**Thanks to Psychobunny410 for the review, and for finding my typo, I
appreciate it! And thanks to Crystal for the touching review. It means a
lot to me, and my dad is an alcoholic so I kind of used a little of what I
used to feel growing up as well. And thanks to mysticalfem for the review!
I'm so glad that you guys are enjoying this story!!Please continue to read
and review! Oh yeah, please bear with me, I had to add Jamal back into the
WWE to make this work. Sorry if you're a fan of his. Thanks!!**
ONE WEEK LATER.
Trish had been carefully working on her plan and making sure that she would succeed in making it work. She was scared to death of what the outcome would be, but she knew that in the end, it was what was best.
Trish had left Natalie with her mom for the week and after Raw she immediately flew out to where Smackdown would be held the next night. During the day she did everything she could to stay far away from the hotel and the arena they were all staying at. Brock didn't know any of her specifics, but he was the one supplying her with the details.
Trish sat in the parking lot of the hotel in a black car with darkly tinted windows with all of the lights off, just waiting for Dave to leave. At 12:30 p.m. Dave came out dressed in jeans and a button down shirt and hopped in his car and took off. Trish followed him to a bar. She drove past the bar and doubled back and pulled in the parking lot and seen that he was already inside. She walked inside the bar carefully and seen that Dave's back was facing her. She picked a booth where she could see him and she watched him slam shot after shot. Trish had seen enough, she got up and walked back out to her car and sat there until he left.
Dave left the bar talking on his cell phone. Trish glanced down at her watch and seen that it was 1:15 a.m. and people were flocking out of the bar. She watched Dave get in his car and head out. She carefully followed him to a dark warehouse. There were two other cars parked there. She drove on past him as he parked by them.
Dave parked his car and walked over by the other figures. Trish couldn't sit anywhere around them without seeming too suspicious so she couldn't quite see what exactly was happening with them.
After about 10 minutes, Dave got in his car and left. Trish followed him and he headed back to the hotel. Trish knew what room was his, so she decided now was the time to confront him. She went up a different stairwell and headed up to his room. She went to his door and knocked. But there was no answer. She knocked a little bit louder this time, but there was still no answer. Finally she knocked again a little bit louder when she heard footsteps. The door opened and there was Jenni standing in the doorway, "Trish? What are you doing here?"
Trish felt really bad, she didn't want to have to do this in front of the girls. "Is your dad here?"
Jenni shook her head, "No, he never comes back until later. Usually between 4 and 5. Do you want to come in?"
Trish shook her head, "Not right now, but could I borrow your extra key? But don't tell your dad that I'm here, I want it to be a surprise."
Jenni smiled and nodded she came back with an extra key, "Here ya go. See you later." And she shut the door.
Trish turned and seen someone coming down the hall. She knew that it wasn't Dave so she wasn't too concerned. She squinted and seen that it was Charlie Haas. She waved to him.
He looked down the hall and walked past his room and met her halfway. "Hey Trish, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I came to surprise Dave, but he's not in his room. Have you seen him?" Trish asked him.
Charlie looked around, "Yeah, him and Jamal met up downstairs and headed off to Jamal's room."
"Jamal?" Trish said in a confused tone. "I didn't even know he hung around Jamal."
"He never used to, but lately they've been like the best of friends. They're together more than him and Brock are. But I don't know if that's a good thing." Charlie said in a leery voice.
"What do you mean?" Trish asked concerned. "Please tell me."
Charlie leaned in close, "Well, from what I've heard is that Jamal is very close to getting fired."
Trish gasped, "For what?"
"Suspected drug use. And Dave might be watched too seeing as how him and Jamal have gotten so close. If I were you, I would tell him that he needs to watch how much time he spends with him." Charlie advised her.
"I will, thanks for the tip. What room is Jamal in?" Trish asked.
"347." Charlie replied and pointed her where the room was.
Trish smiled, "Thanks Charlie, I owe you one." And with that she was to Dave's room.
