Free Finding Harmony by Leona Norwell Page A

really wealthy and whose whole images just screamed money, while others looked, dare I say it, a tad common.
     
    Freddy, still gripping on to my hand firmly, leads us through to a large lounge. Everyone kept staring at us as we walked past them. Were we not welcome here? Did I have something on my face? Or did the image of Harmony Lindstrom and Freddy Frett holding hands simply send out the wrong impression? I was beginning to think it was the latter as their stares soon turned into smiles once Freddy started greeting people and getting us acquainted.
     
    Freddy started searching for Trey through the crowd but Miranda got to us first.
     
    “Freddy! Well, Trey never mentioned you were coming!”
     
    Her voice was horrendous, it was even worse with a drink in it.
     
    She approaches us seductively, clearly pissed off that I was there but trying her damndest not to let on.
     
    “Yeah, well have you seen Trey?”
     
    “Sure, he’s back there in the game’s room”.
     
    She points a crooked finger towards a room on the left and Freddy and I start to walk towards it but Miranda’s scrawny fingers wrap around my wrist. The feeling of her rough hands rubbing against me literally made my skin crawl.
     
    Freddy and I both give her a questioning look.
     
    “You go ahead, Freddy, me and Harmony are going to head upstairs with the rest of the girls”.
     
    What? I didn’t want to be left on my own with the psycho.
     
    Freddy shoots a cold glare towards her as if warning her not to try any funny business. It didn’t exactly make me feel better as she drags me up the stairs.
     
    It was quieter up here; the music wasn’t playing as loudly. The lights along the halls were dimmed down and there were people strewn randomly across the place, gossiping and making out. Still clutching my wrist tightly, Miranda leads me into a small room. There were a few other girls in the room but they were too tied up in their own conversation to really notice Miranda and me.
     
    We head over to the corner of the room where a makeshift bar has been set up and Miranda proceeds to pour us both shots of Vodka. I didn’t really trust drinking something given to me by Miranda but I needed something strong to help get me through this uncomfortable situation.
     
    She hands me the shot and we both down it at the same time.
     
    She props herself up on the bar, her tits spilling out of her dress and the hem of it riding up her thighs. She was an absolute mess.
     
    “You know, Harmony, me and you are more alike than you think…”
     
    I highly doubted that, we were like day and night; all the same I had a good idea of where she was taking the conversation so I act coy and play along with her stupid games.
     
    “Really, how so?”
     
    “Well, we both love our designer clothes”,
     
    She points to a pair of Chanel shoes she was wearing, clearly counter fit.

 
    “Oh and we both love to hit the angel dust, amongst other things”.
     
    She lets out a cackle. She didn’t even know me; did she honestly think she had some divine right to speak to me like this?
     
    “Tell me, Harmony, do you miss coke? E? Heroin? You were quite smacked up on it all for a while were you not? Must be so tempting to just slip back to it… I bet it helped numb the pain when your sister died, helped you forget all you worries and drift off somewhere a little less painful…”
     
    She was hitting a nerve with me right now. I openly admit that I got myself mixed up in drugs, I’m not proud of it but it’s a part of who I am and I’ve come to accept it. The one thing making me different from Miranda right now was the fact that I had the strength in me to get off the drugs, she was clearly still using. That being said though, I hadn’t been clean for very long, if you wave enough drugs in front of a onetime addict, it’s not long before they fall back to their old ways.
     
    She pulls a pouch of white powder out of her bra and starts to cut lines on the