This is a look inside my notebook.These are scenes that were originally planned or I thought
about adding to Addiction but decided not to. Their not edited so their may be some mistakes
in them. I thought I'd add them after the fic hopefully to some what make up for the gaps between the updates.
~=~=~ The was the original plan for chapter 5. At the time I thought it wouldn't be right to add it. See for yourself ~=~=~
"Okay, boys!" Suddenly the six men rushed up on Dwayne and Steve, who immediately
started to defend themselves. Bic just stood back and watched the six on two attack.
The two wrestlers got in some good punches until they were taken down by the odds.
Finally, one of the men pulled out a gun and fired in the air. All men stopped fighting.
Both Steve and Dwayne stopped their fighting.
"See what we had to resort to?" Bic shook his head and pulled out a needle, which was
full of a clear substance. "Hold him." Three men rushed and grabbed Dwayne and when
Steve tried to help two men refrained him while the other held the gun on him.
"Don't even try it. I'll kill ya." The man said flatly, aiming the gun right between
Steve's eyes.
Bic walked up to Dwayne, who was still struggling with the three men. One had managed
to roll up his sleeve. One of the men viciously punched Dwayne in the abdomen, who
immediately fell to the ground.
"After this, you'll be begging for more." They exposed Dwayne's forearm and Bic
jabbed the needle into the vein and filled it with the substance. "Okay, lets go!" All seven
men took of running down the ally. As soon as Steve was free he knelt down next to
Dwayne, who was leaning against the car struggling for breath. Bic hadn't bothered to
remove the needle and it was still sticking in Dwayne's arm. Steve quickly pulled it out
and tossed it away.
"Holy shit. Are you okay? What was that?" Steve inspected the puncture womb which
had left a small stream of blood trailing down his arm.
"Heroin....." Dwayne whispered. "A lot of it."
"Fuck! Come on, we got to get you to a hospital." Steve grabbed Dwayne's arm and
attempted to haul him up.
"No, Steve. No one can know." He was attempting to yell but all he managed was a
whisper.
"Your going to overdose!"
"No, he doesn't want to kill me, just keep me addicted."
"How can you be so sure?" Steve asked quickly.
"He owes -people- a lot of money."
"Shit!" Steve didn't know what to do. "Can you stand?" No answer. "Dwayne!"
"What!?"
"Can you stand?"
"Uh....I think so." Steve hauled Dwayne up and helped him into the passenger seat. He quickly got
into the driver side. By the time he was in the car, he could tell that Dwayne was already
suffering the effects of the drug.
"What's going to happen?" Steve asked nervously. Dwayne was shaking, almost
convulsing.
"What?"
"I said 'What's going to happen?"
"Uh......anxiety....and uh....jumpiness...daze out...sick......." He trailed off, loosing his
train of thought.
"How do you feel now?"
"I feel....I dunno...heavy....warm.....kinda panicky.....mad as hell this is happening." He again trailed off,
oblivious to the world. He was staring out the window while his nerves continued to tremble, but his mind
was somewhere else completely. Steve noticed that his breathing had slowed and his pupils had contracted.
His skin looked cold, moist, and bluish.
"How long will it last?"
"Huh?"
"Damnit, Dwayne! How long will it last!?"
"Uh.... a few hours."
"Shit!" Steve slammed his fists on the steering wheel in frustration. He had no idea what to do.
He took one last look at Dwayne before opening his door and finding a pay phone. He dialed his house.
"Please Mick pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up...."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! Mick, it's me."
"Hey, you two done in town already?"
"Uh, no we might be a few hours late."
"Sure, what's going on?"
"Uh, nothing. Just, uh, cruising and stuff." Steve knew it sounded lame but he didn't know what else to say.
"Okay. Where's Dwayne?"
"He's waiting for me in the truck." Steve answered a little too quickly.
"Okay, well, I'll see you two later."
"All right. Bye."
"Bye."
Steve hung up the phone and got in the truck.
Mick was watching television when he heard Stave's truck pull up. He thought nothing of it until he heard
Steve call him name. It sounded urgent so Mick quickly went outside where he saw Steve hop out his truck
and over to the passenger side door.
"What's wrong?" Mick asked
"Just help me!" That's when Mick saw the unconscious Dwayne in the passenger seat.
"What happened? You were suppose to keep an eye on him!" Mick asked angrily. Steve
was opening the door and trying to awaken Dwayne.
"It wasn't his fault. Would you help me please!"
"Wasn't his fault?"
"Damnit, Mick!"
"All right." Mick walked over to Steve and together they hauled Dwayne out the truck. The scene looked all to familiar.
~=~=~ This is just a *little* addition to ch. 4. ::shrug:: Don't know why I didn't keep it ~=~=~
"I don't want or need your help, Steve. Not anymore." Dwayne's voice was cold.
"Not even God can help you now." Steve said.
"I think I've been doing fine on my own."
Steve looked at the younger man in front of him.
"That you have." He said softly. "Dwayne, man, I love you like a brother. I can't let you do this to yourself."
