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Trish walked down to Vince's room. She knew that it was pretty early in the morning but she had to tell him. She took a deep breath and knocked.
Vince was already awake and going over some figures. There was some commotion in the hallway earlier that had woken him up. He peered over his glasses at the clock and seen that it was 6:00 a.m. He grabbed his robe and opened the door.
Standing before him was Trish. But he could tell that something was wrong because this wasn't the Trish that normally came to see him. She was standing with her head hanging down and she looked as if she was about to cry.
"Trish," Vince said in his gruff-sounding voice, "Is something wrong?"
Upon hearing the question Trish could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her lip trembled, she knew that she needed to be strong, she took a deep breath, "Sir, I-I-I need to talk to you."
Vince opened the door so she could come in. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some water would be nice." Trish replied softly. She sat down in one of the chairs at the table he was sitting at earlier and tried to not cry.
Vince brought her a bottle of water and cleaned up the table a bit. "Ok, what would you like to talk to me about?"
Trish took a sip of water, "I need to talk to you about David sir."
"Go ahead."
Trish took a deep breath, "I know that Dave just came back off of an injury that put him out for awhile, but he needs to go out on a leave of absence sir."
Vince looked at her, "Why is that? And why isn't he here to talk to me about it?" Vince hated it when people would send others to do their dirty work for them.
"Well, I told him that I would help him by coming to you because Dave isn't well this morning. Sir, I found out over night that Dave has gotten into some things that he shouldn't be into and he needs help." Trish said frankly.
"Like what may I ask." Vince said leaning closer to her.
Trish's bottom lip began to quiver, "Well, I found out that he has been using." Trish started to say when she began to get choked up. "He started dabbling in drugs and he's become addicted."
Vince swallowed hard. "And what kind of drugs is he using? Steroids? Pain killers?"
Trying not to sob Trish began listing, "Marijuana, Cocaine, Some mixture of heroin and crack,"
Vince interrupted her, "Ok, so it's the heavy stuff."
Trish nodded. Just as Vince opened his mouth to continue Trish broke down crying. "Sir, I'm-I'm sorry. I don't mean to cry in front of you, it's just been a really long night and I haven't even told his girls yet and I'm just trying to make sure that all the bases get covered because I told him I would."
"Trish, it's ok to cry. I'm sure this hasn't been easy for you. What is he doing for his addiction?" Vince said trying to make her feel better.
"Well, he's going to Virginia which is where his family lives and go into a facility there. He'll be inpatient and then once it's ok he'll be outpatient." Trish replied. "I don't know a whole lot about this stuff."
"Is he still here? No offense, but I would really like to talk to him." Vince said to her.
"I can check. I have his girls waiting in my car for me." Trish said standing up.
"I'll tell you what, you go ahead and go. If he's not in his room, that's fine. I'll be at Raw if I have any questions, I'll come find you." Vince said. He could see that Trish was having a hard time with this.
Trish nodded, "Thank you sir, I appreciate it. And I'm really sorry about my little breakdown."
Vince smiled and patted her on the back, "It's ok."
Trish walked down to Dave's door and knocked. She heard movement.
Dave heard the knock and about fell out of his chair. He had been sitting at the table with the drugs from Jamal sitting out arguing with himself. He knew that he shouldn't, but he felt so sick. And besides, if he took them, that way he wasn't wasting his money, right? Dave looked up at the ceiling, "Is this some sort of sign?" He opened the door slightly and seen it was Trish, "What are you still doing here?"
"Well, I just came from Vince's room and he said that he would like to see you before you go. The girls are waiting in the car so I can't stay long." Trish said to him.
The nervousness shot through his body. He had to face Vince. "Um, ok, I'll go see him." Dave replied. He felt the shivers run though him. He looked at Trish and his heart sank. He could see that this was really taking a toll on her. He stepped into the hallway and wrapped his arms around her. "I'll call you when I'm done with him, ok?"
Trish nodded, "Ok." She leaned his head on his chest. She tilted her head up and kissed him. "Bye Dave." She said with tears in her eyes. Then she turned and walked out to the parking lot.
