Disclaimer: All X-Men characters involved in the movie, comic, and books belong to Marvel, except that a couple of new characters that are in my story, are mine, including Logan's estranged daughter, her best friend Charlie, Sonja, Veronika, Michael, Tom, and other new characters who are not in the X-Men movie and comics. I don't own the brand of Tommy Girl, Whiskey. Plus, Logan does remember his daughter, it just that he is in denial. He hates himself for leaving her and even though he couldn't remember things that happened after Stryker experimented on him, he still has memories of Dru.

I am trying to re-write every chapter that I hate. Looking back on my writing skills, I have improved over the years. I went from amateur writer to now a professional writer and I thank all my reviewers for being there for me. Thanks to all.

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Chapter 9- Stroll Down Hell Lane

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Managing to get Pyro, Rogue, and Bobby into the back seat, Dru situated herself in the passenger's seat, leaving Charlie, who usually took a cab home to drive the car. "I am sorry to be getting in on your space, Charlie. I will make it up to you, I swear," answered Dru, hating to intrude on Charlie's domain. It was still a bit awkward between the two of them after what had happened a few years back, but having seen Charlie brought back not only the wonderful memories of their friendship, but the dark ones as well.

"Not a problem, we just need to get your friend a towel, a water bottle, and someone to hold her hair, while she become acquainted with the Toilet God," teased Charlie as he started the car. It took a bit of grunting from the car, but it managed to awake from its small slumber, and drove onto the highway, heading towards his loft. During the twenty minutes of traveling back to his place, Charlie and Dru managed to have a decent conversation, treading slowly around things they wanted to leave be. They never did like to talk about the small hiatus of their friendship but felt it made it stronger and better. It seemed as if they had never been away from each other, the way they talked of good ole' days, the group in the back listening to their stories.

It wasn't until they arrived at Charlie's loft and helped to get Rogue situated in the living room, that Pyro questioned the friendship of Charlie and Dru's. He wondered whether this Charlie fellow knew about Dru's 'special' talents and if he would be a liability to him and the others. "Were the two of you former lovers," he questioned, just a tinge of jealousy inserted into the question.

Having almost choked on her glass of water, Dru sputtered and gasped, as Charlie patted her back, blush tinging his cheekbones. Seconds passed before an answer could be heard from her lips, and even then it was on a strained note. "No! God, you almost killed me with that question. Charlie and I are friends, just that. Good, confidential, and a bit of times crazy pair, but lovers we are not."

If Pyro had seen Charlie's expression, he would have gotten another answer to his question. Quickly, Charlie composed himself, his emotions disappearing from his face as he gave his answer as he fixed himself a coke and Pepsi mixture, no alcohol in it, "Sorry, but Dru and I are the best of friends. Nothing more, nothing less."

Still not satisfied with the answer, but not wanting to push any further, Pyro went to nursing his beer. After that, things lulled a bit as Rogue became friends with the Toilet God, Bobby being the one to hold her hair. Once the silence became too much, Dru excused herself to go to the open kitchen, Charlie having appointed himself bartender for the night. "How are you with your sobriety," she whispered, settling herself kitchen top. Mentally he counted in his head, trying to get the exact number, before he gave her a small smile. "Going on a year and a few months now." It was hard work and it seemed to Dru that Charlie was keeping up the good fight.

"Well, if you are not drinking, then I will do the same, starting now. How about you rustle up an non-alcoholic Virgin Margarita," she asked, fluttering her eyelashes at him, smiling her little crooked smile at him. Even there were things about herself she didn't like, the first being her crooked smile, but to Charlie he had classified the smile as one of 'unique substance', whatever that meant. "One Virgin Margarita, coming right up."

The small space between Charlie and Dru started to get closer and closer, their friendship being picked up where it left off that night. As she sipped and savored over her drink, they swapped stories and updates of what they were up to. It was when they started on their memories of living together, that a subject they had once wanted to forget came up. "I haven't drank as much after what happened." Dru commented to Charlie as she set her drink down, wiping her mouth with her sleeve.

"Since what happened," asked Rogue, having now given enough homage to the Toilet God. Her nose was a bit red, due to the drinking, but her complexion was slowly coming back to its normal state of color. Bobby and Pyro stood behind Rogue, the three wanting to join the two after seeing the party had moved to the kitchen.

