Sorry for the delay, I had a family emergency that I'm still dealing with. With that being said, it may be awhile before I get the next chapter up so I apologize in advance. As usual, thank you to those who reviewed please continue to do so and I'll be back as soon as I can! Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Kenny's POV

"Dumbass!" I wake up and look around. I see Tammy coming out of my bathroom. Oh dear God, not this again! I have a headache from hell and I'm not in the mood the deal with this.

"Please leave me alone..." I look at the clock and see it's 9am. "It's too early for this shit!"

"You got into a fight with Craig and got beat up! You made a fool of yourself!"

"He had it coming!"

"No he didn't!"

"He was taunting me about you and the kids!"

Tammy laughs. "He had good reasons!"

"No he didn't! I love my kids and I'm a good father to them!"

"So good that you got a DNA test for one..."

"I had to be sure."

"Craig would've never done that to me..."

I cover my ears. "Ugh! I'm so sick of hearing about Craig! All you ever did was talk about how "great" Craig is! Fuck Craig!"

"No fuck you!"

I shake my head. "I'm losing it. You're not here!" I close my eyes tightly and open them and Tammy has moved closer to me.

"I'm here." She smiles. "I think you need some Ambien."

"They took them away from me at the hospital."

"Are you sure about that?" She holds up a bottle of Ambien and my jaw drops.

"Where did you get those?"

"You left them in the medicine cabinet."

"No I didn't!"

She opens the bottle and walks closer to me. "Don't you want one? Or maybe 10?"

"Get away from me!" I start backing up.

"Come on, you know you want it!"

I shake my head. "No I don't! I've been drinking!"

"So? Has that stopped you before? Don't you want to sleep?"

"Not permanently."

"Kevin and I are dead and you lost the kids, so what do you have to lose at this point?"

"I'm getting my kids back!"

"How? You're an alcoholic and a pill popper! No judge in their right mind would give our kids back to you!"

"Whatever..." I mumble.

"Now here!" She puts the bottle of Ambien in my hand. "Go on and take them!"

"No way!"

"Kenny?" I turn around and see Stan standing at my door. "Who are you talking to?"

"Tammy!" I point to her.

Stan sighs heavily. "Oh dude, not this again."

"You don't see her? She's right there!" I point at Tammy again. She laughs.

"You're so pathetic!" Tammy continues laughing.

"Did you hear that?" I ask Stan.

"Hear what?" Stan raises his eyebrow.

"Tammy! She's here!"

"Kenny, Tammy is dead!" Stan starts shaking me.

"She's still here!"

Stan snatched the bottle of Ambien out of my hand. "How many of these have you had?"

I shake my head. "I didn't take any, I swear!"

Stan opens the bottle and looks in it. "This bottle is almost empty."

"I honestly don't know how they even got here."

"Dude, you told me the doctor took these from you at the hospital."

I nod. "That's true, I swear I didn't have another bottle."

Stan sighs again. "Kenny, I want to help you, but you have to be honest with me."

"I am being honest with you..."

"So you expect me to believe Tammy is here?" He looks around. "Where is she?"

I look at Tammy who's smirking then at Stan and sigh with defeat. "Never mind..." It's no point in arguing. For some reason, I'm the only one that can see her. I don't want to look crazier than I already feel.

"So where did the pills come from?"

"I swear I don't know!" I plop down on my bed. "The only bottle I had was taken from me at the hospital. There's no way I could get another prescription so I don't know where they came from."

Stan sits down next to me. "Dude, I think it's time. Well past time!"

"Time for what?"

Stan gets up and sticks his head out the door. "Come on in guys." Suddenly, Kyle, Wendy, and Red come in the room.

"What the hell is this?" I ask.

"It's an intervention." Kyle informs me.

"I'm fine!"

Res puts her hand on my shoulder. "Kenny, with all due respect, you need to seek professional help."

"I don't need professional help!" I'm shocked to hear that come from Red of all people. Hell, I'm surprised at Stan too!

"We're your friends, we just want to help."

I frown. "If you guys want to help me, then help me get my kids back!"

"All the more reason you need to get help."

"You have a problem dude!" Stan steps in.

"A drinking problem!" Wendy adds.

"Let's not forget the drug addiction!" Once again Kyle is wrong.

"I'm not addicted to drugs!" I snap at him.

"Plus you're seeing Tammy." Stan steps in again. "As your friend, I'm begging you to get help!"

I look over and see Tammy still smirking at me. I lie back on the bed and sigh. "What do I have to do?"

Red sits down next to me. "I have the name and number of a good therapist."

"How will this help me get my kids back?"

"It will be in your favor if you can show the judge that you're trying to get your life back on track." Stan tells me.

Red gives me a business card. "It's really for your own good Kenny."

I sit up and I look at them. "Thanks everyone. I promise, I'll get my shit together. I'm down, but I'm not out!" I smile and look at Tammy, she shakes her head at me and disappears. I don't know what the hell that was about, but I hope that's the end of me seeing her. It could be the first step to my recovery. The next step is to prove that I'm not on drugs and get my kids back! That's all I want!