When she approached her car she saw that Torrie, Peter (Billy) and Brock were out there chatting with the girls. "Hey guys, sorry it took so long." Trish said throwing her jacket into the trunk of the rental car.
"No problem, we were on our way out when we seen them and thought that we would keep them company." Brock replied.
"Thanks. Are you heading out right away?" Trish asked Brock.
"No, I was walking them out to their car so I could grab my other bag from mine." Brock replied. "Then I was going to grab some breakfast from the restaurant."
"Would you mind if we tagged along?" Trish asked with pleading eyes.
"Of course not. Why would I object to going to breakfast with three beautiful women?" Brock said with a smile.
Jenni and Aly giggled while Trish blushed. "Girls, how about you and Brock go grab a table and I'll meet you down there."
The girls nodded and walked with Brock. As they were walking into the hotel Jenni looked at Aly, "What's going on? I'm confused."
Aly had a pretty good idea but didn't want to say anything until Trish did so she looked at Aly, "I'm sure Trish will explain everything to us when the time is right."
"But where's dad?" Jenni asked. "Or do you think that this is related to everything else?"
Aly didn't say a word but nodded. Brock overheard their conversation but didn't say anything. He knew that Trish hadn't talked to them yet.
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MEANWHILE:
After Dave had talked with Trish, he watched her walk down the hallway to the stairs. This was so hard on her and it was all because of his own weakness. He went back into the room and grabbed all of the various drugs and flushed them down the toilet. "I'm ready to be clean and sober." He said out loud to himself. He knew that the only way to beat the addiction is to have a positive attitude about it. He slipped his slippers on and went down to Vince's room.
He got to his door and took a deep breath and knocked. Vince answered the door and seen Dave. Vince glanced at him and could tell that he wasn't doing good. He reminded him of Eddie Guerrero when he came to him with his drug problem. "Come in." Vince said.
Dave walked in and wasn't quite sure what to say or what to do so he stood there quietly.
"Have a seat." Vince said pointing to the chair. "Now I had a sweet young lady come to see me this morning who is quite worried about you. Why don't you tell me why."
Dave swallowed hard. He took a deep breath, "Sir, she came to you this morning because I got messed up with some drugs and it's out of control and I need to seek help in order to clean myself up sir."
"Tell me something, have you ever gotten into my ring under the influence?" Vince asked him sternly.
"No, no sir." Dave answered quickly. "In our business you need to be at the top of your game. Now I will admit that I have used the day of a match, but I wouldn't use 6 hours before the match."
"But you did right after you got out of the ring didn't you?" Vince asked.
Dave nodded. "Sir, I'm going to be open and honest with you. I got messed up with drugs while I was out on medical leave. I was going to AA and coming home and doing drugs. Angie didn't know, the kids didn't know, Trish didn't know. Before it was just a little here and a little there, and without me even realizing it, I was out of control and so absorbed in it that I didn't even see that it was affecting everyone around me. I want to get cleaned up, I want to be sober again."
Vince liked what he was hearing. Dave wasn't trying to beat around the bush or sugarcoat everything. "Dave, I'm going to grant you the medical leave and you will have a job when you return. However, you're also going to be on probation. Which means I will be doing drug testing a lot more frequent with you. If a test comes back positive you're automatically fired. Got it?"
Dave nodded and held out his hand. "Yes sir I understand and I appreciate it."
Vince shook his hand. "Now I want to ask you one question, and if you don't feel comfortable answering, I understand."
Dave nodded.
"Did you ever use with another wrestler of mine?" Vince asked intently. He knew of another wrestler that he was going to be releasing shortly.
Dave swallowed hard, then nodded. "Sir I can't lie to you. Yes I have used with another wrestler."
"If I say the name will you agree or disagree?" Vince asked.
Dave looked down, he wasn't one to rat out his friends, especially when their job was on the line. But, on the other hand, he should be grateful that Vince wasn't taking his. "Sir, I"
"Say no more, it's ok. I was just curious if it happened to be Jamal or not. Why don't you go and get everything straightened out and call me when you're discharged. But, if you need support or guidance, talk to Eddie. He's more than willing to help out." Vince said standing up and opening the door.
On the way out of Vince's room, as Dave shook Vince's hand and walked past him he quietly said, "Yes sir it was." And headed back to his room.
