A Brief Heart To Heart Talk or Two
"I can't believe how drunk you are!" Tabitha snapped as she dragged her mother down the hall. "Do you have any idea how irresponsible that was? And poor Mr. McCoy! You threw up all over him!"
"I didn't mean too," Samantha hiccuped.
"You never mean to," Tabitha groaned. "That's the problem!"
"I needed something, I was upset," Samantha explained.
"Well I've been a little upset as well but you don't see me getting drunk now do you?"
"Tabby…" Samantha's eyes teared up. "You know why I'm letting Xavier take guardianship of you right?"
"Yeah Mom I know," Tabitha sighed as she led her mother into the guestroom. "I heard Dad got out of jail again. At least I know he won't be stupid enough to come here!"
"It's not just to protect you," Samantha sobbed. "I can't keep doing this anymore! I need help!"
"Well that's why I talked to the Professor about sending you to rehab," Tabitha told her. "It's okay mom, Xavier and the others will take good care of me. And I've got my friends here so it's going to be all right. You just worry about getting better, okay?"
"But it isn't fair!" Samantha screamed.
"Mom you know this is for the best," Tabitha sighed. "You can't just take care of me now. For instance, I'm the one who's supposed to be saying that! Not you! Mom? Are you paying attention to me? Great she's passed out."
Tabitha placed her mother on the bed and left the room. Althea was out there as well. "Parents are so weird," Althea sighed.
"Tell me about it," Tabitha sighed. "How's Shipwreck?"
"He'll be alright. Didn't even get singed this time," Althea said. "Hey is it true that your mom's signing over custody of you to Xavier? That's tough."
"Actually in a way it's a relief," Tabitha sighed. "At least with Xavier I know my father can't hurt me anymore. And my mom's a real mess. She's had an even more screwed up past than I do."
"Yeah well my old man's been on a few benders himself," Althea told her.
"Did your father ever do drugs when he was a kid?" Tabitha asked.
"Hell no," Althea whistled.
"Yeah well, my mom's a good person. She's just…out of control. As much as I hate to admit it, I need some kind of stable home life."
"So you're living here?" Althea raised an eyebrow.
"Hey I used to live with the boys when they were the Brotherhood," Tabitha countered. "Not exactly rock solid either over there."
"So we're both a couple of mutant weirdoes with divorced insane parents that are drunks and act like kids," Althea quipped. "Living in a house that's more like an insane asylum. Between us, Rogue and Wanda we should form a club."
"We'll certainly have a lot to talk about at our meetings," Tabitha grinned, knowing she found an ally.