"Why don't I go out and get us something to eat? You can be the one to tell them." It was an uncomfortable subject as it was and it still pained Charlie to talk about it, leaving Dru the one to answer their question. The three turned to look at Dru after Charlie left to get food, all waiting for her to answer them.

Finding it better lay down the cards of Charlie and her friendship with him, as well as a few others things, she situated herself on the living room couch, a better setting for her story. Twisting and turning the bottle of water in her hands, concentrating her whole mind on it, Dru managed to get herself in a state of revealing the sordid past.

"Are you going to tell us what you meant in the kitchen or not," Pyro asked, making himself comfortable on the floor. Rogue and Bobby made themselves at home on the adjoining sofa, Rogue resting herself against Bobby's chest, all curious to know what her cryptic answer meant.

"Well, I don't know how to start it." It was true. How could you really start on a subject that had not bode well for her and Charlie? Something she hadn't shared with anyone and was between two people. Something that had changed Charlie and Dru, especially when it came to trust. How could one start something like that?

"How about, 'Once upon a time...'"

Smiling at Pyro's comment, Dru took a deep breath, trying desperately to calm her nerves. God, she couldn't believe she could get emotional after all this time. It had been too long and yet it felt like the wounds were still fresh. "Alright, once upon a time..."

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Once upon a time, Charlie had a drinking problem. He had been an alcoholic after his mother and him moved to Boston. Whenever he managed to drink himself stupid, did things that he would really regret the next day. No one hated his drinking as much as Dru and she had tried everything to get him help. Even with the help, Charlie continued to relapse and continue to hurt their friendship.

Finally, the drinking had caused enough damage to rip and shred the remainder of the friendship they had. Never could Dru have suspected to be killed by Charlie. Charlie, someone she had come to trust and care about. Her family, her true family, and yet her own family, Charlie, had killed her. Invited to a party held at one of Charlie's drinking buddies loft, Charlie managed to drink himself into another stupor. This was the last straw, Dru thought as she tried to get Charlie to leave the party early.

"Charlie, let's get out of here," she pleaded to him as they argued out on the balcony. She hated making confrontations in front of people and opted for the balcony as the best solution.

"No! We just got here, Dru. You can go home, but I am staying here and I am going to have a good time," he answered, slurring each word, his breath stinking of alcohol. There were the periods of when Charlie was sober and it had been the best times of her life, but when he morphed into Party Charlie, she just wanted to get away from him. Even when she tried to, she just couldn't leave Charlie to his own demons.

"Charlie, come on, you had enough to drink. Please, I am begging you, let's just go," she begged this time, trying to rip the beer from his hand.

Never had Charlie gotten violent with her when he became drunk, though it could have been the extra beers he had or his mere lack of judgement, but tonight Charlie became violent with her. Growling and cursing at her, Charlie swung at her, his fist colliding with her jaw. The force and strength he had put behind the punch managed not only to fracture her jaw, but send her backwards towards the balcony railing.

A scream tore from Dru as she tried to stop herself from going over the railing, but it seemed Fate had others things in store for her. Her fingers grasp for something to hold onto but it had been too late. Towards the solid pavement, her body went, and the with it, their friendship as well.

Screams erupted from the partygoers, those having seen the horrible display. Charlie sobered up at just the wrong moment to realize what he had done, scrambling down the stairs to get from the fifth floor to the ground street. "What have I done," he repeated to himself all the way towards the ground street, finally able to see his consequences laying in a heap on the ground.

The pain had been great, though not enough to kill Dru. God, how she had wanted to be dead at the moment. This would have been just the opportunity to show Charlie how his actions affected others, but never could she imagine she would be on the ground, broken in many places. All she remembered or cared to remember was someone named Joanna, calling the ambulance and afterwards the police. Everyone who was at the party stopped what they were doing and either went down to see the body or vamoose out of there.

"Dru, Dru, I am so sorry," he blubbered, his eyes taking assessment of the damage he had done.

Dru didn't even want to think how she looked to him, but she could definitely feel it. Wincing, Dru knew she could regenerate and live from this, but to the public she needed to appear as if she was in grave pain, which she was.

"Charlie, this hurts so much," she strained, blood staining her teeth, the taste of the coppery substance filling her mouth.