Vince nodded and shut his door. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trish went somewhere where she could be alone and dialed Angie's number. On the third ring Angie answered, "Hello?"
"Angie, this is Trish. I hope that I didn't wake you up." She said nervously.
"No, I've been up for awhile. What's up?" Angie said nicely.
"Well, I need to talk to you about something important. It involves Dave and the girls."
Immediately Angie perked up, "What happened? Are they ok?"
"The girls are fine, but the main reason why I'm calling is regarding Dave." Trish replied.
"What's going on?"
"Angie, Dave has some things that he needs to get worked out on his own, so I'm going to be taking the girls from him for awhile." Trish said cautiously.
"WHAT?!? Trish, give it to me straight. I trust you with the girls and all, but what the hell is going on? I haven't been able to get Dave to respond to my calls for almost two weeks, the only way that I even know that everyone is ok is when Jenni calls me." Angie started in.
"Ok, I'm going to give it to you straight." Trish said starting to tear up. "Angie, Dave's addicted to drugs. He started doing drugs when he was living with you and he's done them ever since. Angie, the girls suspected something because his temper was getting worse and worse and he was sneaking off in the middle if the night. He never did drugs or drank in front of them though."
"That no-good son of a bitch." Angie exclaimed. "How dare he put them through that. He put me through that years ago and now he goes off and does it again."
Trish didn't know what to say, Angie was on the other end of the line fuming. "Angie, I have no problem taking the girls, I can home school them, I have all of that. That's not a problem. I just wanted to give you a heads up on the situation at hand."
"Trish, are you sure you're ok taking them?" Angie asked. "I'm so sorry that you have to be put in the middle of this."
"It's ok and yes I'm sure it's fine. I'll have them call you later today, ok?" Trish said softly.
"Alright. Thanks, I appreciate your help." Angie said. Trish could hear her ranting as she hung up the phone.
Trish hung up and took a deep breath. The hardest part was yet to come.
**How will the girls react? What role in this will Brock play? What will Trish's family say? Especially since they don't know they're back together? Please continue to read and review!!**
Trish walked down to Vince's room. She knew that it was pretty early in the morning but she had to tell him. She took a deep breath and knocked.
Vince was already awake and going over some figures. There was some commotion in the hallway earlier that had woken him up. He peered over his glasses at the clock and seen that it was 6:00 a.m. He grabbed his robe and opened the door.
Standing before him was Trish. But he could tell that something was wrong because this wasn't the Trish that normally came to see him. She was standing with her head hanging down and she looked as if she was about to cry.
"Trish," Vince said in his gruff-sounding voice, "Is something wrong?"
Upon hearing the question Trish could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her lip trembled, she knew that she needed to be strong, she took a deep breath, "Sir, I-I-I need to talk to you."
Vince opened the door so she could come in. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some water would be nice." Trish replied softly. She sat down in one of the chairs at the table he was sitting at earlier and tried to not cry.
Vince brought her a bottle of water and cleaned up the table a bit. "Ok, what would you like to talk to me about?"
Trish took a sip of water, "I need to talk to you about David sir."
"Go ahead."
Trish took a deep breath, "I know that Dave just came back off of an injury that put him out for awhile, but he needs to go out on a leave of absence sir."
Vince looked at her, "Why is that? And why isn't he here to talk to me about it?" Vince hated it when people would send others to do their dirty work for them.
"Well, I told him that I would help him by coming to you because Dave isn't well this morning. Sir, I found out over night that Dave has gotten into some things that he shouldn't be into and he needs help." Trish said frankly.
"Like what may I ask." Vince said leaning closer to her.
Trish's bottom lip began to quiver, "Well, I found out that he has been using." Trish started to say when she began to get choked up. "He started dabbling in drugs and he's become addicted."
Vince swallowed hard. "And what kind of drugs is he using? Steroids? Pain killers?"
Trying not to sob Trish began listing, "Marijuana, Cocaine, Some mixture of heroin and crack,"
Vince interrupted her, "Ok, so it's the heavy stuff."
