Strange- Kurt Cobain

Missing

Kurt P.o.V

Me and Vicky finished our business and went downstairs, Liz was sitting at the counter with her head in her hands.

"What's wrong Liz?" Asked Vicky rubbing her shoulders.

Liz glared at her, "are you kidding me Vick? You just watched as your boyfriend told Beverly to go kill herself! Then she left!" She snapped.

"I know..I know, where'd she go?" Vicky started panicking. "I don't know, she said not to worry that she's not gonna do anything stupid" sighed Liz.

"Yeah, the last thing we need is her to relapse after she's been years clean" Vicky stated rolling her eyes.

"Relapse? Clean off what?" I asked, what the fuck was she hooked on?!

"Heroin, dumbass" Liz seethed at me, "when we met her she was hooked on it because she was depressed about the shit she ran away from."

She made sure to emphasize the word 'shit' while she looked at me. Beverly must have told Liz and not Vicky. I could understand why. I couldn't believe she was a junkie too, it pained me to even think about her shooting up, overdosing, whatever. 

"You don't think she would..right?" I whispered, this was all my fault man FUCK. I missed her so much that I was taking it out on her.

Liz sighed, "no I think she's smarter than that, she went to rehab and got better."

I nodded my head, then placed it in my hands.

"We'll just wait for her to come home I guess.." Vicky mused, wrapping her arms around me.

I couldn't concentrate my mind on anything else but worrying about Beverly's safety. I needed her to be alright, if she killed herself I would too, because it was my fault. 'Please be okay my love' I kept repeating in my head.

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Liz P.o.V

It was already 6 hours later, 9:00 pm, and we haven't heard or seen anything from Beverly. Kurt was a mess, he'd been staring off into space for hours. Occasionally putting his head in his hands. I knew he cared for her, and it seemed like he loved her, but why would he hurt her like this? Why would he say something like that to her?

I swear if she killed herself I would murder Kurt, I would fucking kill him. That's my sister, you don't fuck with us. We're Liz and Lee, nobody does us dirty and gets away with it. I felt a tear slip out of my eye. I couldn't loose her. She was a big part of my life, we got each other..

"Okay, guys it's been 6 hours. I'm going to call her dealers" I spoke up, swiftly grabbing the phone.

I dialed Clara's  number first. She answered on the third ring,

"Yello?"

"Hey Clar, it's Liz has Beverly been around, have you seen her today?"

"Nah man I haven't, is everything cool man?"

"Uh, yeah she's just been gone a while, thanks though"

"No problem Liz, ring me when you find her please?"

"Sure thing"

"Okay, later"

I  hung up the phone. "Clara's dry, nothing from Bev her way" I stated. I dialed Melissa's number next.

I wasted voice answered the phone, "Wazzaaaap".

"Hey Mel, Beverly been around?" I asked, I could tell usually when Melissa was blowing smoke up my ass.

"Yeah, she came by around noon to get some buds, but that was like 7 hours ago mann."

I sighed, she seemed to be telling the truth. "Nothing after that? She didn't come back and ask for smack or anything?"

"Hell no man!" She exclaimed.

"Good man, okay thanks, peace Mel!" I said and hung up the phone.

I looked over at Kurt and Vicky, "well apparently she didn't buy dope or coke or anything so she's clear from that. She'll probably be home any minute."

They looked at me unsure, so we sat down and we waited, and waited, and waited. Hours went by, there was no signs of Beverly. By 1:30 Vicky fell asleep, then me, and I don't know if Kurt did or not, but my ass was knocked out.

Please Beverly, come home.