With his sleeve, Charlie managed to wipe the blood from her mouth, tears staining his face. "Please forgive me Dru. Don't leave me. I can't survive without you." This was something that would be hard to explain to Charlie, having kept her secret from him, but for now she needed him to think she was dying from this. If he only knew.

"Why, Charlie," she questioned, her eyes brimming with tears. The pain was too much. God, it hurt like a bitch, but she tried to hold onto her consciousness. She needed it or the fear of revealing herself to the onlookers and the medical personnel would endanger her even more. As the pair of EMT's pushed themselves through the throng's of onlookers, they assessed the situation. Dru groaned in pain, wheezing, and gasping for her next breath. Charlie's fingers tightened around her broken hand, trying to comfort and hurt her at the same time.

"Please sir, move to the side. We have to get her to the hospital quickly," a younger EMT ordered. It took the threat of being arrested for interfering in medical assistance before Charlie stepped away from her, laying a kiss on her forehead as he whispered, "Don't leave me, Dru," into her ear.

With as much care to Dru and her condition, the EMT's transported her onto the gurney, making her curse and gasp every once in a while. They started to evaluate her, asking as many questions as she was able to give them. From the snatches of conversation between the two EMT's, it was lucky she had even survived the injuries she had sustained from the fall and even luckier if she were to survive the ride to the hospital. Quickly, they transported her into the back of the ambulance vehicle, Charlie trailing behind them. "Dru let me come with you!" Charlie begged, stopping the EMT's from fully putting her into the vehicle.

Even as bone stuck out from her skin, limbs scratched and scrapped, and blood seeping from every possible orifice of her, Dru managed to smile and with difficulty caress his cheek. "Don't worry Charlie, I--ll be--fine," she groaned, having difficulty to say those words.

As the EMT's placed Dru into the ambulance and locked the doors, Dru strained to see the police handcuffing Charlie, his face devoid of any emotion other than sorrow and despair.

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It wasn't until tears slid down her cheeks, that Dru realized she was crying.

"You okay." Pyro asked, standing up to go and comfort her.

"Yeah, let me go on with the story." Dru wiped the tears from her eyes, noticing her mascara was running. She didn't care.

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It had taken everything Dru had to force herself not to regenerate in front of the physicians and to go through the excruciating pain of surgery without anesthesia. The doctors had been one hundred percent against it but she had fought back. If they wouldn't do it without the anesthesia, then they should have left her for dead on the pavement. After much going back and forth over whether it was morally and medically right, they let up, giving her what she wanted. Form and waivers were signed before they prepped her for surgery and during it, she had felt every bit of pain as they reset each bone and did what they could for the shattered bones.

The multiples surgeries had gone longer than expected, with her screaming her head off the whole way, but never agreeing to the anesthesia even when they offered it again and again throughout the whole ordeal. In her mind, she needed to feel the pain, feel everything, feel what Charlie and her own actions had done to bring them to this.

Three days passed and in that time, officers had arrived to get her statement and if she wanted to press charges. She didn't give them an answer; instead, she asked if she could give her statement and her answer once she was released from the hospital. For now, she asked the officers to keep Charlie in jail to help sober him up a bit more. Finally, the doctors released her after seeing she was improving bit by bit. Prescribing medication for her pain and to keep in for another check up within a week's time, they released Dru. Once she was twenty minutes away from the hospital, she let her body regenerate and get back to her normal state of health. Though her body was healed, her mind was still recovering from the event, and never did she imagine it would ever be in its healthy state again.

Afterwards, she went straight to the police station where she finally gave her answer. Dru had no intention of pressing charges against Charlie. Though there was hate for him and for what he had done to her, ultimately she knew he had to face his drinking problem, one way or another.

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"Why didn't you press charges against the bastard for what he did to you!"

A glance at Pyro gave her confirmation that she wasn't telling this story to herself. There was actually another being here to listen and comment on this heart-wrenching story of what made Charlie and Dru's friendship. Finally, it had been told to another person, to people who had their strong opinions on the matter. From her jean's pocket, Dru withdrew a carton of cigarettes, pulling one out and lighting it. It seemed to be a long drawn out silence as she smoked and drew from the cigarette, before she glanced towards the group again.

"Well," Pyro asked, anxious to know her answer. How could she even think to let a man like Charlie get away with pushing her. Didn't she have any sense or was it the hormones in a female that made her put up with men's shit? Either way, Pyro could not understand why she didn't turn the dirt bag in.

