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Dave started packing up his things and the girls' things. He went to grab his wallet and realized that it wasn't there. Dave groaned and leaned his head against the wall. "Now how can I go in there quickly, get my wallet and leave without starting anything?" He asked himself. He knew that he couldn't send anyone else in there due to the fact that Jamal had been smoking weed in there and all of the paraphernalia that would be lying around.
Dave stood up and took a deep breath. He would have to be the one to go in there. He knew that he was already itching for more, and walking in that room would send him over the edge so he had to be careful. He walked out and headed down the hall to Jamal's room.
Just as he was about to knock on the door he heard a voice behind him, "What are you doing?"
Dave jumped and turned around quickly and found himself face to face with Trish. "I..uh.I forgot my wallet in there. So I have to get it before I can go." Dave replied.
Trish looked at Dave. He was so shaky that she could see it in his hands. And the way that Dave was fumbling with things showed just how edgy he was. "Dave, maybe you going in there is not such a great idea right now. Why don't you have someone else get it for you" She suggested but it triggered Dave's edgy temper.
Dave backed her up against the wall, he was toe to toe with her. Trish wasn't sure what was going to happen so she braced herself, "I think that I'm fully capable of GOING INTO A ROOM and grabbing my wallet and turning around and LEAVING. I don't forsee that being much of a problem." Dave shouted at her.
"Keep it down before you wake everyone up. I just don't think that it's a good idea if you go in there." Trish argued back at him loudly.
"I think that maybe you should let me make my own decisions." Dave shot back quickly.
Trish glared at him, "I already told you this once but I'll tell you one more time and you had better make DAMN SURE that you not only hear me, but that you listen to me." Trish took a deep breath and pushed him so he wasn't in her face anymore. She could see the shocked look come across Dave's face. "I am willing to stand by your side through this, but I'm not going to be treated like an idiot. If you're willing to get help, I'm there. But if you go behind my back and get high, even one time, I'm gone. I love you, but I refuse to live like that. Do you understand?"
Dave looked at her stunned. Apparently she didn't need any help standing up to him. He looked back at her, "Yes I understand. But now you need to trust me that I can go in there and come back out without doing anything."
Trish looked down at the floor, then looked him in the eyes, "I trust you, I trust your heart, but I've seen a lot of my family and friends go through addiction." Trish paused for a moment and then quietly added, "And it's the addiction that I don't trust."
Dave knew that his roller coaster temper had been taking a toll on Trish and everyone around him. He knew that he had to have the strength to do this, to prove to her that yes he was willing to change. He was willing to change to save their relationship and to save his family.
Trish reached out and took his hand, "Do you want me to stay with you?"
Dave shook his head, "No, no I can do this. But thank you."
"Then I'll meet you at your room to get the girls' stuff and we'll go from there." Trish said to him.
"I don't want you to tell the girls anything until I'm not around. I'll go get them from Torrie's and then I'll meet you at my room." Dave said to her.
Trish nodded, "I understand." And she turned and headed down the hall.
Dave took a deep breath and knocked on Jamal's door with their secret knock. Jamal answered the door with a big smile, "Dude, I'm so glad you came back. You forgot some of your shit here."
Dave laughed, "Yeah, I forgot my wallet here."
"Nah man, I'm talkin' about how you left some of your shit here." Jamal said pointing to various drugs that Dave had forgotten about.
"Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that." Dave said feeling his body quiver. His body wanted the drugs so bad he could practically taste it.
"Dude, I got some good news for ya also." Jamal said lighting up a joint and passing it to Dave.
Dave started to reach for it out of habit but then shook his head no, "The girls are up already, I've got to just grab my shit and go."
"Speaking of your girls, I got your ass a sitter so that way you can come to my party." Jamal said to him with a smile. "And let me tell you, I've got some fine lookin' honeys that you will love to spend the night with if you know what I'm sayin'"
"Man you know that I'm with Trish." Dave started to object when Jamal cut him off.
"What she don't know, won't hurt her. Besides, once you try "X" for the first time, you won't wanna wait for her to come around." Jamal said to him laughing. "Sometimes, you just gotta play the game."
"I'll tell you what. If I don't have to help my folks out with something tomorrow night, I'll come over to your party. Otherwise, I'll catch up with ya on Friday." Dave said. He didn't feel good and he wanted to get out of there.
Jamal smirked, "Alright man, I hear ya. But if you ain't got shit to do than you'd better holla at me."
"Don't worry man, I've heard stories about your parties." Dave said heading towards the door.
"I'll holla at ya later." Jamal said raising his fist in the air at him.
"Alright, see ya." Dave said slipping out of the room. Once he was outside of the room he leaned against the hallway wall and did some deep breathing. He quickly went back to his room and shut the door. Trish was sitting in there on the bed.
"Dave, are you alright?" Trish asked concerned.
