Kelly could barely stop her jaw from dropping at the sight in front of her. She crossed her arms across her chest and tried to remove the shock from her face. When Prue had dragged them all into Brenda's old bedroom, she was not expecting to see Dylan and Brenda sleeping together. She watched Dylan slowly remove himself form Brenda, taking the time to stretch his muscles. He sat up on the bed, leaning against the headboard pulling Brenda to his side.
"Alright, enough, Samuel it's not that funny." Kelly snapped at her son, who hadn't stopped his chuckling since they all had burst the room. "Dylan if you'd be so inclined to get up. I need to speak with you about our son… privately please."
Kelly was shocked at how snippy she just sounded. She looked down at the floor in shame, knowing her surprise was coming off as jealously, but she couldn't help it. She had come to terms long ago that just being around Brenda caused her insecurities to flare and make her lash out.
"Anything for you Kel." Dylan smartly responded, while getting off the bed. He turned around and helped Brenda get off the bed, choosing to stand behind her. "But she stays, anything you wanna say to me you can say in front of Bren."
Brenda glanced between the two of them nervously. Dylan reached out and grabbed her hand, but she swatted it away, "Dylan." She warned.
Kelly rolled her eyes and let out a puff of air, trying not to explode. She knew he was baiting her and was not about to loose it and let Dylan win, "Can't you ever take things seriously and be an adult. This is important."
"I'm serious Kel, this is serious business. Now what did you want to talk about? Me and Bren for the thousandth time or wait….hmm…I know. Let's talk about the fact that I found our son stumbling around high as a kite off of pills he said he scored outta your purse." Dylan snapped, loosing his temper walking towards her, "Jesus Kel your still doing drugs? What is this the 90s?"
"Uncle Brandon what are drugs? Can I have some? I'm hungry." Prue asked innocently peaking from behind Brandon. Kelly felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She had forgotten Brandon and Prue were still in the room.
"Um, Mommy can explain what drugs are later." Brandon said laughing nervously, "How about you and I go and get that snack?" He told Prue picking her up and practically running towards the door. "Give you guys some privacy to… talk." He announced before closing the door behind him.
"Dylan, hey relax. That was uncalled for." She heard Brenda say as she watched Brandon leave the room.
Kelly flipped her hair, trying to hide her embarrassment. She hadn't done drugs in a very long time and was very proud of her sobriety. These days she was running a Clean Teen program at school and had confiscated the pills from a struggling student in the program. With all the sudden passing of Jim and all the commotion surrounding the funeral, she had forgotten they were even in her purse. She would have to find a way to explain it to Brandon. He and Prue had darted out of the room so fast he didn't even make eye contact with her.
"Yes it was, thank you Brenda and actually no Dylan, they're not my pills, I confiscated them off of a student the other day. Thanks as always for immediately thinking the worst of me." Kelly pouted.
Dylan rolled his eyes at the gesture. She walked over to her son and took his chin into her hand, forcing him to look at her. "How many did you take Samuel?"
Sammy tried to force his face out of his mother's hand, but she held her grip firmly. "Mom, come on chill out." He said forcing his hand out of her grip, "I only took a couple."
"A couple? You told me you took one." Dylan snapped, walking over and joining Kelly.
Regardless of how he felt about her their son was on the edge of dangerous path and he was not going to let his pride get in the way of helping his boy. "Drinking, popping pills. You're not fine Samuel. To be honest I'm sick of going on like this. We trust you and you keep throwing that back into our faces. Clearly our efforts aren't working Kel, he needs to go to a program, now."
"Rehab? Jesus, Dad relax. I'm fine. Let's just go downstairs." Sam said trying to walk away, but stopped when he realized his parents had literally corned him. He started to feel anxious over the lack of personal space he had. The closer the got to him, the more out of it he felt.
He could feel his feet start to shuffle back in forth, loosing his balance. He gripped the wall behind him trying to find his bearings, but tripped over his feet and knocked his head into the wall.
"Sammy. Oh my God." Kelly gasped, "Dylan! Grab him." Dylan reached out just in time to catch his son before he crumbled to the ground. They both sunk to the floor, Dylan taking the brunt of the fall as Sammy collapsed on top of him.
