Watercolour Eyes

What am i to do?

Sid had been bailed out. Malcolm had scraped together the money a few weeks after Vanity's funeral and managed to get Sid out of that hell hole. He didn't seem like the same person however. He'd been raped during his stay in the jail. He'd been treated terribly by the inmates and worst of all he couldn't do anything to defend himself. 

Mickey hadn't kept his promise to Tiffany, rather than turning himself in, instead he'd been wasting away in the UK where he and Tiffany had gone back and moved into their old house and done nothing but indulge in abusing the drugs that had caused his life so much hell. 

The USA didn't want to deal with Sid so the matter moved over to the British court, who were preparing Sid to stand trial. Sid was still deep in his addiction and had been isolated by most of the people in his life.

As much as he wanted to he couldn't bear to call Johnny. Although he missed his best friend and could've really used him at this moment in time he couldn't face the reality that he killed Vanity. 

Of course he knew he didn't deep down, but it was becoming harder and harder to stay sure of himself. Malcolm sat across from Sid in the small flat they'd found for him. The room was sparse, a far cry from the chaos of the New York scene he'd been so used to lately. Sid looked hollow, his eyes sunken, and his hands trembling slightly as he lit a cigarette.

"You've got to get it together, Sid," Malcolm said, his voice firm but not unkind. "The trial's coming up, and you need to be ready."

Sid looked up, his gaze vacant. "I don't know if I can, Malcolm. Everything's... everything's a mess."

"You have to, my boy, otherwise this whole thing just becomes worse on you." he tried to convince him as best he could, as much as Malcolm was helping him or trying to, he was doing nothing but annoying Sid. The more he drilled into Sid about his trial date, the more Sid wanted to jam a class bottle down his throat. 

"Fuck off!" He shouted at the ginger man, getting up and walking into his "bedroom" If you could even call it that.

Meanwhile, Tiffany was reaching the end of her tether. She'd watched Mickey spiral further into his addiction, and her own resolve was wearing thin. She couldn't shake the guilt and frustration that gnawed at her every day.

With angered eyes she glared as Mickey lay sprawled on the couch, eyes glazed over, Tiffany finally snapped. "What the fuck are we doing here? What are you doing here actually? So much for turning yourself in. fuck sake!"

Mickey barely reacted, his eyes flicking towards her lazily. "What do you want from me, Tiff? I'm doing the best I can."

"No, you're not!" she shouted, tears streaming down her face, her mascara bled as she cried. "You're running away! You promised me you'd turn yourself in, and instead, you're hiding here, killing yourself slowly."

Mickey sat up, his expression darkening. "And what good would that do? Huh? Sid's already out. They're gonna put him on trial, and you think me turning myself in is gonna fix everything?"

Tiffany shook her head, her anger giving way to desperation. "It's not about fixing everything, Mickey. It's about doing the right thing. It's about giving Sid a chance, giving Vanity justice."

Mickey looked away, the weight of his guilt pressing down on him. "I can't, Tiff. I can't."

Tiffany bit her lip before storming into their bedroom. She pulled a suitcase from the top of the wardrobe and threw it onto the bed, opening it. She then stormed over to her clothes and gathered as many as she could in her hands and tossed it into the suitcase. Mickey furrowed his brows as he could see her through the doorway. 

"What're you doing?" he asked with a raised brow and a confused look in his eyes. "I am getting out of here! If you're gonna be a fucking baby about this and lie to everyone then i'm leaving!" She snapped.

Mickey's confusion turned to anger as he stood up, stumbling slightly as he approached her. "You're not leaving, Tiffany," he said, his voice rising. "I won't let you."

He took a step forward, his face contorted with rage and desperation. "You think you can just walk out on me?" he screamed, his voice echoing through the small apartment. "You think you can leave me here to deal with this shit alone? After everything we've been through?"

Tiffany turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. "What are you gonna do if I try to leave, huh? Gonna murder me like you did Vanity? Is that what you're gonna do?" Her words hung in the air, cutting through the tension like a knife.

Mickey recoiled as if she'd slapped him, his face paling. For a moment, there was silence, the weight of her accusation settling heavily between them.

Tiffany grabbed her suitcase and started for the door. Mickey moved to block her path, his hands trembling. "I love you, Tiff," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "Please, don't go."

She paused, her hand on the doorknob, her back to him. She wanted to believe him, to find some glimmer of hope in his words, but the weight of his broken promises and their shattered lives was too much. She turned the knob, her heart aching. "Love isn't enough, Mickey," she said quietly, not turning to face him. "Not anymore."

With that, she pulled the door open and stepped out, leaving Mickey standing alone in the doorway, his world crumbling around him. As she walked away, her steps echoing down the hallway, she felt a mixture of sadness and relief. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew she couldn't stay trapped in the past any longer.

Tiffany found a small, dingy motel nearby, a place where she could collect her thoughts and decide what to do next. As she sat on the edge of the bed, the events of the day replaying in her mind, she realised how much had changed, and how much she needed to change to find some semblance of peace.

Back at the flat, Mickey collapsed onto the couch, tears streaming down his face. He had lost Tiffany, and the reality of his actions was closing in on him. For the first time, he began to truly understand the depth of his mistakes and the weight of his guilt.

A/N: so guys i am sad to announce that the next chapter will be the second to last chapter of this series.

Wow it has been a journey however not all is bad as there is an exciting announcement i will be making on the last chapter. Please comment and let me know what you think i would really appreciate it XXX