Broken Soul (A Kurt Cobain Fanfic)

August In London

I walked into my house in London, went straight to my bedroom to sit my suitcases in there, and left to go to the liquor store. Red wine, vodka, and whiskey, that's what I went looking for. Something to moderately drown my sorrows for leaving Kurt when he needed me. But Krist and Dave will help him, right?

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Kurt's POV 

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She should be in London by now. The girl I love, left because I was making a huge mistake with the drugs. I watched Dave and Krist take all my drugs, burn the heroin, and pour the weed down the drainage opening. 

"Guys, how mad was she when she found those?" I asked.

"In the heat of the moment she probably didn't care if you dropped dead. She walked out telling us to get rid of it all because it shouldn't have been in her house in the first place. Kurt, she didn't sign up for this when you two got together. I mean, heavy drugs?" Krist explained.

"In her  basement nonetheless," Dave chimed in.

"I know I fucked up! Okay? She has every right to be pissed but I can't lose her!" I yelled. "I love her! I should have asked her to help me!"

"Kurt, go to rehab," Krist told me.

"If you want Amy to stay with you and help raise Frances and start her own family with you, I suggest you go and never contact Courtney again," said Dave.

I agreed because I couldn't lose mine and Amy's future with each other. She's one of the only good things going on for me in my life. The guilt was setting in as Krist walked me into the rehabilitation center to check myself in. If Amy saw me doing this she would probably sob in Krist's arms because she'd know that she wouldn't see me for a month or so.

"If you see that Amy's home before I'm out, tell her I'm here and not to visit. I'll come straight home once they let me out," I say just before the nurse led me to a door.

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Amy's POV

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I sat on my couch drinking the wine straight from the bottle, unable to control my drinking due to how upset I was at the fact he hid drugs in my house. When I first smoked weed with him, I didn't care that he did that. But, I care that he's doing heroin, something that could so easily kill him, especially with the needles. The needles could cause infection and too much of the heroin could kill him right where he was standing.

"Fuck this," I slurred as I grabbed my phone to call Kurt. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. 

"What the fuck?" I mumbled as I called Krist.

"Hello?" said Krist.

"Why isn't Kurt picking up his phone?" I asked, practically screaming.

"Amy, honey, he's in rehab," Krist explained.

I almost dropped my phone from the shock and being too shit-faced to know what to say. The guilt of leaving him in America hit me like a knife to the stomach. I left him to go to rehab and he couldn't tell me that he was going to get professional help.

"Amy, are you okay?" Krist asked.

"No, I feel bad. I didn't even say that I love him!" I sobbed.

"He knows. If you come back soon, he said that he promises to come straight home after his release from the center." 

"T-t-thanks for t-t-telling me," I stutter. I hung up before he could say anything else.

Tears flowed down my face like a river as I fell to my knees in shock. I started to scream just because I was so unable to handle what I was just told. My body was shaking and I couldn't breathe. I needed to go home.

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Kurt's POV

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They took my clothes and gave me a white shirt and grey pants. I was told that no one that wasn't related to me could visit me which meant no Krist, no Dave, and no Amy. A social worker for Frances Bean came by to see me and make sure I was sober. I was, obviously because they would find drugs here.

"Hello, my name is Emily. I am Frances Bean Cobain's social worker, are you Kurt Cobain?" said the social worker.

"Yeah, I am. Why are you here?" I asked

"I'm here to make sure you're sober," she answered.

"They'd find the fucking drugs if we had any. I haven't even been here a day and I've watched three people go into withdrawal, okay? This is where addicts go to die and I was doing fine," I snapped.

"Mr. Cobain, I want Frances to be safe in her home or homes. Are you and her mother together?" asked Emily.

"Hell no, she's a crazy bitch who shouldn't even be a mother. My girlfriend is scared of her. The bitch tried to baby trap me with Frances. I wanted nothing to do with her at first but now I want full custody."

"I see, Mr. Cobain. Has she even done anything to hurt you?" 

"YES! She forced that damn needle in my arm and did heroin at the beginning of her pregnancy," I said.

"I'll see what I can do when you get out of here. You did good for Frances by getting help," said Emily as she left.

I smiled as she left when she said that I was doing good for my little bean. Amy would be proud too but I doubt that she knows that I'm here. My roommate Nick was laying on his bed when I came back to take a nap.

"Hey, you're the lead singer for Nirvana!" he said.

"Hey man, nice to meet you," I replied trying to get to my bed for a well earned nap.

"How did you end up here?" he asked. "Also, congrats on the baby."

"Thanks. I lost custody of her when the doctors saw me put a heroin needle in my arm with Courtney. My girlfriend is furious that I also hid the drugs in her house so she went to the UK and she doesn't know I'm here," I explained.

"Damn. How'd she react when she found them?"

"Krist and Dave said that when Krist found them she looked like she didn't care if I dropped dead she was so pissed."

"Damn."

"Yeah. Now she can't visit me and I doubt she knows I'm here," I murmur as I start my nap.

Some time later a guy who was our nurse barged into mine and Nick's room with two cups and a note with my name on it.

"Kurt and Nick, I need you two to piss in these cups, I unfortunately have to watch and Kurt, this is for you. From a girl named Amy Becker," 

I grabbed the cup, pulled my dick out, pissed in that cup as quickly as I could so I could read Amy's note to me. The nurse and Nick looked at me as if I was crazy but I didn't care. Mine and Nick's drug tests were clean so the nurse left without another word.

Kurt, 

I know you're here in rehab and I just wanted to say I'm sorry for how I reacted but you and I both know that my response was appropriate for the moment. I tried calling your phone and when you didn't answer I called Krist. He told me that you're in rehab and that you promised to come straight home after your release from the center.

I love you, Amy.

"That your girlfriend's note to you?" asked Nick.

"Yeah," I replied with a smile.