Missing the Consequences
What would happen if Seth had not participated in Kirsten's intervention? Would it have taken more serious consequences to get the message across to her?
Sandy Cohen watched his wife with unease as she gulped down yet another shot of Vodka from the mini bar. Watching her staggering away into the crowd, he took a slight wonder as to when this had started…when had his dear caring, loving, and in control wife had allowed herself to be consumed with alcohol. Thinking that it may have been the time his ex-girlfriend, Rebecca Bloom returned in his life, Sandy couldn't help but feel guilt creep over his heart…but moping was no going to solve the problem…and Kirsten's alcohol consumption was a real and true problem.
It wasn't that he hadn't tried, he had, he had found Kirsten a competent and friendly looking Rehab center…they had even staged an intervention…painful words had been exchanged. But Kirsten had refused to admit her problem, and simply refused any help. The doctor had been adamant that Kirsten be forced into Rehab against her will, but Sandy himself had given into his wife at that moment, and had told the Doctor that he will keep trying but would not admit his wife into Rehab until she was ready, which she obviously was not.
Glancing to the other side of the room, Sandy saw his two sons, Seth and Ryan staring sadly at their own mother as she stumbled through the crowd, earning gasps and further gossip starters for the Newport Crowd. Ryan hadn't spoken to Kirsten since the intervention two days ago, when Kirsten had sharply stated Ryan's position in the house. Heck, he had hardly spoken to Sandy…though Sandy had made sure that Ryan understood his true position as their son and Seth's brother right afterwards, the words had still stung. As for Seth, Sandy was not sure what his son was feeling exactly. After hearing of the intervention, Seth had simply refused to join in, and he didn't. As much as he was displeased at Seth's refusal to accept the problem in their family, Sandy could hardly blame him. Sandy himself had once thought he could get Kirsten's drinking under control…this wasn't their family, they weren't that family Seth had said, this wasn't his wife, but it was.
As he sighted Kirsten once again at the bar, about to take another drink, Sandy could not take it anymore. Walking up to her, he grabbed her hand with the glass and roughly pulled it away from her lips.
"I think that's quite enough, the boys are watching," he quietly stated to Kirsten, but the alcohol had already fogged her mind, and she fought back.
"Leave me alone!" she sharply growled to him, pulling her hand away from his grip.
"No, I cannot. Not for this family's sake! You're drunk Kirsten," retorted Sandy, grabbing her hand into his again, "you have a problem, now just stop and I will take you home," he continued, trying his best to keep his voice to a minimum volume.
"I'm NOT DRUNK!" yelled Kirsten, catching everyone's attention. Out of the corner of his eye, Sandy could catch Ryan and Seth quickly diverting their eyes to the ground, wishing for a hole to bury themselves into.
"Come on Kirsten, let's go," Sandy said, ignoring her outburst and pulling her away to the car, "Seth, Ryan," he yelled to the boys as they obediently tailed behind.
"Let go, LET ME GO!" Kirsten cried suddenly, pulling herself away from him. "Go back to your girlfriend!" she slurred, tears falling down her cheeks. Sandy felt as if his cheeks had been physically slapped, and he hoped to God that it was only the alcohol talking…but he knew that it wasn't. Rebecca had had more of an impact on Kirsten and their marriage than he had imagined. When she returned into his life, Sandy had helped her simply as a friend, nothing else. Little did he know that he would feel attachments, he was over her, that was for sure, but it didn't stop the curiosity of what may have been. The kiss they shared, it confirmed his feelings for Kirsten, for he had felt nothing, but Kirsten did not know that. And then Carter had been, and their marriage seemed to just fall apart.
"Mom, mom, what are you doing? No, let Dad drive!" arose Seth's panicked voice, waking Sandy up from his thoughts to find Kirsten getting into the driver's seat of their BMW, his two sons now trying their best to unbuckle themselves from their seats to detour Kirsten from the driver's seat.
"Sandy!" yelled Ryan as the engine started up with a roar…Sandy silently cursed himself for leaving the keys in the car and leaped as fast as he could to the driver car door, but it was too late. With a loud screech, Kirsten had taken off leaving a flabbergasted Sandy in the dust watching as Seth struggled back into the car only just managing to slam the door shut before the BMW unsteadily hit the road.