Trish swiped her door key through and rushed into the room. She woke them up. "Girls, get up, I need you to go visit Torrie and Billy." She grabbed the phone and called and woke up Torrie to double check that it was ok. "Girls, please get up."
Aly woke up and she woke up Jenni. Trish hurried them down the hallway. When they arrived at Torrie's door, Trish knocked frantically.
Torrie opened the door and invited them in. As she was closing the door, she looked at Trish, "Be careful."
Trish nodded and went back to Dave's room to wait. She taped a note to the door that said "Went to Torrie's." in Aly's hand-writing and went inside.
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Meanwhile.
Dave got to Jamal's door and knocked three times. Jamal came to the door, "Did you get it?"
Dave nodded, "Yeah I got it, plus some."
Jamal let him in and shut the door behind him. "Man, I have needed this for so long, I've been feenin' like a motherfucker." He said with a laugh.
"Man I hear ya, you should try spending all day with two teenage girls." Dave said putting everything he got on the table.
Dave tossed Jamal three dime-sacks of weed, and a couple of containers with ecstasy in it. "Looks to me like you're going to have a great party tomorrow night." Dave said with a smile.
"Hey man, you know you're invited, but you can't bring your girls." Jamal said with a laugh. He opened one of the dime-sacks and began to roll himself a joint. "I have plenty of other shit already at the house just waiting for tomorrow."
Dave sat at the table and did a couple lines of coke. "Much, much better." Dave said sitting back into the couch. He reached into his pocket. He made a face and checked his other pocket.
"What in the hell are you looking for man?" Jamal asked.
"Shit, I'm going to have to head back to my room, I bought myself an eight- ball (mixture of heroin and crack) but my needle is in my bag. I'll see ya in the morning." Dave said getting up.
"Alright man, catch ya later." Jamal replied lighting up another joint.
Dave left Jamal's room and headed back to his. He seen the note on the door and smiled. He walked in to a completely blackened room. "Sweet silence." He said out loud.
Dave went into his overnight bag and dug around until he found a small leather case. It resembled the type of case that an electric razor came in. He pulled it out and went and sat down on his bed. He was completely unaware that Trish was sitting in the chair in the darkened corner watching his every move.
Dave took off his shirt and tossed it over by his bag. He took out the container that contained the eight-ball and set it on the nightstand. He removed a needle from the case and took out an alcohol swab and cleaned off the needle. Trish's eyes opened wide, she couldn't believe what she was witnessing. She took a deep breath, the moment she would reveal her presence was fast approaching.
Dave took out another alcohol swab and swabbed his arm. He loaded the needle up with the drug and set it down carefully on the nightstand. He tied a sash around his arm as tight as possible and with his other arm he reached for the needle. He grabbed it and just as he was about to inject himself he seen something out of the corner of his eye.
Trish stood up and turned on the lights. She had tears streaming down her face, "Jesus Christ David I figured you were drinking again, but this?" She exclaimed pointing towards the needle.
"Trish wait, how did you get in here?" Dave said to her with a panic in his voice.
"Does it really matter how I got in here? Right now the only thing that matters is that you're strung out on drugs and it's taking it's toll on your family and you're too blind to see it." Trish said sharply to him.
Dave was already high off of the coke that he had snorted in Jamal's room and coke was the one drug that elevated Dave's temper. He got off the bed and stood toe to toe with Trish, "And just what is that supposed to mean?" He shouted at her.
Trish wasn't going to tolerate this. She seen what her mom went through back when her father was an alcoholic, and she wasn't going to back down. "It's the truth and you're too fucking high to see it."
"Don't get smart with me, you think that you're so high and mighty." Dave started to yell back at her but Trish interrupted him.
"You know what David, I'm not going to sit here and argue with you about this." She yelled at him with tears streaming down her face. "I don't think that I'm high and mighty. Dave I love you and I want to help you. Dave, if you don't care about your life, think about what's at stake here."
"Like what?" Dave shot back at her. He had started to come down from his high already. He could feel himself starting to feen for more.