Taking another draw of her cigarette, she contemplated his comment before giving him her answer, "He could have pushed me off the balcony a thousand times and a thousand times I would forgive him for it. It's different for him and I. To me, it was a way for him to realize that his drinking was affecting people around him, especially the girl who had been his friend since preschool."

Confusion crossed Pyro's face and he couldn't wrap his mind around her statement. In his mind, she consented to being knocked around and letting the guy get away with it. Bobby as well felt the same while, Rogue, on the other hand managed to understand what Dru was talking about.

"That doesn't make any sense to me. It sounds as if you like to be slapped around and you would let this guy get away from it," he commented, shaking his head.

"You have it all wrong, John. No, I don't like being slapped around and I never was slapped around by Charlie." Another drag of her cigarette and it seemed to help bay the anger that started to rise up in her. "It doesn't have to make sense to you, but it perfectly makes sense to me."

Rogue managed to speak up, her voice a bit groggy from spewing her stomach contents into the toilet, tried to smooth over the confrontation that would ensue. "What she means is, that she made an example of herself. Of how Charlie's drinking could bring dire consequences and it did. He thought he killed his best friend, right Dru?"

Confirmation of her statement, Dru nodded, seeing that at least one person knew where she was coming from. "Yes, that's right, darling. He thought he killed me, never did I tell him what I was until I came down to the station to see him." She started to get goose bumps from the memory of seeing Charlie in jail.

"Alright, goon with your story, but we are still going back to the subject of consenting to be killed. Alright," Pyro asked, fiddling with his lighter, trying to keep his many questions contained. There was much to learn about what made up the fabrics of Dru's life. He wondered what else there was to know about Dru and what this Charlie fellow had to do with her.

"Okay," she answered taking another drag of her smoke before continuing with her story.

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After arriving at the police station, Dru requested to be taken to the holding cell to visit Charlie. Three days Charlie had stayed in the cell, never knowing whether Dru had lived or died through the accident. Every day, he had asked on the update of Dru O'Hara and the officer never revealed anything, thus feeding the imagination of his, thinking horrible and sorrowful thoughts about his friend. When Dru entered into the cell, he was the only one in it, and he was crying into his hands. Through his cries, he asked God to bring Dru back to him and never did he realize someone was in the room with him, until she cleared her throat.

His face shot up, disbelief in his eyes, before belated joy replaced it. Leaping from the bench, he ran to her, wanting to embrace her with everything he had in him. Instead, she kept her hands to her side and stepped away from his clutching arms. "Dru! Is that really you? How is it possible? I thought you were dead, but you came back to me. We can talk all of this over a drink," he answered in a rush, taking her by the hand towards the cell door. He called for an officer to let him and her out, but the officer looked toward Dru for her approval.

"Does he need to ask you to let us out? Well, then hurry up and tell him, so we can go. Man, I am starving, are you," he asked, feeling as if pushing her off a balcony was normal routine.

"No, Charlie," Dru answered somberly. Wrapping her arms around herself, she kept her eyes on the wall over his shoulder, never looking him in the eye.

"Then, we can get drinks. Why aren't you looking at me," he asked, a frown marring his complexion. "Dru?" He stepped towards her, trying to get her to look at him. Right away, he knew something was not right.

"No, drinks, Charlie. No more." Her eyes fluttered towards him, showing the pain hiding behind them. This would have been the opportune moment to cry and beg him to get help, but begging didn't work. Begging had gotten them to this situation, had put her in the hospital, put Charlie in jail. No, she wouldn't do begging anymore. Begging was out of the question now.

"What do you mean "no"," he questioned, his hand coming up to chin, clasping her, and forcing her to look him in the eye.

"No as in, we are not going to talk this over. No, I am not hungry, and furthermore we will not discuss this over a drink," she yelled out, the tears finally spilling over, the tears sliding down her cheeks. Catching them with his fingers, he wiped him away, the gesture making her cry even more. God, this was hard, but she had to do it. The faster this was done with, the faster they both could recover. She just wondered how long it would take to recover.

