Kapitel 1: HANGING BY THE BALCONY
The mid-morning sun shone directly on Bart Metchum's face. He felt so hot, so uncomfortable, that his brain forced him to wake up, and find shelter.
He tried to move, but he can't. He felt something heavy pinned him to the ground. If he could, he did not want to open his eyes just yet. Now he had to, in order to identify what the hell is the thing on top of him.
His eyes were glued shut. Only with a herculean effort, could he pry it just a little bit. The first thing he noticed through the slit of his left eye, was a lot of hair on his chest.
"What the fuck?!" He said, which came out like a whisper. A raspy whisper. His throat was dry. It was hurting. It was hoarsely rough.
He panicked a bit, felt like he should disturbed the clump of hair resting on top of his chest. But it was getting hard to breathe. Not to mention the constant throbbing in his head. This morning was hell.
He poked the hair, slowly at first. The hair was latched onto something hard. Probably a head. Carefully he ran his right hand over the head. Thankfully it was attached to a neck. And upon touching the neck, the head made a disgruntled noise, and he was relieved. The head was alive. It probably fell asleep on his chest.
Bart slowly scooched over to the right. A minute later, he was free from the trampling of the long-haired head. He looked at the body attached to the head that was on top of him a minute ago. "Nice," he said. For the person's figure was very enticing.
He stood up, and looked around. Scanning the environment, trying to remember what had happened, what did he do last night, and why are there so many people falling asleep on the deck of his father's Pershing yacht.
His brain took a good while to remember. Not his fault, nor his brain, though. It was always hard to function as soon as you wake up. The hangover did not help either. If anything, it dampen the memory recalling program of the brain. But a few minutes later, he remembered what had happened.
It was a graduation party. Since he had excellent scores, his dad allowed him to party on his yacht. Here, in Chelsea Marina, nobody cares about a bunch of rich kids partying and drinking through the night. So, it was the perfect spot for a graduation party. Of course, nobody would care even if they passed out on the deck either. Not even the person working on the boat.
"Good morning Bart." Joanne, the yacht's chef, greeted his boss's son as soon as he entered the galley. "Crazy night huh?"
"Urghhh, this morning is not good Joanne. It hurts man. It fucking hurts. I need...aspirin...or something."
"Hahahaha, okay okay. You go and sit there. I'll bring you something for your hangover."
"Alright. Thanks Joanne." Bart went straight to the couch.
Moments later, Joanne came bringing a tray. On top of the tray was a plate containing a couple of pastries. And a glass of chocolate milk.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna be sick Joanne. Please don't show food to me right now."
"No, no, no. Try it first. It's a guaranteed hangover cure."
"If I puked, I'm telling Tom it's your fault." Referring to the deckhand. Tom had been working with the ship for a couple of years now. Most of the people who worked for the Metchum ended up working with them for life.
"Boy, just shut up and eat it."
Reluctantly, he took a bite, and was amazed. He did not felt like vomitting. He was even more amazed that he wanted to take another bite. The pastry was a bit dry, so he took a sip of the chocolate milk, and his headache was greatly lessened.
"Wow, that works."
"I told you man. Here, you finished it. I got to finish cooking for the crew. You go and woke up your friends when you're done, alright?"
"Yes ma'am."
Bart felt like this kind of food needed the right view. So he went up the flybridge, and ate the meat pies while looking at the surrounding. And wouldn't you know it, there's a beautiful sexy lady waving at him from the nearby luxury apartment's balcony. He waved back, and used the telescope on the flybridge to take a better look at the sexy lady.
It was a bad move on his part, because the view that was waiting for him was a thousand time worse than the hangover. And no it's not the lady waving, no. She was indeed beautiful. The horrifying view was in another apartment unit.
"JOANNE!"
Joanne rushed to him. "What, what?"
Bart said nothing. Only pointed to the telescope. Perplexed, Joanne tried asking further, but Bart did not said anything else. Only pointing to the telescope. So she too, took a look through the telescope. And then, her face also joined Bart's look of horror.
In one of the apartment units, there's a person hanging by a rope on his neck. Overlooking the beautiful bay of New York.
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