Brock had purposely-changed rooms with someone so his room could be next to Dave's so that way he could hear if things got out of hand. He heard some faint yelling, so he went as close to the wall as possible and began to listen.
"You're job, you're well-being," Trish started to list when he interrupted her.
"What do you mean my job? No one knows a goddamn thing, and it's going to stay that way." Dave shouted at her. "The fewer people you talk to, the less chances of getting into trouble."
"Oh is that how it works? Well let me tell you something, your little druggie buddy is probably not going to be around for too much longer, and if you keep your shit up your ass will be next. You know damn well they'll do a random drug test on you whenever they feel like it." Trish argued with him. "And what about your kids? What about me? Have you even thought about us lately?"
"The kids are fine," Dave started to say when Trish blew up.
"The kids are NOT fine David."
"For god's sake stop calling me David." He hollered at her. "There's only two people that called me David, and that's my mother and Angie."
"Maybe it would do some good if more people started calling you David. Don't you see what you're doing? Dave, this is killing the girls." Trish started to say when Dave erupted.
Dave grabbed one of the lamps and threw it onto the floor. The lamp shattered upon impact. "Don't drag them into this Trish, don't you dare drag them into this. They don't know anything about it and they don't need to know anything about it."
"That's bullshit Dave, you have no idea how many nights they've called me crying because they don't know what's going on with you. You're scaring the hell out of them. Have you sat and thought about how you treated Natalie? How everytime she cried because she was in pain you yelled at her. You didn't soothe her, you didn't hug her, you yelled at her and when she cried because you scared her you yelled more." Trish was now sobbing which upset her because she didn't want him to see her cry. She yelled at him with everything she had, "Your daughters have called me crying because they're scared. They're afraid of you, they're afraid of your temper, and they were afraid of what you would do to Natalie."
Dave tried to interrupt but Trish didn't stop, "When you were at my house, your daughter came to me and cried because all she wanted was her father back. Dave, you're losing your kids, don't you see that?"
Dave sat down on the bed and thought about everything that Trish was saying. She was starting to break through to him.
Brock got worried when the room went silent, he didn't know if he should barge in there or wait.
Trish went and sat down by next to him and held his hand. She faced him and looked into his eyes. She could tell that he was still high, but he seemed to be really thinking about what she was saying.
Dave looked into her eyes and all he seen was the tears streaming down her face. Tears that were caused by him. She loved him so much, and all he ever did was trample all over her heart. Tears began to form in his eyes.
"Dave, you're on your way to losing me. Now maybe that doesn't matter to you, but it matters to me." Trish said through her tears.
Dave pulled her to him and started to cry, "I don't know how it happened. It all got so out of control."
Trish held him, "What do you mean?"
Dave took a breath, "When I moved in with Angie, one of my old buddies lived by her. He was one of the guys I used to do drugs with back when I was younger, and he had moved out there before Angie did. He used to just freelance on the stuff. One night he invited me over and I thought what the hell? It won't hurt." Dave began to cry, "And the next thing I knew I was addicted. I went through AA for my drinking but yet I was doing drugs as soon as I got home from the meetings. No one knew, I hid it from everyone. All I got was praise about how much I had changed and how I turned my life around, but yet the demon had me. Soon I needed more and more. Soon I needed it to function. Yes I used around the kids, but they never seen it. They didn't know."
"Dave, I have to tell you that they have a pretty good idea. They know that you get up and leave in the middle of the night. They know that you keep a lot of cash in your bags. They've snooped through your stuff. Granted they never found your needle, and I thank God for that. But your girls are a lot smarter than you give them credit for." Trish advised him. "One of them even knows that you and Melissa slept together and conceived the baby."
"Aly?" He asked.
Trish nodded. "Dave, I'm going to tell you this only once and you're going to have to make a decision right now. I'm not going to sit around and let this happen. Especially with a baby on the way. I'll stay by your side through the whole thing if you're willing to change. But if not, then I'm gone." She leaned real close to him, and in a stern voice, "And I'll make damn sure that the girls are NOT with you."