"Um.yeah. Why do you ask?" Dave asked nervously.
"Because you are white as a ghost, you're dripping with sweat, you're shaking and." Trish said but Dave cut her off.
"I'll be right back." Dave said rushing to the bathroom. He shut the door and dropped to his knees and emptied his stomach.
Trish could hear him puking. "Dave, do you want me to get you some water?" She asked cautiously.
"That would be nice." Dave said weakly through the door.
Trish grabbed him a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and brought it in to him.
Dave took a small drink and rinsed his mouth out and then took a long drink. "Trish, I've changed my mind, I can't go see the girls like this. Why don't you take their stuff and then go pick them up?"
Trish rubbed Dave's back, "I can do that, not a problem. What happened in there?"
Dave took another long drink and through away the empty bottle, "I went in there and everywhere I turned there was something drug related. He offered me a joint and I said that I couldn't because the girls were awake already. I started feening really bad and I knew that I had to get out of there so I left as quick as I could without seeming suspicious."
Trish kneeled down and held him. She knew that this had to be hard on him not only physically but emotionally too. "Dave, I know that this is really hard, and I want you to know that I'm proud of you for standing up to this. But I do have to ask you something."
"What?"
"What all were you using?" Trish asked him nervously.
Dave sighed, "Well, cocaine and eight-balls mostly, but I would smoke a joint or two with Jamal every night. The coke I was able to do in bathrooms and anywhere that I needed to if I felt myself slipping, so that was the main thing, but the eight-balls were only at night and early in the morning. And whenever I could get away somewhere that wasn't too close to the girls."
Trish couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Ok, I don't know a whole lot about drugs, so what is an eight ball?" Trish said trying not to sound stupid.
"An eightball is a mixture of heroin and crack." Dave answered softly.
Trish was stunned. She didn't know what to say. She just nodded and mumbled "ok."
Dave leaned on her and kissed her on the top of her head. "Why don't you start doing what you need to do and I'm going to get myself cleaned up and on my way to Virginia."
Trish nodded and got up and kissed him one last time. "Dave, make sure you at least give me someway of getting ahold of you in case Missy goes into labor. She only has 6 weeks left."
Dave nodded, "I will."
Trish walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the girls' bags. She set the extra room key on the dresser and walked down to Torrie's room and knocked.
Torrie answered the door, "Welcome back."
Trish smiled, "Thanks, are the girls up yet?"
Torrie nodded, "Yeah, they're watching cartoons with Peter. Come in."
Trish walked in, "Hey girls!"
Jenni and Aly both snapped their heads to Trish's voice. "What happened?" Aly asked.
"We'll talk about it in a little bit. What I need from you two is to get dressed and meet me at Brock's room." Trish said setting down their bags.
Both girls got up and did as they were told. They didn't know what was going on and didn't want to stir things up.
Trish looked at Torrie, "Thanks for taking them tonight, I'm really glad that they weren't there."
"No problem at all Trish, I'm glad that we could help." Torrie said squeezing her shoulder. "Girl you look like you've been through hell and back." Torrie said as Trish was walking out.
"You know," Trish said to Torrie, "I have. Thanks again." And she turned and walked down to Brock's room.
When she got there she knocked on the door lightly in case he had fallen asleep. Brock came to the door quickly, "Hey."
Trish walked past him and sat down on the bed and began to cry. There was no holding back, she was all out sobbing.
Brock was a little taken aback, but went to her side and held her. "Do you want to talk about it yet?"
Trish nodded, "Yeah, I need to practice on someone because I told him that I would break the news to everyone."
"Alright, I'm whoever you need me to be." Brock said to her warmly.
"Well, I just want to get everything out once and then I'll be ok." Trish said. She stood up and paced back and forth a little. She took a deep breath, "Well, we all know that Dave has been acting a little different lately. I got him to tell me that he's been drinking again, and he's been using drugs. When they ask what drugs, then I have to tell them, weed, cocaine, and something called an eight-ball which is a mixture of heroin and crack."
"Holy shit, he's been using all of that and no one has caught on?" Brock exclaimed. Then realized how insensitive that must have sounded. "Trish, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It's just."
"Shocking? Yeah I know. But, that's why he's so sick. So he's going to go in for treatment." Trish started to finish but there was a knock on Brock's door.
"I'll get that, you go wash up." Brock said pointing her to the bathroom.
Brock let the girls in and Trish came out, "Alright girls, here are my car keys, you guys go load your stuff into the trunk and wait for me in the car. I have to make a quick stop and I'll be right out." Trish said to them.
The girls nodded and headed out to the parking lot.
