Desperate
to escape her conventional family, Juliette shocks her parents by announcing
her engagement to David, a long-haired free spirit. When her father,
Tristan—a famous novelist harboring a tragic past—vehemently
forbids the union, Juliette acts on impulse. In the dead of night, she climbs
out her window and flees with David to the counterculture epicenter of
Haight-Ashbury.
But beneath the cloud of incense and rock 'n'
roll, independence carries a steep price. As David drifts into a haze of drugs
and broken promises, Juliette’s bohemian dream shatters. Back home, her
flight reopens old wounds. Her fiercely protective mother, Lorna, must help
Tristan confront the shadows of his past as they desperately try to pull their
daughter back from the edge before it's too late.
My sandaled feet pounded against the dewy grass while
sprinting towards the tent, and my long skirt whipped around my legs. Shell’s
panicked voice echoed in my mind.
“David overdosed. He’s in Eddie’s
tent.”
These were the very words I dreaded
ever since David started taking drugs. All the times I’d pleaded with him to
stop, or to at least be careful, drifted through my mind. How many times had I
begged him, yet he’d insisted it was no big deal? How many times had I told him
it was dangerous, yet he’d only laughed in my face? How many times had I asked
him to think how it affected me, yet he’d only brushed me off, saying I worried
too much?
But surrounded by everyone here all
summer long, the pressure never went away. How could David simply refuse LSD
when it was passed around like candy? The most recent time was a week ago.
“David, c’mon, enough already,” I’d
said, tugging on his sleeve.
He laughed, kissing me, already
tripping. “Aw, babe, there you go again, worrying too much. You sound like your
folks you complain so much about.”
I stepped back, crossing my arms
over my chest. The coolness of the evening settled over me, but the chill that
went through me had nothing to do with the temperature. “Not cool.”
Eddie chose that moment to come
traipsing through the small crowd nearby. He chuckled as he wrapped an arm
around David. “Hey, brother. How’s it goin’?”
“Life’s grand, man. Just grand.
Wanna sing about it?”
“Sure, got my guitar with me. What
sounds good?”
David plopped down on the grass.
“Let’s do some Airplane. Can’t say we’ll sound good, but…”
Eddie joined him and began
strumming the strings. “Nah, we sound great, man! We oughta start our own band,
step up on stage with the Dead!”
They chanted some off-key lyrics,
and I strained to listen. Part of me wanted to walk away, but concern for my
guy won out. Yeah, part of me thought about singing along, forgetting that
David was tripping, but as the song unfolded, so did the awful truth.
“What d’you think, Jules?” David
asked, grinning up at me. “Maybe you could join us. You’ve got a pretty voice.”
I rolled my eyes, trying for some
levity. “Here’s an idea. Why don’t you sleep it off? Maybe try becoming the
next great hit tomorrow.” I knelt beside him, placing a hand on his forearm.
David stared at me, but his eyes
weren’t focused. He seemed to see past me. I imagined him saying something he
thought was profound, like he saw beyond the physical or something, that he
glimpsed my love for him in that everlasting moment. It was almost romantic.
Lulled into a fleeting sense of calm, I leaned in as he drew closer. Our lips
almost crashed, but then he pulled back, laughing.
“Gotcha!” He pulled out another tab
from his pocket, and before I could protest, he popped another bit of acid into
his waiting and ready mouth.
I stood, glaring. “David, what the
hell?”
Eddie joined David’s laughter.
“Looks like your old lady’s none too happy.”
Tempted to shove both of them, I
shook my head. “And where’s your old lady, Eddie? Does Shell know you’re as
gone as he is?” I pointed at David.
Eddie snorted. “Sweetie, Shell’s
probably as ‘gone’ as I am, only she’s with her friends, knowing how to have a
good time. Maybe you should join them and lighten up a little, huh?”
“Yeah, sounds like a great idea.” I
sulked off, not really sure where I was going. I certainly wouldn’t seek out
Shell, especially if she was tripping like her man.
Raucous laughter, off-beat tunes,
and the haze of cigarette and pot smoke filled the air as I meandered through
the camp. As the sun set, it cast an orange, almost sickly hue over tents and
trees. I wondered if my folks were watching the sunset from their back porch at
home, then realized it’d already be dark there. The three-hour time difference
was something I often forgot.
What else did I often forget?
Who else did I often forget?
Afraid to answer those questions, I
returned to our tent, ready to forget the day. That much I knew. As I
approached our living area, however, Eddie’s laughter turned brittle.
“Hey, man, you okay?” he said. A
pause. “Dave, buddy, speak to me.”
I strained to hear David’s reply
over the murmurs and guitars on my left. I increased my pace until David and
Eddie came into view. Eddie was kneeling over my fiancé, who was sprawled out
on the grass.
I rushed to David’s side, my knees
crashing into the soft, damp earth. “What happened?” I glanced from my guy’s
handsome face to Eddie, feeling the glare on my face.
“I dunno, man. We were just havin’
a good time, singin’ stuff, and then he-he just…”
I waved him away. “You’re useless.
Get the hell away.”
If Eddie said anything, I wouldn’t
have heard it. David lay there, eyes on the sky, and his mouth moved rapidly.