Dave hung his head. It was the ultimatum he thought he would never have to hear.
**Well, what's Dave going to decide? Is Trish stupid for staying with him?? Please read and review!! Thanks!!**
ONE WEEK LATER.
Trish had been carefully working on her plan and making sure that she would succeed in making it work. She was scared to death of what the outcome would be, but she knew that in the end, it was what was best.
Trish had left Natalie with her mom for the week and after Raw she immediately flew out to where Smackdown would be held the next night. During the day she did everything she could to stay far away from the hotel and the arena they were all staying at. Brock didn't know any of her specifics, but he was the one supplying her with the details.
Trish sat in the parking lot of the hotel in a black car with darkly tinted windows with all of the lights off, just waiting for Dave to leave. At 12:30 p.m. Dave came out dressed in jeans and a button down shirt and hopped in his car and took off. Trish followed him to a bar. She drove past the bar and doubled back and pulled in the parking lot and seen that he was already inside. She walked inside the bar carefully and seen that Dave's back was facing her. She picked a booth where she could see him and she watched him slam shot after shot. Trish had seen enough, she got up and walked back out to her car and sat there until he left.
Dave left the bar talking on his cell phone. Trish glanced down at her watch and seen that it was 1:15 a.m. and people were flocking out of the bar. She watched Dave get in his car and head out. She carefully followed him to a dark warehouse. There were two other cars parked there. She drove on past him as he parked by them.
Dave parked his car and walked over by the other figures. Trish couldn't sit anywhere around them without seeming too suspicious so she couldn't quite see what exactly was happening with them.
After about 10 minutes, Dave got in his car and left. Trish followed him and he headed back to the hotel. Trish knew what room was his, so she decided now was the time to confront him. She went up a different stairwell and headed up to his room. She went to his door and knocked. But there was no answer. She knocked a little bit louder this time, but there was still no answer. Finally she knocked again a little bit louder when she heard footsteps. The door opened and there was Jenni standing in the doorway, "Trish? What are you doing here?"
Trish felt really bad, she didn't want to have to do this in front of the girls. "Is your dad here?"
Jenni shook her head, "No, he never comes back until later. Usually between 4 and 5. Do you want to come in?"
Trish shook her head, "Not right now, but could I borrow your extra key? But don't tell your dad that I'm here, I want it to be a surprise."
Jenni smiled and nodded she came back with an extra key, "Here ya go. See you later." And she shut the door.
Trish turned and seen someone coming down the hall. She knew that it wasn't Dave so she wasn't too concerned. She squinted and seen that it was Charlie Haas. She waved to him.
He looked down the hall and walked past his room and met her halfway. "Hey Trish, what are you doing here?"
"Well, I came to surprise Dave, but he's not in his room. Have you seen him?" Trish asked him.
Charlie looked around, "Yeah, him and Jamal met up downstairs and headed off to Jamal's room."
"Jamal?" Trish said in a confused tone. "I didn't even know he hung around Jamal."
"He never used to, but lately they've been like the best of friends. They're together more than him and Brock are. But I don't know if that's a good thing." Charlie said in a leery voice.
"What do you mean?" Trish asked concerned. "Please tell me."
Charlie leaned in close, "Well, from what I've heard is that Jamal is very close to getting fired."
Trish gasped, "For what?"
"Suspected drug use. And Dave might be watched too seeing as how him and Jamal have gotten so close. If I were you, I would tell him that he needs to watch how much time he spends with him." Charlie advised her.
"I will, thanks for the tip. What room is Jamal in?" Trish asked.
"347." Charlie replied and pointed her where the room was.
Trish smiled, "Thanks Charlie, I owe you one." And with that she was to Dave's room.
Trish swiped her door key through and rushed into the room. She woke them up. "Girls, get up, I need you to go visit Torrie and Billy." She grabbed the phone and called and woke up Torrie to double check that it was ok. "Girls, please get up."