"Oh my God." He heard Brenda gasp behind him. He couldn't turn around, his eyes were darting across his sons face, trying to figure out what in the world just happened. He pushed his sons hair back and was alarmed at how sweaty his forehead was. He looked over at Kelly who was crying, reaching for Sam's arm and checking his pulse.
"Kel hes burning up." He muttered, patting the sides of his sons face trying to wake him up, "Sam. Samuel come on buddy open your eyes. Come on get up. Kelly call 911"
He slowly rocked back and forth trying to coax Sam awake. Kelly flew across the room to the desk phone and quickly dialed for help.
Thirty seconds ago Sammy seemed to be fine and now he was lying near dead on the floor. Dylan shook his head in disbelief as the tears started to form in his eyes. He thought loosing Mr. Walsh was hard, he didn't know what he was going to do if he lost his son. He clung to Sammy harder and started to weep when he felt someone trying to take Sammy out of his grip.
"No." he snapped looking up and into Brenda's eyes. He pushed her away and clutched Sammy closer.
"Dylan, hey look at me." Brenda said shaking putting her hands on his face and forcing him to look at her. "Baby look at me. It's gonna be okay, look at his chest, he's breathing, but we have to do something to help him. You said he has a fever. Come on, lets get him in the bathroom." Brenda tried to lift Dylan up, but with the weight of him and Sammy she was struggling, "Kel. Help. Help me get him up."
"The paramedics said they were 5 minutes away, they said to try and get it out of his system and try to get him conscious." Kelly said as she picked up Sammy's feet and pulled him towards the bathroom.
The three of them stumbled into the bathroom, somehow able to support Sammy's dead weight. Dylan didn't bother to take off his clothes off and walked fully dressed into the shower. He couldn't even feel the ice water as it hit his skin. He stuck his finger down his sons throat trying to force him to throw up the pills he had taken. He turned his head at the sight of vomit, praying he got it all out of his system in time.
The seconds felt like hours as they all waited for what would happen next. The only sound in the bathroom were Kelly's sobs. They all let out a sigh of relief as Sammy's eyes slowly started to open.
"Ugh." Sammy groaned, trying to get out of Dylan's hold, but was unable to break free. He looked around at the bathroom and locked eyes with Brenda. She looked terrified he looked over at his mother and she had the same stricken expression. He glanced down at the floor and saw it covered in vomit and slowly pieced together what had just happened.
Suddenly he started to cry, "Oh no….oh no. I'm sorry. Oh God, I'm sorry."
"It's okay Sammy." Kelly said turning off the water, trying to push the hair out of her sons eyes, "It's gonna be okay Sammy. Daddy's got you and Mommy's right here. It's okay. Just stay calm okay, help is on the way."
Dylan leaned against the shower wall, trying to catch his breath. He felt like he just ran a marathon. He looked over and locked eyes with Brenda for a moment, trying to see how she was doing in all of this.
Sammy turned around and buried his head into his Father's shoulder still crying.. "I'm sorry." He sobbed against his Father, distracting him from Brenda. "I'm sorry. Please don't send me away. Please don't."
"Shhh." Dylan said looking away from Brenda and focusing back on his son. "Let's not even talk about that okay. Let's make sure you're okay first."
"I'm going to go wait for the ambulance, give you guys some privacy." Brenda announced and quickly left the room. She darted towards the door opening it and closing it quickly behind her.
She let out a deep breath and let the few tears she was holding back fall, leaning against the door. Coming back to Beverly Hills after all this time she expected some drama, but nothing like this. She had no idea things were that out of control with Sammy. She was lost in thought as she walked down the steps and walked towards the kitchen. She didn't know how long they were up there, but glancing around the house it was empty. She pushed open the kitchen doors and saw the gang sitting around, looking at a photo album that her mother had laid out and eating some of the left over food that was still around.
"There she is" Brandon announced as she walked into the kitchen. "See Prue Bear, I told you she would be right down. We were getting worried sis, there was a lot of banging going on upstairs."
"Yeah we all thought you and Kelly got into a cat fight." Steve said making a fake car purr. The whole gang laughed at his lame joke, but Brenda ignored him and walked straight into Brandon's arms hugging him tightly before pulling away.
"You all will never believe what just happened."
Hello faithful readers. Thank you so much for sticking by this story and apologies for not posting sooner. But, OMG Sammy! Is he going to be okay? How do you think the Gang is going to react? What do you guys wanna read more of? Leave me a review and let me know what you think! This story is getting good.