As I knelt beside him, I strained to hear what he was saying over the
surrounding noise. Gripping the front of David’s shirt, I leaned down until our
faces were inches apart. His eyes finally met mine, but they only locked with
my gaze momentarily before they started wandering aimlessly once again.
“David, please, can you hear me?” I
begged. Tear stung my eyes, and his face blurred before me.
I placed my ear right over his
mouth. “Jules…”
“Yes?”
He chuckled. “Oh, Jules, man… You
should see this!”
“See what?” I sat upright and
glanced around. Eddie was nowhere in sight. All I saw were tents and people
lazing around, nothing unusual.
David tried to sit up as he
clutched at my sleeve. “Oh, babe, what’s the matter? You’re missin’ the
greatest hits ever. I’m famous!”
I furrowed my brow. “I think you
need to sleep this off. Come on, let’s get you in the tent.” I tried to help
him stand, but his knees buckled, and he fell to the grass in a fit of
laughter.
“Oh, Jules! Jules…don’t ya hear it?
The music?”
He continued to mumble mostly
incoherent nonsense. I didn’t know what he was experiencing; he never told me.
Later, when I asked him about it, he said he didn’t remember. Instead, he’d
spent the next hour lying outside, switching between laughing and crying, until
he finally fell asleep. With embarrassment heating my face, I’d asked some
nearby people to help move him into our tent.
I couldn’t shake that night, and
now his life hung in the balance.
I rushed past groups of barefoot
hippies sitting in lazy circles while they passed joints and strummed guitars.
A pang of resentment flared. How dare they be oblivious to David’s suffering,
getting high, when that was exactly the reason for him being where he was
now.
I struggled to keep my gaze
focused, let alone my mind. Why did we come here?! Why had we stayed this long?
Didn’t I expect something like this to happen? Each breath came with great
effort until my lungs burned as Eddie’s tent came into view. I spotted his
lanky silhouette pacing erratically.
His worried eyes met mine.
“Juliette...” he choked out. “I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault…”
I shoved past him. “Yeah, about
time you took responsibility for something.” Rushing into the tent, I didn’t
wait for his reply. The interior’s earthy smell swamped my senses before my
eyes settled on David’s lifeless form sprawled out on a pile of blankets. His
eyes were closed. Even in the low light, I could tell his skin had a sickly
pallor.
Heart thudding in my head, I
collapsed to my knees and grabbed his sweaty hand.
“David!” I cried, tears spilling
over. “Please wake up!”
His head lolled to the side. Fear
overtook me as I cupped that precious face between my hands and rested my
forehead to his. My tears dropped onto his clammy, hot skin, each a plea for
him to open his eyes, kiss me, joke, and tell me I was worrying about
nothing.
“David, please… You c-can’t leave
me… We came here together. We’re supposed to be together.”
Nothing.
A movement to my left got my
attention, and I turned as Eddie entered. Guilt was etched on every part of his
face. His hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, like he didn’t know what
to do with them.
“How is he? Is he gonna be okay?”
Eddie asked.
Jabbing a finger at him, I
screamed, “This is your fault! You got him hooked on that
poison!”
Eddie stumbled back, nearly
tripping over his feet, and his face twisted in anguish. “I know, I know,” he
muttered. “I never should’ve… I-I mean…”
“You’re worthless,” I replied,
turning back to David. “He should’ve never hung out with you.”
Shell hovered nervously next to
Eddie. “Hey, Jules…”
“Don’t you dare ‘Jules’ me! You’re
no better than him.” I gestured toward Eddie. “If you two are good for
anything, go get the medics.”
Holding up her hands in surrender,
Shell nodded quickly. “Yeah, sure. Anything you need.” She scurried off.
Kneeling over David again, I patted
his cheek. “C’mon, David. Please…wake up. Open your eyes, babe. Say something,
anything!” I choked back a sob.
Behind me, Eddie paced, which only
put me further on edge.
“Stop that or get out of here,” I
demanded. “Make yourself useful, at least!”
“S-sorry. Hey, maybe if I play him
some music...” he rambled. “Yeah, that’s it! Music will bring him back. It’s
the balm that heals all souls.”
“It’s more than his soul that needs
healing, you idiot!”
He grabbed his beloved instrument
and smashed it to the ground with a guttural yell. I jumped in shock at his
reaction, watching as he collapsed to his knees, gripping his curls as sobs
escaped his wide-open mouth. He looked like a phantom wailing in the
night.
I recovered from the shock and
turned back to David, not giving Eddie another thought. “David, can you hear
me? Help’s on the way. You’re gonna be okay. I promise.”
But it was a promise I couldn’t
make. David’s face was slack. His body lay like a limp ragdoll, strewn aside
like a piece of junk.
Bestselling and award-winning author of the Lorna
& Tristan Series, Cynthia Hilston is a stay-at-home mom of three young
kids, happily married, and lives in the Cleveland, Ohio, area. Writing has
always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the
world of fan fiction, she has stepped away to do her debut dance with original
works of fiction, although she still dabbles in fan fiction.
In her spare
time–what spare time?–she devours books, pets her kitties, looks
at the stars, drinks wine or coffee with good friends, and dreams of what
other stories she wishes to tell.
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