Trish nodded. Just as Vince opened his mouth to continue Trish broke down crying. "Sir, I'm-I'm sorry. I don't mean to cry in front of you, it's just been a really long night and I haven't even told his girls yet and I'm just trying to make sure that all the bases get covered because I told him I would."
"Trish, it's ok to cry. I'm sure this hasn't been easy for you. What is he doing for his addiction?" Vince said trying to make her feel better.
"Well, he's going to Virginia which is where his family lives and go into a facility there. He'll be inpatient and then once it's ok he'll be outpatient." Trish replied. "I don't know a whole lot about this stuff."
"Is he still here? No offense, but I would really like to talk to him." Vince said to her.
"I can check. I have his girls waiting in my car for me." Trish said standing up.
"I'll tell you what, you go ahead and go. If he's not in his room, that's fine. I'll be at Raw if I have any questions, I'll come find you." Vince said. He could see that Trish was having a hard time with this.
Trish nodded, "Thank you sir, I appreciate it. And I'm really sorry about my little breakdown."
Vince smiled and patted her on the back, "It's ok."
Trish walked down to Dave's door and knocked. She heard movement.
Dave heard the knock and about fell out of his chair. He had been sitting at the table with the drugs from Jamal sitting out arguing with himself. He knew that he shouldn't, but he felt so sick. And besides, if he took them, that way he wasn't wasting his money, right? Dave looked up at the ceiling, "Is this some sort of sign?" He opened the door slightly and seen it was Trish, "What are you still doing here?"
"Well, I just came from Vince's room and he said that he would like to see you before you go. The girls are waiting in the car so I can't stay long." Trish said to him.
The nervousness shot through his body. He had to face Vince. "Um, ok, I'll go see him." Dave replied. He felt the shivers run though him. He looked at Trish and his heart sank. He could see that this was really taking a toll on her. He stepped into the hallway and wrapped his arms around her. "I'll call you when I'm done with him, ok?"
Trish nodded, "Ok." She leaned his head on his chest. She tilted her head up and kissed him. "Bye Dave." She said with tears in her eyes. Then she turned and walked out to the parking lot.
When she approached her car she saw that Torrie, Peter (Billy) and Brock were out there chatting with the girls. "Hey guys, sorry it took so long." Trish said throwing her jacket into the trunk of the rental car.
"No problem, we were on our way out when we seen them and thought that we would keep them company." Brock replied.
"Thanks. Are you heading out right away?" Trish asked Brock.
"No, I was walking them out to their car so I could grab my other bag from mine." Brock replied. "Then I was going to grab some breakfast from the restaurant."
"Would you mind if we tagged along?" Trish asked with pleading eyes.
"Of course not. Why would I object to going to breakfast with three beautiful women?" Brock said with a smile.
Jenni and Aly giggled while Trish blushed. "Girls, how about you and Brock go grab a table and I'll meet you down there."
The girls nodded and walked with Brock. As they were walking into the hotel Jenni looked at Aly, "What's going on? I'm confused."
Aly had a pretty good idea but didn't want to say anything until Trish did so she looked at Aly, "I'm sure Trish will explain everything to us when the time is right."
"But where's dad?" Jenni asked. "Or do you think that this is related to everything else?"
Aly didn't say a word but nodded. Brock overheard their conversation but didn't say anything. He knew that Trish hadn't talked to them yet.
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MEANWHILE:
After Dave had talked with Trish, he watched her walk down the hallway to the stairs. This was so hard on her and it was all because of his own weakness. He went back into the room and grabbed all of the various drugs and flushed them down the toilet. "I'm ready to be clean and sober." He said out loud to himself. He knew that the only way to beat the addiction is to have a positive attitude about it. He slipped his slippers on and went down to Vince's room.
He got to his door and took a deep breath and knocked. Vince answered the door and seen Dave. Vince glanced at him and could tell that he wasn't doing good. He reminded him of Eddie Guerrero when he came to him with his drug problem. "Come in." Vince said.
Dave walked in and wasn't quite sure what to say or what to do so he stood there quietly.
"Have a seat." Vince said pointing to the chair. "Now I had a sweet young lady come to see me this morning who is quite worried about you. Why don't you tell me why."
Dave swallowed hard. He took a deep breath, "Sir, she came to you this morning because I got messed up with some drugs and it's out of control and I need to seek help in order to clean myself up sir."
