Pt. 4 was a tough one. I think it's pretty good but it could be better. I got past my block
though and I hope it's okay. Pt. 5 should help kick the story up a bit. I felt awkward about
using the real name of The Rock's wife; it felt like it was really happening. Kind of
disturbing. Oh well. Enjoy! (please ignore the poor punctuation)
Pt. 4 Forgiving
Steve took a deep breath before opening the bedroom door. He could hear the
television inside and knew Dwayne was in there. They haven't exactly been on talking
terms since Mick's 'Trust Test.' Steve had strongly felt that Dwayne would once again give in
to desire and he was afraid that it might be the last time. He was proven wrong and felt
like he owed Dwayne an apology. He knocked on the door before slowly opening it.
"Hey." Steve said nervously. Dwayne was sitting against the headboard and looked up at Steve.
"Hey." He turned back to the TV.
"So, how was your day?" No answer. "Mick said that you met an old friend but you wouldn't tell
him anything else. So, how'd it go?" He was obviously being ignored. He decided to get straight to
the point. "Um, look, I'm sorry I didn't have enough faith in you. You've proven me wrong and I
apologize." Dwayne turned the TV down and looked back up at Steve.
"That's what you came to tell me?" Dwayne didn't really care. He proved it to himself
that he could do it. He could give a damn if Steve believed in him or not. Not anymore.
"What do you want me to say? I said I'm sorry."
"Sorry didn't cut it for you, remember?" Dwayne said and realized he had backed Steve into a
corner. He gazed up at him. "Don't worry about it." His voice was cold and he once
again turned his attention to the television but Steve could tell he wasn't really watching it.
Steve felt like he should say something but he had no clue as to what to say.
"You know, I really am sorry. I'm being sincere."
"I know." Dwayne said flatly, his tone betraying his words.
"It's just that I've seen friends die because of drugs and......." Steve paused not wanting
to reveal too much but he wanted Dwayne to understand where he was coming from. Dwayne
stood up and turned off the TV. Steve looked at the younger man in front of him.
"Dwayne, man, I love you like a brother. I just couldn't let you do this to yourself."
"Don't you think I know that!? This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life!
And I'm trying, Steve. I'm trying my damnedest! It's just......." He stopped, not able to
continue. All of his emotions that he kept bottled up for six months were started to push
their way through. His eyes were teary and his voice broke. "I can't take it anymore.....I still
want a hit, you know. Every day of every minute. I want to feel that warm feeling go
through my body. When I shoot up..it's like...it's like I don't have a care in the world, you know?
Everything just disappears. But when I sober up, all my problems are staring me straight in the face ten times a worse. It's getting harder and harder to resist, man. I don't care about anything anymore, all I want is the high. And I don't want that. I want my life back." He whispered. Realizing what was about to happen, he quickly swiped at his eyes and started to leave. He didn't want Steve to see him like this.
"Dwayne, wait." Steve grabbed him by the wrist. Dwayne paused and turned around.
"I know I haven't been real supportive lately, I mean I tried at first with the thermostat
thing and all, but I felt like I was encouraging it or something. But now me and the guys
are here for you, and I'm going to try to be more understanding. We know you want to get
clean and we want the same thing. We're here to help you anyway you want it." Steve was
starting to let his emotions show, too. He had watched his close friend slowly kill himself
for over six months. His eyes also started to tear and he tried his hardest not to let them fall.
"Man, just take it one day at a time...." Steve's words were soft and gentle as he spoke. Dwayne
slowly nodded. He bowed his head and a tear escaped down his cheek. He didn't want to
hold back anymore. Steve grabbed Dwayne by the shoulder and pulled him into a tight
embrace. Dwayne buried his face in Steve's shoulder as a single sob broke through. Steve fought
the urge not to cry and to keep his own emotions in check . He had to be the strong one now, but that
didn't stop the few tears that did find their way down his cheeks.
Steve would always be here for him, but he knew that it should be his wife comforting him. Not
Steve. But he would never say no, how could he? He was going to be here for him no
matter what. He wouldn't leave. After a few moments, when Steve was sure he was okay,
he pulled back and looked Dwayne in the eye.
"You okay?" Dwayne took a deep breath and wiped his eyes.
"Yeah." He said softly. Steve grinned.
"All right. Day four?"
Dwayne nodded. "And more to come."
"Great. Wanna go get something to eat? I'm starving"
Dwayne grinned. "Sure." As they started out the door, Dwayne paused. Wanting to ask
something but not quite sure of how to ask.
"Hey, um, Steve?"
"Yeah?" Steve turned around.
"Um, look, I'll appreciate it if we could...um..you know...." Steve smiled, fully understanding.
"Sure, buddy, it won't leave this room."
"Great. Thanks." Steve grinned and placed a hand on Dwayne's back companionably and
together they walked out the door.
