Broken Soul (A Kurt Cobain Fanfic)

Welcome Frances Bean Cobain!

Nine months passed quicker than Kurt and I wanted to. Courtney had a baby girl and they named her Frances Bean. Kurt and Courtney had drug tests done due to their drug history and neither came back clean so Child Protective Services took poor little Frances Bean into their custody as quickly as possible. I, of course, was not happy at all to find that Kurt was doing heroin and was furious when I found out that Courtney did it while pregnant with Frances Bean.

"Heroin, Kurt? REALLY!?" I yelled.

"Amy, I haven't been using heavily," he said, trying to defend himself.

"You lost custody of your fucking child for sixty god damn days! It doesn't matter if you took it heavily or not. You took it and you'll see her in two fucking months!" I continue. "Also you're not sleeping in my bed tonight."

"Amy, plea-" I slammed the door cutting him off as I left the room to get to my car and go home.

As soon as I was home I searched all over for any drugs and any medication he or I take. I called Krist and Dave over to help me look for Kurt's heroin and needles. Krist took the basement, Dave took the first floor, and I searched the second floor.

"Dave! Amy! I think I found his heroin and weed!" shouted Krist.

I met Dave at the top of the stairs as we ran down to see how much heroin and weed Kurt really had. There was so much weed I didn't know where to begin. Dave and Krist looked at me to see my face turning a shade of red that looked like a tomato.

"Amy...?" Dave said. I held up my hand to get him to stop talking.

"I want this shit out of my house, I'm going back to London," I say, throwing my hands in the air and walking out. "Lock the house up and bury the key in the flower pot if I'm gone before you two."

I stormed upstairs and started to pack my shit when I heard Kurt's footsteps running up the stairs towards me. The door was thrown open and Kurt stopped in his tracks as he saw me packing my clothes into my suitcase. He stood there staring at me with tears in his eyes.

"A-amy, let's talk about this," he said.

"No! I'm going to London for a while! You can call me when you're clean and Little Bean is back in your custody!" I screamed. "Please, get the fuck out."

Tearing rolled down my face as I packed faster to get out quicker. I didn't care about leaving my house, I knew I could trust Krist and Dave locking up the house for me. Kurt kept trying to put my stuff back where it was when I was grabbing something to put into my bag.

"Kurt fucking stop!" I yelled.

"Not until you unpack and we talk about this!"

"There's nothing to talk about! Krist found all your weed and heroin and I'm disgusted by the amount hidden in my own damn house!"

"I'm sorry! I really am! I hate not having my baby girl to see and to parent and to raise with you."

"Save your bull shit Kurt!" I spat as I placed the heart-shaped box in my suitcase and walked out of the house yelling to the boys to lock up for me.

I drove away and went straight to the airport leaving Kurt there speechless.

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Kurt's POV

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She left. Just like that. Gone, yelling for Krist and Dave to lock the house up for her. Left me in the driveway with nothing more to yell at her to convince her to stay here and help me sober up.

"What the fuck, Kurt? In Amy's house, behind her back, and hiding it in her fucking basement? That's fucked up and I don't blame her for leaving," said Krist.

"I know! Okay? I know I fucked up bad!"

"Bad? This is worse than bad, Kurt. The best damn thing you're ever gonna get or see just walked out because you went behind her damn back and did this," Dave chimed in.

"Whatever. I'm going to my mom's place," I sighed, jumped in my car, and drove to my mom's house.

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Krist's first POV

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He didn't seem to care about losing her. I did. Amy has been like a sister to me since she stole that cigarette and lighter from Kurt on her first day in Aberdeen. She was out there and that's what Kurt liked about her. That kind of girl is damn near impossible to find now. I'd kill to have someone like her.

"Should we call his mom to let her know what's going on?" I asked Dave.

"Yeah!" he yelled back.

We went inside and looked through Amy's little black phone number book until we found Wendy Cobain's home number.

"Hello?" asked Wendy.

"Is this Wendy Cobain?" I asked.

"Yes, who is this? You sound almost like one of Kurt's high school friends," she said.

"It's Krist, I'm calling to tell you that Kurt is on his way to stay a few nights with you. He recently had a baby, CPS took her from him and her mother because of drug use, and that resulted in a huge fight with Amy when she found out the drugs were hidden in her basement," I explained.

"I'll try to talk to him but he is who he is and tell Amy if she wants to talk I'm here for her," said Wendy before hanging up.