Aly woke up and she woke up Jenni. Trish hurried them down the hallway. When they arrived at Torrie's door, Trish knocked frantically.
Torrie opened the door and invited them in. As she was closing the door, she looked at Trish, "Be careful."
Trish nodded and went back to Dave's room to wait. She taped a note to the door that said "Went to Torrie's." in Aly's hand-writing and went inside.
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Meanwhile.
Dave got to Jamal's door and knocked three times. Jamal came to the door, "Did you get it?"
Dave nodded, "Yeah I got it, plus some."
Jamal let him in and shut the door behind him. "Man, I have needed this for so long, I've been feenin' like a motherfucker." He said with a laugh.
"Man I hear ya, you should try spending all day with two teenage girls." Dave said putting everything he got on the table.
Dave tossed Jamal three dime-sacks of weed, and a couple of containers with ecstasy in it. "Looks to me like you're going to have a great party tomorrow night." Dave said with a smile.
"Hey man, you know you're invited, but you can't bring your girls." Jamal said with a laugh. He opened one of the dime-sacks and began to roll himself a joint. "I have plenty of other shit already at the house just waiting for tomorrow."
Dave sat at the table and did a couple lines of coke. "Much, much better." Dave said sitting back into the couch. He reached into his pocket. He made a face and checked his other pocket.
"What in the hell are you looking for man?" Jamal asked.
"Shit, I'm going to have to head back to my room, I bought myself an eight- ball (mixture of heroin and crack) but my needle is in my bag. I'll see ya in the morning." Dave said getting up.
"Alright man, catch ya later." Jamal replied lighting up another joint.
Dave left Jamal's room and headed back to his. He seen the note on the door and smiled. He walked in to a completely blackened room. "Sweet silence." He said out loud.
Dave went into his overnight bag and dug around until he found a small leather case. It resembled the type of case that an electric razor came in. He pulled it out and went and sat down on his bed. He was completely unaware that Trish was sitting in the chair in the darkened corner watching his every move.
Dave took off his shirt and tossed it over by his bag. He took out the container that contained the eight-ball and set it on the nightstand. He removed a needle from the case and took out an alcohol swab and cleaned off the needle. Trish's eyes opened wide, she couldn't believe what she was witnessing. She took a deep breath, the moment she would reveal her presence was fast approaching.
Dave took out another alcohol swab and swabbed his arm. He loaded the needle up with the drug and set it down carefully on the nightstand. He tied a sash around his arm as tight as possible and with his other arm he reached for the needle. He grabbed it and just as he was about to inject himself he seen something out of the corner of his eye.
Trish stood up and turned on the lights. She had tears streaming down her face, "Jesus Christ David I figured you were drinking again, but this?" She exclaimed pointing towards the needle.
"Trish wait, how did you get in here?" Dave said to her with a panic in his voice.
"Does it really matter how I got in here? Right now the only thing that matters is that you're strung out on drugs and it's taking it's toll on your family and you're too blind to see it." Trish said sharply to him.
Dave was already high off of the coke that he had snorted in Jamal's room and coke was the one drug that elevated Dave's temper. He got off the bed and stood toe to toe with Trish, "And just what is that supposed to mean?" He shouted at her.
Trish wasn't going to tolerate this. She seen what her mom went through back when her father was an alcoholic, and she wasn't going to back down. "It's the truth and you're too fucking high to see it."
"Don't get smart with me, you think that you're so high and mighty." Dave started to yell back at her but Trish interrupted him.
"You know what David, I'm not going to sit here and argue with you about this." She yelled at him with tears streaming down her face. "I don't think that I'm high and mighty. Dave I love you and I want to help you. Dave, if you don't care about your life, think about what's at stake here."
"Like what?" Dave shot back at her. He had started to come down from his high already. He could feel himself starting to feen for more.
Brock had purposely-changed rooms with someone so his room could be next to Dave's so that way he could hear if things got out of hand. He heard some faint yelling, so he went as close to the wall as possible and began to listen.
"You're job, you're well-being," Trish started to list when he interrupted her.
