Okay, This is kinda a pt. 1 to ch. 8. I'm still working on it, I just thought I'd post this. I
felt really bad about not updating and been in a hurry to finish and I think that's what was
messing me up. Anyway, this is just a little flashback and it kinda tells what Dany is feeling.

BIG thanks goes to my good friend LittleAngle19 for all her help and support!!! Thanks a
million girl!!!

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Flashback 3 months ago

Dany walked into the bedroom, afraid of what she might see. Dwayne had been in there
for quite some time and she hoped he wasn't doing what she thought he was doing. He
said he was getting ready for bed. She heard that excuse before. She swore that if he done
it one more time that would be it. She had confronted him about it and he said it would
never happen again, that he could control it. She believed him only because she wanted to.
She knew it would happen again, it was only a matter of time. She walked slowly into the
room and turned on the lights. Just as she had feared, he was passed out on the bed,
sprawled out and on his back. She fought back tears as she approached his unconscious
form. She let out a sob at the sight of the needle still in his arm. He had done it again.
She walked into the bathroom and saw the powdery mess on the sink. She left the room and went downstairs.

Steve was packing his things, getting ready for Monday's show, when the phone rang.
"Hello?" he asked. "Oh my, God. Again? Is it bad?" He paused, listening the upset voice
on the other end. "Okay, I'll call Mick and we'll be right over....No problem. Bye." Steve
hung up the phone and called Mick. "Mick? Yeah....Dwayne's done it again. We got to go
pick him up."

Dany was sitting downstairs thinking. She had to do it. She told him she would and she
has to carry it through. If she doesn't he'll do it again and again. A knock on the door
brought her attention back to reailty. Her eyes were raw from tears but she wiped at them anyway.
She stood up and opened the door and saw Steve and Mick standing there.

"Where is he?" Steve asked softly.

"Upstairs." Dany whispered. Steve nodded and he and Mick went up the stairs. Dany
stayed by the door.

~Bedroom~
Mick and Steve reached the room and paused at the sight in front of them. Steve walked
up to him and Mick went into the bathroom. Steve eyed the needle and was hesitant before grabbing it and pulling it out of the vein. He watched as blood began to drip from the womb. It had never been this bad. He placed the needle on the nightstand and started to lightly slap Dwayne on the cheek.

"Dwayne? Come on, man. Wake up." No response.

Meanwhile Mick was trying to clean up the mess in the bathroom. He raked up as much of
the powder as he could and dumped it in the toilet. He put the lighter and bent spoon in
his pocket for later disposal. There's no sense in having Dany clean this up. It'll only make
things worse.

Steve was still trying to awake Dwayne and started to slap a little harder while shaking
his shoulder. Dwayne jerked slightly and slowly opened his heavy eyelids before re-closing them.

"Come on, Dwayne. Wake up." Steve said, getting slightly frustrated.

Mick returned from the bathroom and walked up to Steve. "He's not out completely."
Steve said to him. They each grabbed a hand and hauled Dwayne up on his feet. The
sudden movement had caused Dwayne to awake completely and he covered his eyes
against the bright light of the bedroom. His balance wasn't all that great and he started to
sway heavily. Mick and Steve stayed close by.

"Downstairs, Dwayne." Mick ordered.

"Let go of me." Dwayne mumbled, stumbling slightly.

"No one has you. Come on, man, let's go downstairs." Mick said a little more forceful.
Dwayne stared at him for a while before heading towards the door.

Dany was waiting downstairs for them by the front door. She heard some noise and looked
up at the top of the stairs. She watched as her husband, rather clumsily, made his way
down. Steve and Mick right behind him. Dwayne was too incoherent to even
know where he was and didn't look at her as he stepped outside. She started to reach out
to touch his shoulder but stopped. Steve followed him out the door while Mick stayed to
talk to Dany.

Steve opened the back door to Mick's car while Dwayne climbed in. Once in the car, he leaned back in the seat and shielded his eyes against the bright porch light. Steve reached across him and put on his seatbelt, moving one of his arms to snap on the shoulder strap. He closed the door and walked back to Mick and Dany.

"I just don't see any other way, Mick. I can't go through with this every time." Dany
said, her disappointing tone turning into anger.

"It's okay. I'll tell him." Mick said, placing a gentle hand on her arm. They said their good-byes and Mick and Steve drove off.

~In the car~
The ride in the car was silent. Steve finally decided to break it. "How long ago
did you take it?" He asked, refering to the drugs. He looked in the review mirror to see Dwayne slummed back in the seat, eyes closed.

"What?" He asked, eyes still closed.

"How long ago did you take it?" Steve repeated more slowly. He and Mick had gotten use
to Dwayne's constant repeated one word question by now.

"I dunno. Bout half an hour ago." He mumbled, sighing heavily.

"How much?" No response. "Dwayne!"

"What!?"

"Stay awake, man. How much did you take?"

"Of what?"

Steve let out a frustrated sigh. "Nevermind." They could tell just by listening to him how
much he took.

"It wasn't too much. At least he's responsive." Mick said.

"Guys, I'm going to be sick." Dwayne said, slumping forward in the seat, hanging his head
down so it faced the floor.

"No your not." Steve replied calmly. When Dwayne first stated that he was going to be
sick, Steve or Mick would pull over and wait. After the first five false alarms, they knew
better.

~An Hour Later~

Thankfully the arena was only a few hours from the hotel Mick and Steve were staying at
and they reached it in no time. While Mick walked up to the front desk to get another
room, Steve and Dwayne waited in the car. While he was gone Steve kept looking in the
rearview mirror. The effects of the drug was wearing off and Dwayne looked pretty
focused.....considering.

"You really fucked up this time." Steve said to him but mostly to himself.

"Why's that?" Dwayne asked, looking out the window. Steve was surprised that he had
heard let alone understood what he had said and wasn't prepared to answer his question.

"What do you think, man? Getting stoned off your ass every night? Me and Mick risking
our jobs just to keep you from doing anything you'll regret?" Steve's tone carried
disappointment and anger. Dwayne didn't say anything and silence soon followed. "Will
you be at work Monday?" Steve asked.

"I got fired, remember." Dwayne said with bitterness.

"Suspended. And whose fault is that?"

Dwayne sighed heavily. "Whatever. Yeah, I'll be there."

Mick soon returned and got in the car. "There won't be any available rooms until
tomorrow. He'll have to stay with one of us." Steve again looked in the review mirror and
saw the hateful glare Dwayne was giving him. He returned his gaze to Mick.

"He can stay with you." Steve said coldly.

Mick looked back at Dwayne, who was looking a hole in the back of Steve's head. "Just fine by me," He said just as cold. Mick looked back and forth between the two men, wondering what the hell happened the five minutes he was gone. He slowly nodded, shrugging slightly. "Fine."

End Of Flashback

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If you remember this is when the fic first started. I'm not finished with it. I really do feel bad and now maybe I can relax a bit and get to work on the next ch. If you like/don't like just review!
Thanks for sticking with it!!!