The Crüe (AU)(SPN/The Dirt Crossover)

Chapter Twenty Five - Episode

Vince wasn't doing any better, but he wanted Scarlet to have time to grieve. He wasn't exactly distancing himself, but he wasn't forcing the girl to stay with him. The problem was, she hated being alone, so she and Vince took turns sleeping over at the other's house. Even if it wasn't conventional, it seemed to help them feel like at least one person was there for them.

Scarlet hadn't heard anything from Nikki, and by this point, she truly believed that he had given up the idea of being clean. She hadn't heard a word about him even trying, and that destroyed her even more. She had hoped that he would get clean for her, but it seemed she didn't matter as much to him as she thought, and that made her heart ache even more.

So much time had passed, and she still hadn't found a way to go home to her brothers. She just wanted to go home. She didn't want to be here anymore. She didn't want to leave Vince, or Nikki, or Tommy, or Mick, but she really missed her brothers. She missed them so bad, and the heartbreak she was feeling from the loss of Skylar, and the heartache Nikki was causing her was making her miss her brothers more than ever.

Vince had gone out for a bit, leaving her in her house alone. It wasn't the same as it use to be, and that scared her. She hated change. She hated being alone. She hated crying. She hated not being able to control anything in her life. She felt scared, heartbroken, and angry all at once. She was pissed, and nothing was making her feel better. She almost went back to the white powder that was hidden in the nightstand in Tommy's old room.

After that thought ran through her head, she became livid. With anger coursing through her, she attacked the shelves of books she had stacked up with useless information. They were all books that were supposed to help her get home — but didn't. She destroyed all the books, but the anger was still there. With an angry scream, she slammed her fist through the mirror, shattering it into pieces.

She didn't care about the broken glass, or the blood running down her hand. She went to the TV and placed her hands on top of it. The TV was very heavy, but with the adrenaline coursing through her body, the TV barely weighed a thing. She used all her strength to throw the TV, causing it to smash against the floor. By the time her anger had somewhat dissipated, the room was destroyed, and she had caused injuries to herself.

"Scar?" She heard, causing her to turn and see Vince,"Oh god," He murmured,"C'mon." He stuck his hand out, and she followed him after grabbing his hand with her non-bleeding one.

Vince lead Scarlet to her large bathroom where she kept her first aid kit. He had her sit on the lid of the toilet, as he grabbed the kit from under the sink, and sat on the side of the bathtub. He opened the kit, as well as grabbed a couple rags and turned on the sink. He put the water to a lukewarm, as to not hurt her from the water being too hot or too cold.

"What happened?" Vince asked, as he wet one of the rags,"Why'd you do that?"

"I can't handle my emotions," She murmured,"I've never been good at it. I get angry when I'm sad or upset. When I feel like everything is falling apart, and I can't control anything, I have an episode of rage. I destroy things, I hurt people I care about, and I don't mean to," Her lips quiver slightly,"I should stay away from everyone. If I keep on the path that I'm going, I'm going to hurt everyone I love, and I can't do that."

"You won't, Scar. We've got each other. I'm not going to let you do that, just like you promised I'd never spiral." He said, giving her a small smile.

She whimpered slightly as he pulled glass from her hand.

"We'll clean up the room later," Vince said,"but I think it might be best if you just move in permanently. I think you need to leave this place behind. This house has been a part of all of us for years, and I think if we leave it behind, we'll be able to heal."

"I think you're right," She agreed quietly,"it's just so hard to let go."

"We've got each other to lean on," Vince answered,"and even if you don't think so, I know the guys got your back, too."

Scarlet let out a sigh and nodded slightly. Vince sprayed her hand with a disinfectant, causing her to hiss slightly. He mumbled an apology, before he put a little numbing cream on the cuts, then wrapped her hand up so it could stay clean and not get damaged anymore.

"I think I pulled a muscle in my shoulder." She murmured, and he gave her good hand a squeeze.

"We'll handle it later." He replied, causing her to nod slightly.

Scarlet felt her eyes water, and quickly she wrapped her arms around Vince and buried her face in his chest. The two sat in the bathroom crying together for what felt like hours. By the time they pulled themselves together a bit, they had major headaches, and their bodies were a bit stiff.

Scarlet wished she had other people to support her and Vince. They needed more than just each other, because they were a ticking time bomb of emotions that was close to exploding into a downward spiral. Nobody was there though, and it felt like everyone forgot about them. Nikki hadn't even tried to contact either of them, and that hurt. Though she had her own problems, Scarlet was never going to let Vince completely spiral, even if that meant she set herself up for failure to help him...