~=~=~ I had wanted Rock to have a withdrawal effect in front of his wife but couldn't figure out
the best way to do it so I just left it out. It would have been in ch. 10~=~=~
Dwayne suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He tensed up and dropped the picture. He clenched his stomach and grabed a handful of bedcovers. Dany quickly placed the box of pictures on the floor and put her hand on his back.
"Dwayne, what is it? What's wrong?" She asked frantically.
"Nothing." He grunted. 'God, not now.' he thought to himself. He hadn't had any withdrawal effects in a few days, and he thought he was through with them. Apparently not. The last thing he wanted to talk about right now was the drugs, especially since things were going so well. Dany was still looking at him, concearn and fear in her eyes. "It'll go away in a minute." He said through clenched teeth.
"Oh." Dany must have caught on to it anyway and her hand slightly faultered on his back. "Is there anything I can do?"
Dwayne shook his head. "No, just give me a minute." As soon as he said that, he felt the affects subside. His breathing slowly returned to normal and his nerves relaxed. He tested his strength by slowly straightening up. When he felt like he could move again he took a deep breath.
~=~=~ This would have probably went in ch. 9. I had no intention of putting this in, I just wrote it to see how it would work. I left it out because it has nothing to do with the story. ~=~=~
Dwayne remained silent long after they hung up. Still in shock that he was finally going home. A knock on the window brought him back to the present. He rolled the window down and noticed a man in uniform shinning a flashlight on him.
"Problem, officer?" The cop looked all over in the truck.
"What are you doing here all alone?"
"Oh, just driving around. I was just heading home." To his home; to his family.
"Uh-huh." The cop shinned the light right in Dwayne's face. "You look familiar. Have I busted you in the past?" Rock grinned and shook his head.
"No. I've been on TV a few times." Dwayne figured he'd use The Rock to get him out of another predicament. Works every time, especially now since he was in a good mood.
"Uh-huh. What's your name?" Exactly what Dwayne was looking for.
"Some call me The Rock." The cops eyes lit up. Dwayne laughed inside.
"Are you serious? My kid loves you." Dwayne nodded.
"A lot of kids do." The officer pulled out his ticket book and a pen.
"Tell you what. You give me an autograph, I'll let you off without so much as a warning." Dwayne didn't really know what he did to deserve a warning but passed it off as an excuse to get his john handcock. Dwayne reached for the pen.
"Sure." He signed his name on the back of one of the tickets.
"Great. My kids going to love this." Dwayne nodded. Damn, he's good.
"No problem."
~=~=~ That about does it. Hope it was at least interesting.Sorry if they seem a bit cut off.... ~=~=~
about adding to Addiction but decided not to. Their not edited so their may be some mistakes
in them. I thought I'd add them after the fic hopefully to some what make up for the gaps between the updates.
~=~=~ The was the original plan for chapter 5. At the time I thought it wouldn't be right to add it. See for yourself ~=~=~
"Okay, boys!" Suddenly the six men rushed up on Dwayne and Steve, who immediately
started to defend themselves. Bic just stood back and watched the six on two attack.
The two wrestlers got in some good punches until they were taken down by the odds.
Finally, one of the men pulled out a gun and fired in the air. All men stopped fighting.
Both Steve and Dwayne stopped their fighting.
"See what we had to resort to?" Bic shook his head and pulled out a needle, which was
full of a clear substance. "Hold him." Three men rushed and grabbed Dwayne and when
Steve tried to help two men refrained him while the other held the gun on him.
"Don't even try it. I'll kill ya." The man said flatly, aiming the gun right between
Steve's eyes.
Bic walked up to Dwayne, who was still struggling with the three men. One had managed
to roll up his sleeve. One of the men viciously punched Dwayne in the abdomen, who
immediately fell to the ground.
"After this, you'll be begging for more." They exposed Dwayne's forearm and Bic
jabbed the needle into the vein and filled it with the substance. "Okay, lets go!" All seven
men took of running down the ally. As soon as Steve was free he knelt down next to
Dwayne, who was leaning against the car struggling for breath. Bic hadn't bothered to
remove the needle and it was still sticking in Dwayne's arm. Steve quickly pulled it out
and tossed it away.
"Holy shit. Are you okay? What was that?" Steve inspected the puncture womb which
had left a small stream of blood trailing down his arm.
"Heroin....." Dwayne whispered. "A lot of it."
"Fuck! Come on, we got to get you to a hospital." Steve grabbed Dwayne's arm and
attempted to haul him up.
"No, Steve. No one can know." He was attempting to yell but all he managed was a
whisper.
"Your going to overdose!"
"No, he doesn't want to kill me, just keep me addicted."
"How can you be so sure?" Steve asked quickly.
"He owes -people- a lot of money."
"Shit!" Steve didn't know what to do. "Can you stand?" No answer. "Dwayne!"
"What!?"
"Can you stand?"
"Uh....I think so." Steve hauled Dwayne up and helped him into the passenger seat. He quickly got
into the driver side. By the time he was in the car, he could tell that Dwayne was already
suffering the effects of the drug.
"What's going to happen?" Steve asked nervously. Dwayne was shaking, almost
convulsing.