"Tell me something, have you ever gotten into my ring under the influence?" Vince asked him sternly.
"No, no sir." Dave answered quickly. "In our business you need to be at the top of your game. Now I will admit that I have used the day of a match, but I wouldn't use 6 hours before the match."
"But you did right after you got out of the ring didn't you?" Vince asked.
Dave nodded. "Sir, I'm going to be open and honest with you. I got messed up with drugs while I was out on medical leave. I was going to AA and coming home and doing drugs. Angie didn't know, the kids didn't know, Trish didn't know. Before it was just a little here and a little there, and without me even realizing it, I was out of control and so absorbed in it that I didn't even see that it was affecting everyone around me. I want to get cleaned up, I want to be sober again."
Vince liked what he was hearing. Dave wasn't trying to beat around the bush or sugarcoat everything. "Dave, I'm going to grant you the medical leave and you will have a job when you return. However, you're also going to be on probation. Which means I will be doing drug testing a lot more frequent with you. If a test comes back positive you're automatically fired. Got it?"
Dave nodded and held out his hand. "Yes sir I understand and I appreciate it."
Vince shook his hand. "Now I want to ask you one question, and if you don't feel comfortable answering, I understand."
Dave nodded.
"Did you ever use with another wrestler of mine?" Vince asked intently. He knew of another wrestler that he was going to be releasing shortly.
Dave swallowed hard, then nodded. "Sir I can't lie to you. Yes I have used with another wrestler."
"If I say the name will you agree or disagree?" Vince asked.
Dave looked down, he wasn't one to rat out his friends, especially when their job was on the line. But, on the other hand, he should be grateful that Vince wasn't taking his. "Sir, I"
"Say no more, it's ok. I was just curious if it happened to be Jamal or not. Why don't you go and get everything straightened out and call me when you're discharged. But, if you need support or guidance, talk to Eddie. He's more than willing to help out." Vince said standing up and opening the door.
On the way out of Vince's room, as Dave shook Vince's hand and walked past him he quietly said, "Yes sir it was." And headed back to his room.
Vince nodded and shut his door. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Trish went somewhere where she could be alone and dialed Angie's number. On the third ring Angie answered, "Hello?"
"Angie, this is Trish. I hope that I didn't wake you up." She said nervously.
"No, I've been up for awhile. What's up?" Angie said nicely.
"Well, I need to talk to you about something important. It involves Dave and the girls."
Immediately Angie perked up, "What happened? Are they ok?"
"The girls are fine, but the main reason why I'm calling is regarding Dave." Trish replied.
"What's going on?"
"Angie, Dave has some things that he needs to get worked out on his own, so I'm going to be taking the girls from him for awhile." Trish said cautiously.
"WHAT?!? Trish, give it to me straight. I trust you with the girls and all, but what the hell is going on? I haven't been able to get Dave to respond to my calls for almost two weeks, the only way that I even know that everyone is ok is when Jenni calls me." Angie started in.
"Ok, I'm going to give it to you straight." Trish said starting to tear up. "Angie, Dave's addicted to drugs. He started doing drugs when he was living with you and he's done them ever since. Angie, the girls suspected something because his temper was getting worse and worse and he was sneaking off in the middle if the night. He never did drugs or drank in front of them though."
"That no-good son of a bitch." Angie exclaimed. "How dare he put them through that. He put me through that years ago and now he goes off and does it again."
Trish didn't know what to say, Angie was on the other end of the line fuming. "Angie, I have no problem taking the girls, I can home school them, I have all of that. That's not a problem. I just wanted to give you a heads up on the situation at hand."
"Trish, are you sure you're ok taking them?" Angie asked. "I'm so sorry that you have to be put in the middle of this."
"It's ok and yes I'm sure it's fine. I'll have them call you later today, ok?" Trish said softly.
"Alright. Thanks, I appreciate your help." Angie said. Trish could hear her ranting as she hung up the phone.
Trish hung up and took a deep breath. The hardest part was yet to come.
**How will the girls react? What role in this will Brock play? What will Trish's family say? Especially since they don't know they're back together? Please continue to read and review!!**