I had ever seen at one time. He offered to pay me to keep quiet and to come over to his house, in two weeks. He said he would give me double the money he was giving me now to come over and fool around with him and his wife. He showed me a picture of her and she was gorgeous.

  I had seen dirty movies with women kissing and stuff. I felt a tingle down there. He was sexy and he had moviestar money. He made me touch him down there and he finished on the floor. I was so turned on I couldn't stop masturbating over and over to that image of his strange submission to me. I was a cheerleader at the high school. I wondered if he had seen me at the games? I didn't want to ask. I just thought about the money. My teeth holes healed. I went over there. My heart was pounding when I rang the doorbell wearing my cheerleading outfit, like he said I should. His wife answered the door wearing a silky robe with a tall drink in her hand. She said little and led me in.

  He was naked and hard, masturbating on the couch. There was a wad of hundreds next to a little mirror tray, a short straw, and a pile of pharmaceutical grade coke. We did a few rails to loosen up. Then, we had sex for like two hours. I kept wondering why he was willing to pay me so much? He made me and his wife follow him into the bathroom. He laid down in the tub and began getting himself aroused. He instructed me to squat down over his privates as he was touching them. He told me to pee. I did. Then, his wife squatted over his face and peed. He masturbated and came then washed himself off.

  When he finished, he made us wash each other as he masturbated again to completion. After we soaped up and rinsed off, we would party all night. We would go upstairs to their gigantic bed and we would have sex until we all fell asleep. The next morning, we had another marathon session and then he videotaped me peeing in the toilet. He gave me a ton of coke and shoved money into my hand before dropping me off down the street from Daddy and Shannon's. I didn't look at the money. I felt kinda gross. I threw up twice behind the pool. I got inside and realized it was $2,260 in cash. I snuck off and called them to say thank you and that I would be willing to do that anytime they wanted. They said to come over the next night. I did.

  This time he filmed us peeing on each other. He also made my wife and I tongue him back there together until he came. He did the usual thing and gave me a wad of hundreds. He made me sign something about the video he made. He had a website for guys, like him, that like pee and other fetish stuff. He told me he had already made a fortune. His dental practice was going to be sold to a group of dentists from Louisville. He was going to invest all his money in the website. I was so young and horny, I let them hire me. Before I knew it, my pee problem turned out to be a liquid goldmine. I did videos and live webcam stuff and had sex with him and his wife and actually started spending the night more and more.

  I lied to Daddy and told him I was their babysitter and housekeeper. He and Shannon would never have thought there was anything else going on there. He started getting crazier after he sold the practice. Then our website got beat out by Goldenshowers dot-whatever. They were the biggest fetish site for urolagniacs. He started doing crystal instead of coke and that's when I took off. He slapped me one time in front of his wife. I threatened to expose him. He reluctantly let me go. He managed to half-ass rebuild his dental practice in that strip mall after taking down his website. It sickens me that the son of a bitch abused me like he did but I really enjoyed the sex with his wife. She was a naturally busty blonde woman from Tennessee. They had met at a swinger's convention, in Atlanta. She was hot as hell. She had those green, sultry eyes that look so exotic on blondes. She was as short as me but her boobs were much bigger and I have huge boobs. I usually wear a Triple-D bra. She was at least a G-cup or bigger but she had a nice plump ass, too. I did everything imaginable with her sexually. I told and demonstrated on Tori to help her get more comfortable.

  We decided to try a relationship. We agreed that if we ever got a hankering for some manlove that we would pick up some lucky guy at a bar but that for the most part we should just be with each other. I knew Shanno
n and Daddy were so liberal they wouldn't care. David was the ultimate turn off. Sexually, he was an animal. That was for the first two years, then the drugs took over. He threatened to kill himself if I rejected him sexually after we would break up. I only did it because I knew he was serious. He pretty much ruined me for all men. He did the most unimaginable things to me, sexually. He injured me down there. He was so hung and rough with me. That was the only thing that kept me interested. He was huge. I scooted away from him on that futon the first time. I was genuinely terrified of him tearing me. He did anyway. It took months to get used to him. After I did it was awesome.

  I admit I got hooked. That dentist was hung as Hell, too. I guess, I closed my eyes and thought about him and his hot wife once David's personality ruined sex. The only thing David ever had going for him besides being hung like a country mule was his charisma. David was so good at tricking people into thinking he was somebody he was not. It used to make me so sick when we would be at bars together and girls would hit on him in front of me. He was absolutely unbelievable at picking up women. There were hardly ever any weekend nights where we didn't bring home a girl together to share.

  When we were on the road back and forth from Kentucky all the way to Florida every place we stopped we took a girl home with us. Paul got a separate hotel room. I felt sorry for Paul. He was not attractive and the only way he could get laid was to pay escorts to come to his room. He did that every time we stopped somewhere. He made some girlfriends along the road so that we had some regular stops. They would come over and party with us. It actually turned into another place to stop and sell pills. We would make them pay a hyped up price. They were in these little isolated towns. Most of them were so happy to get anything in their system besides alcohol and cigarettes and the occasional joint or a bag of weed they'd pay anything. It was hard for them to get pills.