"What?"
"I said 'What's going to happen?"
"Uh......anxiety....and uh....jumpiness...daze out...sick......." He trailed off, loosing his
train of thought.
"How do you feel now?"
"I feel....I dunno...heavy....warm.....kinda panicky.....mad as hell this is happening." He again trailed off,
oblivious to the world. He was staring out the window while his nerves continued to tremble, but his mind
was somewhere else completely. Steve noticed that his breathing had slowed and his pupils had contracted.
His skin looked cold, moist, and bluish.
"How long will it last?"
"Huh?"
"Damnit, Dwayne! How long will it last!?"
"Uh.... a few hours."
"Shit!" Steve slammed his fists on the steering wheel in frustration. He had no idea what to do.
He took one last look at Dwayne before opening his door and finding a pay phone. He dialed his house.
"Please Mick pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up...."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah! Mick, it's me."
"Hey, you two done in town already?"
"Uh, no we might be a few hours late."
"Sure, what's going on?"
"Uh, nothing. Just, uh, cruising and stuff." Steve knew it sounded lame but he didn't know what else to say.
"Okay. Where's Dwayne?"
"He's waiting for me in the truck." Steve answered a little too quickly.
"Okay, well, I'll see you two later."
"All right. Bye."
"Bye."
Steve hung up the phone and got in the truck.
Mick was watching television when he heard Stave's truck pull up. He thought nothing of it until he heard
Steve call him name. It sounded urgent so Mick quickly went outside where he saw Steve hop out his truck
and over to the passenger side door.
"What's wrong?" Mick asked
"Just help me!" That's when Mick saw the unconscious Dwayne in the passenger seat.
"What happened? You were suppose to keep an eye on him!" Mick asked angrily. Steve
was opening the door and trying to awaken Dwayne.
"It wasn't his fault. Would you help me please!"
"Wasn't his fault?"
"Damnit, Mick!"
"All right." Mick walked over to Steve and together they hauled Dwayne out the truck. The scene looked all to familiar.
~=~=~ This is just a *little* addition to ch. 4. ::shrug:: Don't know why I didn't keep it ~=~=~
"I don't want or need your help, Steve. Not anymore." Dwayne's voice was cold.
"Not even God can help you now." Steve said.
"I think I've been doing fine on my own."
Steve looked at the younger man in front of him.
"That you have." He said softly. "Dwayne, man, I love you like a brother. I can't let you do this to yourself."
~=~=~ I had wanted Rock to have a withdrawal effect in front of his wife but couldn't figure out
the best way to do it so I just left it out. It would have been in ch. 10~=~=~
Dwayne suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He tensed up and dropped the picture. He clenched his stomach and grabed a handful of bedcovers. Dany quickly placed the box of pictures on the floor and put her hand on his back.
"Dwayne, what is it? What's wrong?" She asked frantically.
"Nothing." He grunted. 'God, not now.' he thought to himself. He hadn't had any withdrawal effects in a few days, and he thought he was through with them. Apparently not. The last thing he wanted to talk about right now was the drugs, especially since things were going so well. Dany was still looking at him, concearn and fear in her eyes. "It'll go away in a minute." He said through clenched teeth.
"Oh." Dany must have caught on to it anyway and her hand slightly faultered on his back. "Is there anything I can do?"
Dwayne shook his head. "No, just give me a minute." As soon as he said that, he felt the affects subside. His breathing slowly returned to normal and his nerves relaxed. He tested his strength by slowly straightening up. When he felt like he could move again he took a deep breath.
~=~=~ This would have probably went in ch. 9. I had no intention of putting this in, I just wrote it to see how it would work. I left it out because it has nothing to do with the story. ~=~=~
Dwayne remained silent long after they hung up. Still in shock that he was finally going home. A knock on the window brought him back to the present. He rolled the window down and noticed a man in uniform shinning a flashlight on him.
"Problem, officer?" The cop looked all over in the truck.
"What are you doing here all alone?"
"Oh, just driving around. I was just heading home." To his home; to his family.
"Uh-huh." The cop shinned the light right in Dwayne's face. "You look familiar. Have I busted you in the past?" Rock grinned and shook his head.
"No. I've been on TV a few times." Dwayne figured he'd use The Rock to get him out of another predicament. Works every time, especially now since he was in a good mood.
"Uh-huh. What's your name?" Exactly what Dwayne was looking for.
"Some call me The Rock." The cops eyes lit up. Dwayne laughed inside.
"Are you serious? My kid loves you." Dwayne nodded.
"A lot of kids do." The officer pulled out his ticket book and a pen.
"Tell you what. You give me an autograph, I'll let you off without so much as a warning." Dwayne didn't really know what he did to deserve a warning but passed it off as an excuse to get his john handcock. Dwayne reached for the pen.
"Sure." He signed his name on the back of one of the tickets.
"Great. My kids going to love this." Dwayne nodded. Damn, he's good.
"No problem."
~=~=~ That about does it. Hope it was at least interesting.Sorry if they seem a bit cut off.... ~=~=~