"Don't cry, honey. Come on, you are in the right state of mind. Now let's get out of here and go somewhere nice and quiet to talk," he whispered, leaning forward to give her a kiss on the cheek, but she pulled away, shaking her head over and over. Why was she doing this? Why was she making a huge deal out of something that wasn't. She was alright and she looked fine to him. Why was she making this so difficult?

"I am in the right state of mind, Charlie, but you are not! I am dropping the charges against you, but you need help Charlie."

Charlie blinked in surprise at her outburst, but gave her a reassuring smile. "You don't mean that, Dru. If you love me, then you will forgive me and talk this over." This wasn't happening. This was just another one of his horrible dreams after drinking too much. He would wake up and she would be next to him, giving him an aspirin and glass of water. They would try and laugh off the event and have breakfast around the corner from their apartment. No harm, no foul.

"I do care for you, Charlie, but I am so sick and tired of this Charlie. I am tired of the excuses and the empty promises you are going to make. I just cannot forgive you, it hurts too much to even be around you and your drinking. I will tell the guard to keep you in here for another day because you are becoming belligerent after I leave." That would give her enough time to pack her things and leave Charlie for a while. While in the hospital, Dru had made up her mind to leave Charlie to travel for a bit and give him time to get his own life together. No more could she step in and make it all better, he had to do it now.

"Why would you do that!" This wasn't a dream and this was a horrible nightmare. A nightmare made into reality. One that made Charlie take Dru by the shoulders and shake some sense into her. "Tell me!"

"Because I'm moving out," she yelled back, not caring if she was making a scene in front of the officer now. At least the officer knew when to step back and let the guy have it. He knew when a guy was getting his just dessert and he was being served cheesecake and ice cream.

Maybe without Dru in his life, Charlie would give up his drinking. If he saw that his drinking was driving her away, he would finally get help and stick to it. "What do you mean you're moving out!" Charlie spat out.

"It's means what is means that I am moving out! I can't take your drinking anymore Charlie. I have tried to help you, but in doing that, I have gotten hurt more by you then I thought I could ever take."

"That's bullshit and you know it! I don't drink that much and you're making it sound like I drink like a fish!"

"No, it's not! You keep trying to make excuses for your drinking. I have tried to help you out, but now I might as well let you drink yourself to death; but not with me to help you out! When you pass out from drinking, who do you think is going to be there to give you a ride home? Not me! Who will be there to lift the toilet seat when you start throwing up? Not me!" Now she knew people were going to be listening in. Frankly, she didn't give a damn.

"I am not making excuses for my drinking because I have no problems with drinking. I can stop whenever I want."

"Yes, you are, and I think if I leave to let you deal with your drinking habits then we can become friends again, but now I cannot be your friend just to watch you drink yourself into a grave." There she said what she had to say and now she could let him think about her words.

"Please, let's just get out of here and we can talk it over. My treat." Charlie went to grab her hand but she pulled away from him, not wanting any contact. If his touch could inflict pain, then she would be recovering from so many wounds.

"You don't get it, do you? All you think about is getting your needs, look what it did to me? Look at what it has done to our friendship! I didn't want it to be like this, but if this is the only way to get your attention then so be it. If you don't get help, then you will never see me again. That's a promise I can follow through."

Seeing this was her time to leave, Dru headed towards the cell door. She had done it, but she felt as if a part of her was being torn from her body. It hurt like hell and it would be a while before the pain started to falter, but it had to be done. As she headed for the door, Charlie intercepted her grabbing ahold of her arm as he tried desperately to hug her tightly to him. To him, he felt if he let her go, she would disappear and he would be left to his solitary existent.

"I'm sorry, please Dru, don't leave. I can't do this on my own, I need your help so much. I don't think I can do this without you beside me, telling me that we can get through this," he answered, tears falling down his own cheeks as well. It would take a while for him to clear his senses and question the mortality of his best friend, but all he thought about at the moment was the thought of being alone. Alone to his own horrible, nagging thoughts. Alone in an apartment that he would no longer share with his best friend. Alone. That scared the hell out of him, more than it should have.

After trying to keep her nurturing side out of the confrontations, she couldn't keep it once she saw him break down. She rubbed his back and whispered soothing words to him. "I'm sorry too, Charlie, but I can't stay. It hurts too much to see you like this. Yes, you can do this by yourself. You are going to have to do this on your own. I've been there to help pick up the pieces, but now, I won't and can't do that anymore. Once the dust settles I'll explain everything, I promise. I will tell you everything, but now I have to go," she explained, pushing away from him, giving him a small smile.

