Rock fans, don't take any offense to this story. I am a huge Rock fan and would never
wish these events on anybody. Thanks!
Addiction
**********
Dwayne Johnson, aka The Rock, sat in the chair and looked intently at the phone. He
wasn't going to do it, not tonight, not ever. He'd been clean for two days now and he sure as
hell wanted to make it three. He started breathing hard and broke into a cold sweat. He
knew he was going to go through withdrawals soon and was not looking forward to the rest of
the night. But he wasn't going to do it, he wasn't going to call.
He remembered the first day of trying to quit. It had been easy enough because his
friends were there with him. Tonight he was all alone. The second day was really hard. He
was upset that his wife of eight years left him and he started yelling at his friends and
family. Yelling things he never thought he'd say. Tonight was pure hell. Then he
remembered the high and the pleasure he felt. He stood up and started to pace, wiping the
sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He wanted to feel that pleasure again.
Before he knew what he was doing, he picked up the phone and dialed a single number. It
answered on the second ring.
"Yeah, it's me. Can we meet somewhere tonight?"
*********************
Mick banged on Dwayne's door. He was worried when he didn't show up for work and
called Steve. Together they traveled to the hotel where he was staying. They both knew
he'd be there, he had no where else to go. Mick continued to bang on the door. No one
was answering.
"Come on, Dwayne! Open up!" Mick yelled. Still no response. Mick looked at Steve.
"Bust the damn door down!"
They were inside in seconds and immediately started looking for Dwayne.
"Dwayne! Where you at??!!"
"Holy shit!! Mick, get in here!!" Steve yelled from the bathroom. Mick knew he found
him. He ran to the bathroom.
"Dear God!" He didn't expect what he saw when he looked at the prone figure on the
floor. Fear clenched his stomach as he checked for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief
when he found a weak one. "All right, let's pick him up. Grab his head." Steve grabbed
Dwayne under his arms and Mick grabbed his legs. Together they picked Dwayne's
unconscious body up off the floor and dragged him the to couch. Steve walked back into
the bathroom while Mick wet some wash rags.
"Damnit! You should've known, Mick!" Steve said walking back from the bathroom.
He held up an empty syringe. "On the floor."
"Son-of-a-bitch! Mick yelled in frustration. "We should have stayed with him. I knew
we should have!" Mick walked back to Dwayne, with one of the rags he wiped the vomit
from his mouth and face and placing the other cool rag on his forehead. "He's got a fever."
Mick said as he started to remove his shirt. Steve got the hint and went to remove his
jeans, leaving on his boxers and socks. They covered him with a light sheet. Steve let out a
sigh.
"Come on. Let's search the place." Steve said quietly.
After about fifteen minutes of searching, they had found a total of six stashes of heroin.
Very disappointed, they laid the contents out on the table and waited for Dwayne to wake
up.
Twenty minutes later Dwayne was still unconscious. Mick was beginning to get really
worried.
"Maybe we should call an ambulance?" He said quietly. Steve glared at him.
"Mick, you know if the media gets hold of this, Dwayne will be out of a job."
"He's already suspended."
"Only 'till he cleans up...... and Vince says he can still come to the shows."
"Steve, look at him!" He pointed to the prone man laying on the couch. "Does it look
like he's going to clean up anytime soon?! He might as well be out of a job. I mean, his
wife left him, he's got a kid he's never seen, and his friends have abandoned him! He
doesn't have much of a life left! And besides, if he dies lying here he won't have a life at all!"
"He always wakes up, Mick. Just wait." Steve said.
"Yeah, well, there's always a first.............and a last."
Just as Steve was about ready to give in and let Mick call for help, Dwayne started to
wake up. Steve and Mick quickly went to him.
"Dwayne?" Mick said quietly. Dwayne slowly opened his eyes, sat up and groaned,
letting the rag fall from his head. He swung his legs over to sit up. He closed his eyes and
buried his face in his hands.
"What the hell happened?" He groaned.
Steve picked up one of the needles and held in front of Dwayne's face. "Two days of hard
ass work going down the drain is what happened!" He threw the needle back down.
"What's wrong with you, Dwayne? We leave you for one day and your back on drugs?!"
Dwayne shook his head. "I tried..." He started weakly.
"You tried?! Well that's......." Mick held up a hand to stop Steve from saying something
he'll regret.
"Steve, please." He looked at Dwayne and pointed to the drugs. "How many did you
buy?" Dwayne looked at the contents on the table.
"There's four more." He said softly.
"Well, your going to get up and find every last one of them, and flush it all.
Understand?"
"Yeah....."
"Now."
With a great deal of struggle, Dwayne stood up to find his two hundred and fifty dollars
worth of heroin.
Back to day one.