**Well, how will things go with telling Vince? What did Dave do with the drugs he took from Jamal's room? Please continue to read and review and sharing your thoughts and ideas with me. Thanks!!**
Dave started packing up his things and the girls' things. He went to grab his wallet and realized that it wasn't there. Dave groaned and leaned his head against the wall. "Now how can I go in there quickly, get my wallet and leave without starting anything?" He asked himself. He knew that he couldn't send anyone else in there due to the fact that Jamal had been smoking weed in there and all of the paraphernalia that would be lying around.
Dave stood up and took a deep breath. He would have to be the one to go in there. He knew that he was already itching for more, and walking in that room would send him over the edge so he had to be careful. He walked out and headed down the hall to Jamal's room.
Just as he was about to knock on the door he heard a voice behind him, "What are you doing?"
Dave jumped and turned around quickly and found himself face to face with Trish. "I..uh.I forgot my wallet in there. So I have to get it before I can go." Dave replied.
Trish looked at Dave. He was so shaky that she could see it in his hands. And the way that Dave was fumbling with things showed just how edgy he was. "Dave, maybe you going in there is not such a great idea right now. Why don't you have someone else get it for you" She suggested but it triggered Dave's edgy temper.
Dave backed her up against the wall, he was toe to toe with her. Trish wasn't sure what was going to happen so she braced herself, "I think that I'm fully capable of GOING INTO A ROOM and grabbing my wallet and turning around and LEAVING. I don't forsee that being much of a problem." Dave shouted at her.
"Keep it down before you wake everyone up. I just don't think that it's a good idea if you go in there." Trish argued back at him loudly.
"I think that maybe you should let me make my own decisions." Dave shot back quickly.
Trish glared at him, "I already told you this once but I'll tell you one more time and you had better make DAMN SURE that you not only hear me, but that you listen to me." Trish took a deep breath and pushed him so he wasn't in her face anymore. She could see the shocked look come across Dave's face. "I am willing to stand by your side through this, but I'm not going to be treated like an idiot. If you're willing to get help, I'm there. But if you go behind my back and get high, even one time, I'm gone. I love you, but I refuse to live like that. Do you understand?"
Dave looked at her stunned. Apparently she didn't need any help standing up to him. He looked back at her, "Yes I understand. But now you need to trust me that I can go in there and come back out without doing anything."
Trish looked down at the floor, then looked him in the eyes, "I trust you, I trust your heart, but I've seen a lot of my family and friends go through addiction." Trish paused for a moment and then quietly added, "And it's the addiction that I don't trust."
Dave knew that his roller coaster temper had been taking a toll on Trish and everyone around him. He knew that he had to have the strength to do this, to prove to her that yes he was willing to change. He was willing to change to save their relationship and to save his family.
Trish reached out and took his hand, "Do you want me to stay with you?"
Dave shook his head, "No, no I can do this. But thank you."
"Then I'll meet you at your room to get the girls' stuff and we'll go from there." Trish said to him.
"I don't want you to tell the girls anything until I'm not around. I'll go get them from Torrie's and then I'll meet you at my room." Dave said to her.
Trish nodded, "I understand." And she turned and headed down the hall.
Dave took a deep breath and knocked on Jamal's door with their secret knock. Jamal answered the door with a big smile, "Dude, I'm so glad you came back. You forgot some of your shit here."
Dave laughed, "Yeah, I forgot my wallet here."
"Nah man, I'm talkin' about how you left some of your shit here." Jamal said pointing to various drugs that Dave had forgotten about.
"Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that." Dave said feeling his body quiver. His body wanted the drugs so bad he could practically taste it.
"Dude, I got some good news for ya also." Jamal said lighting up a joint and passing it to Dave.
Dave started to reach for it out of habit but then shook his head no, "The girls are up already, I've got to just grab my shit and go."
"Speaking of your girls, I got your ass a sitter so that way you can come to my party." Jamal said to him with a smile. "And let me tell you, I've got some fine lookin' honeys that you will love to spend the night with if you know what I'm sayin'"
"Man you know that I'm with Trish." Dave started to object when Jamal cut him off.
"What she don't know, won't hurt her. Besides, once you try "X" for the first time, you won't wanna wait for her to come around." Jamal said to him laughing. "Sometimes, you just gotta play the game."
"I'll tell you what. If I don't have to help my folks out with something tomorrow night, I'll come over to your party. Otherwise, I'll catch up with ya on Friday." Dave said. He didn't feel good and he wanted to get out of there.
Jamal smirked, "Alright man, I hear ya. But if you ain't got shit to do than you'd better holla at me."
"Don't worry man, I've heard stories about your parties." Dave said heading towards the door.
"I'll holla at ya later." Jamal said raising his fist in the air at him.
"Alright, see ya." Dave said slipping out of the room. Once he was outside of the room he leaned against the hallway wall and did some deep breathing. He quickly went back to his room and shut the door. Trish was sitting in there on the bed.
"Dave, are you alright?" Trish asked concerned.
