A Dancehall Story - The Final Years. Part 1

Chapter 34 - Edge

Stacy's POV

I could feel some form of pressure on my head and heard some little snickering around me. That made me fight for a moment to open my eyes and a clear vision to see where I was.

"Heaven?" I mumbled.

"Stacy?"

Oh that's Mel's voice. This definitely is not heaven.

"Mommy," a little voice called then I realised the pressure I was feeling was from Paris brushing my hair. My vision was no longer blurred. I was in another private bedroom downstairs, Garrick's room, surrounded by my kids.

'What happened?" I asked.

"You fell in the bathroom mommy, but I am taking care of you," Paris said and kissed my forehead.

"Ok my babies, Grandma needs to help mommy out of bed so give us a little time. Everyone can come back when she is dressed," Mel said.

They all gave me a kiss before leaving the room without a fight. Only Mel could do that. I sat up in bed waiting for her to start talking because clearly something happened.

"Do you feel ok?"

"I feel a little weak and confused. What happened?"

She came to sit beside me on the bed. "Let's just say you had alcohol poisoning."

That's not even possible because I only had two glasses of liquor at the club.

"Did I have that or should we say that?" I asked. I was confused. Why did she say it like that?

"Stacy, I don't know what's going on with you and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. However, if you keep this up, if you don't use the help you are getting, you will end up in a facility and lose your kids."

Notice she didn't say husband?

"Your son is the only one that has the powers to do that."

"I noticed you didn't say my husband." She took a deep breath and I just knew a lecture was coming. "Stacy, I don't want to get anyone else involved in this, fix yourself."

"Mel all I did was go out and have a few drinks, I came home passed out because I was drunk."

"That's how you look at it?"

"Yes, I am human. I am allowed to have fun."

"Fun? Stacy, your son came into the bathroom this morning and saw you passed out on the floor, covered in your vomit with an open pill bottle beside you. So please tell me how you look at it?"

"LJ?"

"Yes, I had to warn him, threaten him not to utter a word to anyone and send the other children home. This is what you want your kids to see?"

"What?...I don't remember taking any pills fro—"

"Stacy, your mind is fragile and that's how it works when you are relapsing, you don't remember the things you do especially if it's mixed with substances."

"I must have just taken the pills for a headache, I promise I wasn't trying to hurt myself."

"You don't know. However the doctor gave you something to flush your system just in case. Stacy, I don't want to have to deal with this or hide this from your husband."

"It was just a couple drinks Mel."

"That you are not supposed to be having Stacy. I won't say anything to your husband and I can only hope LJ keeps his mouth shut."