"What do you mean my job? No one knows a goddamn thing, and it's going to stay that way." Dave shouted at her. "The fewer people you talk to, the less chances of getting into trouble."
"Oh is that how it works? Well let me tell you something, your little druggie buddy is probably not going to be around for too much longer, and if you keep your shit up your ass will be next. You know damn well they'll do a random drug test on you whenever they feel like it." Trish argued with him. "And what about your kids? What about me? Have you even thought about us lately?"
"The kids are fine," Dave started to say when Trish blew up.
"The kids are NOT fine David."
"For god's sake stop calling me David." He hollered at her. "There's only two people that called me David, and that's my mother and Angie."
"Maybe it would do some good if more people started calling you David. Don't you see what you're doing? Dave, this is killing the girls." Trish started to say when Dave erupted.
Dave grabbed one of the lamps and threw it onto the floor. The lamp shattered upon impact. "Don't drag them into this Trish, don't you dare drag them into this. They don't know anything about it and they don't need to know anything about it."
"That's bullshit Dave, you have no idea how many nights they've called me crying because they don't know what's going on with you. You're scaring the hell out of them. Have you sat and thought about how you treated Natalie? How everytime she cried because she was in pain you yelled at her. You didn't soothe her, you didn't hug her, you yelled at her and when she cried because you scared her you yelled more." Trish was now sobbing which upset her because she didn't want him to see her cry. She yelled at him with everything she had, "Your daughters have called me crying because they're scared. They're afraid of you, they're afraid of your temper, and they were afraid of what you would do to Natalie."
Dave tried to interrupt but Trish didn't stop, "When you were at my house, your daughter came to me and cried because all she wanted was her father back. Dave, you're losing your kids, don't you see that?"
Dave sat down on the bed and thought about everything that Trish was saying. She was starting to break through to him.
Brock got worried when the room went silent, he didn't know if he should barge in there or wait.
Trish went and sat down by next to him and held his hand. She faced him and looked into his eyes. She could tell that he was still high, but he seemed to be really thinking about what she was saying.
Dave looked into her eyes and all he seen was the tears streaming down her face. Tears that were caused by him. She loved him so much, and all he ever did was trample all over her heart. Tears began to form in his eyes.
"Dave, you're on your way to losing me. Now maybe that doesn't matter to you, but it matters to me." Trish said through her tears.
Dave pulled her to him and started to cry, "I don't know how it happened. It all got so out of control."
Trish held him, "What do you mean?"
Dave took a breath, "When I moved in with Angie, one of my old buddies lived by her. He was one of the guys I used to do drugs with back when I was younger, and he had moved out there before Angie did. He used to just freelance on the stuff. One night he invited me over and I thought what the hell? It won't hurt." Dave began to cry, "And the next thing I knew I was addicted. I went through AA for my drinking but yet I was doing drugs as soon as I got home from the meetings. No one knew, I hid it from everyone. All I got was praise about how much I had changed and how I turned my life around, but yet the demon had me. Soon I needed more and more. Soon I needed it to function. Yes I used around the kids, but they never seen it. They didn't know."
"Dave, I have to tell you that they have a pretty good idea. They know that you get up and leave in the middle of the night. They know that you keep a lot of cash in your bags. They've snooped through your stuff. Granted they never found your needle, and I thank God for that. But your girls are a lot smarter than you give them credit for." Trish advised him. "One of them even knows that you and Melissa slept together and conceived the baby."
"Aly?" He asked.
Trish nodded. "Dave, I'm going to tell you this only once and you're going to have to make a decision right now. I'm not going to sit around and let this happen. Especially with a baby on the way. I'll stay by your side through the whole thing if you're willing to change. But if not, then I'm gone." She leaned real close to him, and in a stern voice, "And I'll make damn sure that the girls are NOT with you."
Dave hung his head. It was the ultimatum he thought he would never have to hear.
**Well, what's Dave going to decide? Is Trish stupid for staying with him?? Please read and review!! Thanks!!**