"Um.yeah. Why do you ask?" Dave asked nervously.
"Because you are white as a ghost, you're dripping with sweat, you're shaking and." Trish said but Dave cut her off.
"I'll be right back." Dave said rushing to the bathroom. He shut the door and dropped to his knees and emptied his stomach.
Trish could hear him puking. "Dave, do you want me to get you some water?" She asked cautiously.
"That would be nice." Dave said weakly through the door.
Trish grabbed him a bottle of water out of the mini fridge and brought it in to him.
Dave took a small drink and rinsed his mouth out and then took a long drink. "Trish, I've changed my mind, I can't go see the girls like this. Why don't you take their stuff and then go pick them up?"
Trish rubbed Dave's back, "I can do that, not a problem. What happened in there?"
Dave took another long drink and through away the empty bottle, "I went in there and everywhere I turned there was something drug related. He offered me a joint and I said that I couldn't because the girls were awake already. I started feening really bad and I knew that I had to get out of there so I left as quick as I could without seeming suspicious."
Trish kneeled down and held him. She knew that this had to be hard on him not only physically but emotionally too. "Dave, I know that this is really hard, and I want you to know that I'm proud of you for standing up to this. But I do have to ask you something."
"What?"
"What all were you using?" Trish asked him nervously.
Dave sighed, "Well, cocaine and eight-balls mostly, but I would smoke a joint or two with Jamal every night. The coke I was able to do in bathrooms and anywhere that I needed to if I felt myself slipping, so that was the main thing, but the eight-balls were only at night and early in the morning. And whenever I could get away somewhere that wasn't too close to the girls."
Trish couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Ok, I don't know a whole lot about drugs, so what is an eight ball?" Trish said trying not to sound stupid.
"An eightball is a mixture of heroin and crack." Dave answered softly.
Trish was stunned. She didn't know what to say. She just nodded and mumbled "ok."
Dave leaned on her and kissed her on the top of her head. "Why don't you start doing what you need to do and I'm going to get myself cleaned up and on my way to Virginia."
Trish nodded and got up and kissed him one last time. "Dave, make sure you at least give me someway of getting ahold of you in case Missy goes into labor. She only has 6 weeks left."
Dave nodded, "I will."
Trish walked out of the bathroom and grabbed the girls' bags. She set the extra room key on the dresser and walked down to Torrie's room and knocked.
Torrie answered the door, "Welcome back."
Trish smiled, "Thanks, are the girls up yet?"
Torrie nodded, "Yeah, they're watching cartoons with Peter. Come in."
Trish walked in, "Hey girls!"
Jenni and Aly both snapped their heads to Trish's voice. "What happened?" Aly asked.
"We'll talk about it in a little bit. What I need from you two is to get dressed and meet me at Brock's room." Trish said setting down their bags.
Both girls got up and did as they were told. They didn't know what was going on and didn't want to stir things up.
Trish looked at Torrie, "Thanks for taking them tonight, I'm really glad that they weren't there."
"No problem at all Trish, I'm glad that we could help." Torrie said squeezing her shoulder. "Girl you look like you've been through hell and back." Torrie said as Trish was walking out.
"You know," Trish said to Torrie, "I have. Thanks again." And she turned and walked down to Brock's room.
When she got there she knocked on the door lightly in case he had fallen asleep. Brock came to the door quickly, "Hey."
Trish walked past him and sat down on the bed and began to cry. There was no holding back, she was all out sobbing.
Brock was a little taken aback, but went to her side and held her. "Do you want to talk about it yet?"
Trish nodded, "Yeah, I need to practice on someone because I told him that I would break the news to everyone."
"Alright, I'm whoever you need me to be." Brock said to her warmly.
"Well, I just want to get everything out once and then I'll be ok." Trish said. She stood up and paced back and forth a little. She took a deep breath, "Well, we all know that Dave has been acting a little different lately. I got him to tell me that he's been drinking again, and he's been using drugs. When they ask what drugs, then I have to tell them, weed, cocaine, and something called an eight-ball which is a mixture of heroin and crack."
"Holy shit, he's been using all of that and no one has caught on?" Brock exclaimed. Then realized how insensitive that must have sounded. "Trish, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. It's just."
"Shocking? Yeah I know. But, that's why he's so sick. So he's going to go in for treatment." Trish started to finish but there was a knock on Brock's door.
"I'll get that, you go wash up." Brock said pointing her to the bathroom.
Brock let the girls in and Trish came out, "Alright girls, here are my car keys, you guys go load your stuff into the trunk and wait for me in the car. I have to make a quick stop and I'll be right out." Trish said to them.
The girls nodded and headed out to the parking lot.
**Well, how will things go with telling Vince? What did Dave do with the drugs he took from Jamal's room? Please continue to read and review and sharing your thoughts and ideas with me. Thanks!!**