The door opened, giving her the chance to put it into a better light for Charlie. She was leaving this place, he wasn't. Their apartment would be empty of her things and his wouldn't. He needed to pick himself up from his hole, but she wouldn't be there to take the brunt of his drinking. Everything happened for a reason and the reason was enough to let things go.

"Please Dru, don't leave me."

"Until you get help for your drinking then you won't see me for a while. I need to clear my head for a bit. If you do get help, then I might consider renewing our friendship. Until then, we're nothing to each other."

Exiting the door, she turned to take his hands in hers through the cell, having to leave him like this. This shouldn't have unraveled like this, but it did. In its own way, it was a bit funny. Not funny ha-ha, but funny in the way of seeing another's pain. They both liked to dish it out and it seemed for the longest time Dru had taken his pain, but no more. Now, Charlie was left to clean up the mess.

"His bail is set at fifteen-hundred and he will be arraigned for public intoxication. With his record, he could get community service and partake in Alcoholic Anoymous meetings along with it," the officer informed her as she kissed Charlie good-bye, promising to keep in touch.

"Alright, I'll pay the bail as soon as I get my things together. Thanks for the help, Officer Morris," she answered, his name displayed on his badge. She would never forget Officer Morris for what he done, even if he thought his involvement didn't mean a thing.

"No, problem. Anything to help out a relationship, but if you ask me, don't get back into that relationship. It will steer you down a road some people never recover from," he commented, opening the door to let her exit out of the station. Kids these days and relationships. Always staying with them out of fear of being alone.

It seems the man was right. There would be the fear of being alone and the fear of never knowing what path they or just one would take. She wondered if Charlie would be able to recover from the road he had taken. For her, it seemed she was already heading down a road, one with no end in sight. She hoped she would make it out of there alive, but no one never knew for sure until that very end of the road.

This couldn't be it, Charlie thought as he ran to the opening of the cell window, his eyes discerning a female walking towards a motorcycle. He could pick her out of a massive crowd as he called for her. "Dru! Please, can't we talk this over!" No, this was a nightmare, a horrible reality nightmare. It was true. This dream was real and everything that was happening was for real. He couldn't breathe, this couldn't be it. No, he was imagining things. That's it, but no. He was fooling himself. "Dru," he called out again, managing to catch her attention.

Forever would her expression become imprinted into his brain. Everything he had done to her and to himself all lay within the coutours of her face. Her expression screamed of failure, betrayal, torture, every horrendous thing a person could inflict upon themselves and others shown through her facial expressions.

Just a few minutes of staring back into his face and Dru turned away from him, settling herself onto the Indian Chief®, roaring the motorcycle to life. If she glanced at him again, she knew she wouldn't be able to do this. No, she had to be strong and she did all the way to the apartment before breaking down once more. It was hard not to keep her feelings under wraps in a loft where Charlie and her used be roommatesm, but now it was just for Charlie. His own place where he could reflect on his problem. She packed her things, which wasn't a lot. A few articles of clothings, the rest she found it to be easily replaced. One thing she couldn't leave behind was her money, hidden away from Charlie's view or his drunken hands.

After Charlie had started drinking, he would mooch Dru for money whenever she got her paycheck from working part-time as a library assistant. Always she would tell him she had spent it for the rent or food, but in reality, she had been saving her money in case she needed to leave in a hurry.

Well, it seems she needed the money now, more than ever to get her out of Boston. As she gave a last count of her savings totaling to a measly twenty-nine hundred dollars, she started to plan out her next course of action. The first on her list was to pay for Charlie's bail, the rest of the money went towards a plane ticket to Europe. She had always wanted to travel through Europe, but had put the dream aside after arriving in Boston to come to live with Charlie. First, leaving home to find her father; instead, she found herself abandoning the search to settle into Charlie's life in Boston as his roommate. Living with Charlie and keeping them both afloat had kept her from even pursuing the idea venturing Europe, but with Charlie getting sober and help on his own, there was nothing to keep her from acting on the dream.

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A/N: And that is the end of Chapter Nine. I am re-writing any chapter that I feel needs to be updated or tweaked in large quantities. I am happy to be writing again and will keep updating the new chapter of Dru soon.