Chapter 2-8

I saw Chad's face at the window as I pulled up on my motorbike he reappeared at the front door, as I parked my bike in the spot where he gestured. "No Jane?" He asked, "No" I replied, "she is having one of her migraines" we hugged and entered the house. Chad wasn't poor, by anyone's standard, his mum and dad had left him a little over £2.4 million and in the 3 months since the attack he had bought a house and fitted it out for both him and Morris to live in, it was the latest in disabled houses, lifts, rams, moveable kitchen tops the lot and this weekend was the house warming party. Morris wheeled himself from the kitchen to meet me in the hallway, "Bro!" he said in an excited way, we hugged, "you're looking well" I said as I looked around the hallway, "yeah" he replied "feeling stronger everyday!" I smiled and pushed him into the front room. I fell on the sofa and looked around the room, "very nice mate" I said as I was nodding and smiling. I sat and told Morris about Jane while Chad got some beers from the fridge. "Please don't tell me this is all the beer we got" I said shaking my can, "Ah ha" Chad replied "follow me" he lead me to the kitchen where he showed me 24 cases of beer, 30 bottles of various spirits and wine and enough soft drinks to sink a battle ship. "And how many people are coming?" I asked, as Morris wheeled in behind me "about 10 or 12" he replied. After a good look round the house people started to turn up, Chad and I passed out drinks as Morris put some music on, it was Friday night and literally the party was just getting started. 

I opened one eye to see nothing but wood grain, suddenly panic set in as I realised I  couldn't move, I was surrounded by darkness and a stench so bad it was making me heave. I tried moving my legs, nothing, then I heard voices. My first thought was I've been buried alive, I started to shout at the top of my voice but could only muster a feeble yell, it was then I noticed a small chink of light to my right, maybe I wasn't buried, maybe I was still just in the coffin, they have made a mistake, I was still alive! I pushed my hand to the right and to my amazement the walls of my coffin moved, in fact they felt a lot like beer cans and crisp packets, I turned my head, that's when it dawned on me, I was under a bed! I wriggled out into the daylight my throat was dry and my head was pounding. Chad was asleep with a girl in the bed I was under, it turned out I had fallen asleep on his bed and he wasn't happy so he rolled me off and pushed me under, as a joke. I tip toed my way through the various sleeping bodies on the floor and down the stairs where I was greeted by Morris, passed out and upside down in his wheelchair! I woke him, straightened him up and went to get his medication, but both lots for Saturday and Sunday were gone, I spun round in a panic and ran back down the hallway to find a copy of the Sunday paper on the door mat. Chad was halfway down the stairs we all looked at each other and laughed. It took another 12 years for me to get back just some of my memories from that weekend, even Jane's nagging, for disappearing for 2 days, didn't help. But man, what a party.......