End of pt. 1
I'll continue if I get some good reviews.
wish these events on anybody. Thanks!
Addiction
**********
Dwayne Johnson, aka The Rock, sat in the chair and looked intently at the phone. He
wasn't going to do it, not tonight, not ever. He'd been clean for two days now and he sure as
hell wanted to make it three. He started breathing hard and broke into a cold sweat. He
knew he was going to go through withdrawals soon and was not looking forward to the rest of
the night. But he wasn't going to do it, he wasn't going to call.
He remembered the first day of trying to quit. It had been easy enough because his
friends were there with him. Tonight he was all alone. The second day was really hard. He
was upset that his wife of eight years left him and he started yelling at his friends and
family. Yelling things he never thought he'd say. Tonight was pure hell. Then he
remembered the high and the pleasure he felt. He stood up and started to pace, wiping the
sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He wanted to feel that pleasure again.
Before he knew what he was doing, he picked up the phone and dialed a single number. It
answered on the second ring.
"Yeah, it's me. Can we meet somewhere tonight?"
*********************
Mick banged on Dwayne's door. He was worried when he didn't show up for work and
called Steve. Together they traveled to the hotel where he was staying. They both knew
he'd be there, he had no where else to go. Mick continued to bang on the door. No one
was answering.
"Come on, Dwayne! Open up!" Mick yelled. Still no response. Mick looked at Steve.
"Bust the damn door down!"
They were inside in seconds and immediately started looking for Dwayne.
"Dwayne! Where you at??!!"
"Holy shit!! Mick, get in here!!" Steve yelled from the bathroom. Mick knew he found
him. He ran to the bathroom.
"Dear God!" He didn't expect what he saw when he looked at the prone figure on the
floor. Fear clenched his stomach as he checked for a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief
when he found a weak one. "All right, let's pick him up. Grab his head." Steve grabbed
Dwayne under his arms and Mick grabbed his legs. Together they picked Dwayne's
unconscious body up off the floor and dragged him the to couch. Steve walked back into
the bathroom while Mick wet some wash rags.
"Damnit! You should've known, Mick!" Steve said walking back from the bathroom.
He held up an empty syringe. "On the floor."
"Son-of-a-bitch! Mick yelled in frustration. "We should have stayed with him. I knew
we should have!" Mick walked back to Dwayne, with one of the rags he wiped the vomit
from his mouth and face and placing the other cool rag on his forehead. "He's got a fever."
Mick said as he started to remove his shirt. Steve got the hint and went to remove his
jeans, leaving on his boxers and socks. They covered him with a light sheet. Steve let out a
sigh.
"Come on. Let's search the place." Steve said quietly.
After about fifteen minutes of searching, they had found a total of six stashes of heroin.
Very disappointed, they laid the contents out on the table and waited for Dwayne to wake
up.
Twenty minutes later Dwayne was still unconscious. Mick was beginning to get really
worried.
"Maybe we should call an ambulance?" He said quietly. Steve glared at him.
"Mick, you know if the media gets hold of this, Dwayne will be out of a job."
"He's already suspended."
"Only 'till he cleans up...... and Vince says he can still come to the shows."
"Steve, look at him!" He pointed to the prone man laying on the couch. "Does it look
like he's going to clean up anytime soon?! He might as well be out of a job. I mean, his
wife left him, he's got a kid he's never seen, and his friends have abandoned him! He
doesn't have much of a life left! And besides, if he dies lying here he won't have a life at all!"
"He always wakes up, Mick. Just wait." Steve said.
"Yeah, well, there's always a first.............and a last."
Just as Steve was about ready to give in and let Mick call for help, Dwayne started to
wake up. Steve and Mick quickly went to him.
"Dwayne?" Mick said quietly. Dwayne slowly opened his eyes, sat up and groaned,
letting the rag fall from his head. He swung his legs over to sit up. He closed his eyes and
buried his face in his hands.
"What the hell happened?" He groaned.
Steve picked up one of the needles and held in front of Dwayne's face. "Two days of hard
ass work going down the drain is what happened!" He threw the needle back down.
"What's wrong with you, Dwayne? We leave you for one day and your back on drugs?!"
Dwayne shook his head. "I tried..." He started weakly.
"You tried?! Well that's......." Mick held up a hand to stop Steve from saying something
he'll regret.
"Steve, please." He looked at Dwayne and pointed to the drugs. "How many did you
buy?" Dwayne looked at the contents on the table.
"There's four more." He said softly.
"Well, your going to get up and find every last one of them, and flush it all.
Understand?"
"Yeah....."
"Now."
With a great deal of struggle, Dwayne stood up to find his two hundred and fifty dollars
worth of heroin.
Back to day one.
End of pt. 1
I'll continue if I get some good reviews.
