The Dirt (Mötley Crüe/Nirvana)(au)

Chapter Eleven

Mick was having trouble dealing with his daughter and grandson. He loved them to death, but it was hard. Jesse was an easy kid, especially when cartoons were on. Jesse loved the Ninja Turtles. That was one cartoon that Mick actually enjoyed watching with the little boy. Jesse's favorite turtle was Michelangelo, and Mick's was Raphael.

Mick helped a lot when it came to taking care of Jesse. Tish was having a lot of trouble taking care of her son. It wasn't because Jesse was a handful, it was because she emotionally couldn't handle much. She was in bed a lot, and she would lay there and cry for hours. She hated crying, but it seemed that was all she could ever do.

After almost a month of constant crying, Tish just couldn't take it anymore. She was tired of her emotions. Instead of reaching out for help though, she did the one thing she promised herself she'd never do. She turned to drugs; the shit she had given up when she found out she was pregnant with Jesse. She had promised herself, Jesse, and Kurt that she wouldn't ever go back to drugs, but she couldn't help herself.

She needed a release, something that would help her stop feeling, even if it was just for five minutes. She hadn't done any hard shit in almost three years, so it felt stronger than it had been when she had last used anything. She accidentally used more than she should've, but luckily it wasn't enough to put her in the hospital. The most that happened was she passed out and didn't wake up for hours.

Mick had found her, and he knew right away what had happened. He wanted to go through all of her stuff and flush everything, but he knew he couldn't. He had to trust her, and he wanted her to trust him. He waited until she woke up, and once she she was awake, he decided to have a chat with her.

"Your using?" He questioned, but it was more of a statement.

Tish didn't say anything, she simply laid in her bed looking pale and sickly. She reminded him of Nikki when Nikki got really bad on the shit. She was just lucky enough not to overdose on the shit.

"You have any idea how I felt when I came in here and found your ass passed out on the fucking floor?" He questioned,"Did you even spare a second to think about what would've happened if Jesse found you like this?!"

"I'm sorry Dad, I'm just going through some shit right now, and I'm not good at handling my emotions." She said, causing him to scoff.

"Okay, so you're not good with emotions, but neither am I. I love you, and I don't want to see you to end up like fucking Nikki because you decided you needed drugs more than you wanted to talk to your family and maybe work on your emotions." He almost snapped, and she frowned.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I—shit, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She murmured, making him frown.

"I want to believe you, but I know how addictive this shit is," He ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation,"I need to watch you flush this shit, and prove to me that you mean; that you're done." He said, and she nodded.

Shakily, the girl stood up and went over to her nightstand. She unlocked it and pulled out the beat up jewelery box she and Kurt had been using for years. She opened the jewelery box, and Mick was able to finally peer inside and see what all she had in the box. His heart dropped to his stomach when he seen just what she had hidden inside of the box. There was weed, pills that didn't have any label, coke, and heroin. She and Kurt had been hiding this shit from him, shit that proved they were as bad off as Nikki and the rest of them had been.

"Tish..." He trailed off, shock evident in his voice, as well as sadness.

"I know, I'm sorry," She said,"but I promise this is the first time I've used any of this since I got pregnant with Jesse. I promise, I haven't used it until now."

"Keep it that way," Mick replied,"and dump that shit in the toilet, all of it, even the weed."

Mick watched as Tish dumped at least a grand worth of drugs into the toilet and flushed it.

"Where are the needles?" He asked, making her sigh.

"In the nightstand. They're all in a fabric bag, so they wouldn't easily poke through if they got uncapped." She replied, and he nodded.

Mick went to the nightstand and grabbed the bag. Once he had the bag, he handed it to Tish. She carried the bag out to the garbage can in the kitchen. She wrapped the fabric bag inside of two plastic bags, before dropping it into the garbage can. Tish felt like little pieces of her heart was being ripped out, not because she was tossing all of her drugs, but because she was throwing away something that was a big part of Kurt's life, even if it wasn't exactly a good thing.

"Don't let me find this shit in my house again." Mick stated, and Tish silently nodded.

Tish knew that he was just trying to help her, but she hated disappointing her father. She knew he loved her, and that's why it hurt so much to see him upset with her. She hoped that he didn't hate her for this, even though she was only caught using once. She hoped he wouldn't lose his trust in her completely. She also hoped that he wouldn't try and take Jesse from her for her stupid moment of weakness. She wouldn't blame him if he did, she'd understand why he did it, but that didn't mean she wouldn't be upset forever if he did...