End of Pt. 4 Please review or mail your thoughts.
though and I hope it's okay. Pt. 5 should help kick the story up a bit. I felt awkward about
using the real name of The Rock's wife; it felt like it was really happening. Kind of
disturbing. Oh well. Enjoy! (please ignore the poor punctuation)
Pt. 4 Forgiving
Steve took a deep breath before opening the bedroom door. He could hear the
television inside and knew Dwayne was in there. They haven't exactly been on talking
terms since Mick's 'Trust Test.' Steve had strongly felt that Dwayne would once again give in
to desire and he was afraid that it might be the last time. He was proven wrong and felt
like he owed Dwayne an apology. He knocked on the door before slowly opening it.
"Hey." Steve said nervously. Dwayne was sitting against the headboard and looked up at Steve.
"Hey." He turned back to the TV.
"So, how was your day?" No answer. "Mick said that you met an old friend but you wouldn't tell
him anything else. So, how'd it go?" He was obviously being ignored. He decided to get straight to
the point. "Um, look, I'm sorry I didn't have enough faith in you. You've proven me wrong and I
apologize." Dwayne turned the TV down and looked back up at Steve.
"That's what you came to tell me?" Dwayne didn't really care. He proved it to himself
that he could do it. He could give a damn if Steve believed in him or not. Not anymore.
"What do you want me to say? I said I'm sorry."
"Sorry didn't cut it for you, remember?" Dwayne said and realized he had backed Steve into a
corner. He gazed up at him. "Don't worry about it." His voice was cold and he once
again turned his attention to the television but Steve could tell he wasn't really watching it.
Steve felt like he should say something but he had no clue as to what to say.
"You know, I really am sorry. I'm being sincere."
"I know." Dwayne said flatly, his tone betraying his words.
"It's just that I've seen friends die because of drugs and......." Steve paused not wanting
to reveal too much but he wanted Dwayne to understand where he was coming from. Dwayne
stood up and turned off the TV. Steve looked at the younger man in front of him.
"Dwayne, man, I love you like a brother. I just couldn't let you do this to yourself."
"Don't you think I know that!? This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life!
And I'm trying, Steve. I'm trying my damnedest! It's just......." He stopped, not able to
continue. All of his emotions that he kept bottled up for six months were started to push
their way through. His eyes were teary and his voice broke. "I can't take it anymore.....I still
want a hit, you know. Every day of every minute. I want to feel that warm feeling go
through my body. When I shoot up..it's like...it's like I don't have a care in the world, you know?
Everything just disappears. But when I sober up, all my problems are staring me straight in the face ten times a worse. It's getting harder and harder to resist, man. I don't care about anything anymore, all I want is the high. And I don't want that. I want my life back." He whispered. Realizing what was about to happen, he quickly swiped at his eyes and started to leave. He didn't want Steve to see him like this.
"Dwayne, wait." Steve grabbed him by the wrist. Dwayne paused and turned around.
"I know I haven't been real supportive lately, I mean I tried at first with the thermostat
thing and all, but I felt like I was encouraging it or something. But now me and the guys
are here for you, and I'm going to try to be more understanding. We know you want to get
clean and we want the same thing. We're here to help you anyway you want it." Steve was
starting to let his emotions show, too. He had watched his close friend slowly kill himself
for over six months. His eyes also started to tear and he tried his hardest not to let them fall.
"Man, just take it one day at a time...." Steve's words were soft and gentle as he spoke. Dwayne
slowly nodded. He bowed his head and a tear escaped down his cheek. He didn't want to
hold back anymore. Steve grabbed Dwayne by the shoulder and pulled him into a tight
embrace. Dwayne buried his face in Steve's shoulder as a single sob broke through. Steve fought
the urge not to cry and to keep his own emotions in check . He had to be the strong one now, but that
didn't stop the few tears that did find their way down his cheeks.
Steve would always be here for him, but he knew that it should be his wife comforting him. Not
Steve. But he would never say no, how could he? He was going to be here for him no
matter what. He wouldn't leave. After a few moments, when Steve was sure he was okay,
he pulled back and looked Dwayne in the eye.
"You okay?" Dwayne took a deep breath and wiped his eyes.
"Yeah." He said softly. Steve grinned.
"All right. Day four?"
Dwayne nodded. "And more to come."
"Great. Wanna go get something to eat? I'm starving"
Dwayne grinned. "Sure." As they started out the door, Dwayne paused. Wanting to ask
something but not quite sure of how to ask.
"Hey, um, Steve?"
"Yeah?" Steve turned around.
"Um, look, I'll appreciate it if we could...um..you know...." Steve smiled, fully understanding.
"Sure, buddy, it won't leave this room."
"Great. Thanks." Steve grinned and placed a hand on Dwayne's back companionably and
together they walked out the door.
End of Pt. 4 Please review or mail your thoughts.
