It's Up To You

Part 4

Despite what happened to Stevie, Lindsey didn't change his mind. He was always going to be there for her if she needed him, but it didn't mean he was going to take it back and tell everyone he wasn't leaving Fleetwood Mac. He had to do it for himself and for the rest of the band, he thought. 

Like the past three days, Lindsey was on his way to Stevie's room. The doctor wanted to keep her longer, because besides the drug overdose, she was completely exhausted and stressed out as it was. Although, she was going to be released by the weekend, which was a couple of days away.

Without thinking of knocking, Lindsey placed his hand on the handle and pushed the door open, stopping dead in his tracks. "I - I'm sorry." He stammered, stepping outside, a frown on his face. Checking the number of the room, he was a hundred percent certain it was Stevie's, but a complete stranger now lay in her bed. 

Lindsey went to find someone, who he could talk to. He recognized one of the nurses and he stopped her, as she was about to pass him by. "Hi, uh... My friend was in that room for the past couple of days." He said, showing with his hand. "Stephanie Nicks, she's not there anymore."

"Miss Nicks checked herself out early this morning." 

"What? How? She was supposed to be here for at least two more days." Lindsey folded his arms, looking at the nurse intently. 

"This is not a prison." The woman replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "Your friend hadn't undergone some serious surgery or anything like that, so she was free to leave whenever she felt like it."

"Was someone with her or she just left?"

"A man, who I believe is her husband and a little boy."

Sighing, Lindsey nodded, thanking the nurse and then he was on his way out. Should I go to her?, Lindsey wondered to himself, sitting in his car in the parking lot. This was not what they had agreed on. Lindsey was going to take her to rehab straight away, once the doctor released her from the hospital. He promised, he'd go through it with her and she just ran way. Again.

If Stevie went home with Kim, she clearly didn't want to see Lindsey, she didn't even inform him about her decision to leave. Well, that's too bad, he said to no one and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot, taking a turn to go to Stevie's.

Lindsey arrived fairly quickly, getting out of the car, he was standing by the front door in just a few big strides, knocking loudly. However, nobody bothered to answer the door. He knocked again, ringing the bell too several times. That got the attention he wanted and a minute later, Kim was pulling the door open. 

"Where is she?"

"She's at home, exactly where she's supposed to be." Kim replied calmly, crossing his arms, without any intentions of letting Lindsey inside.

"Let me talk to Stevie." Lindsey demanded, seeing Kim shake his head. "I need to talk to her."

"She doesn't want to, what's not clear to you?" 

"She doesn't want to or are you not letting her talk to me?" Lindsey asked, not backing down. He wasn't going to turn around and go back where he came from, without making sure Stevie was okay.

"Listen-" Kim began, but the door opened wider and Stevie came into Lindsey's view, as she gave Kim a look, silently asking him to go away.

"Why are you here, Lindsey?" Stevie asked, hugging herself around the middle, once it was just the two of them.

"I wonder why the hell am I here! Stevie, we agreed! You yourself admitted that you need help! You were still supposed to be in your hospital bed, then I was supposed to be taking you to a rehab center!" 

Casting her eyes down, Stevie shifted her weight, then tilted her chin back up. "I'm not going, Lindsey."

"What did he tell you? Did he threaten you? Because-"

"Kim didn't threaten me, I'm just not going." Stevie shrugged. "I'm fine. I was scared that first day in the hospital, but..." She trailed off. "I haven't done coke for days now, so..."

Lindsey scoffed, shaking his head. "Yeah, right, because nobody was stupid enough to bring you any to the hospital. Stevie, you're not going to get clean if you continue living like this. You need professional help. You need to be in a place, where even if you wanted to, you couldn't get your hands on any drug and that's not going to happen if you stay here. I mean, you don't have to look very far, just give Mick a call!"

"You're not my father, Lindsey. You're not my husband, boyfriend, not even my friend. We're nothing to each other, therefore you can't tell me what to do."

Opening his mouth to say something, Lindsey couldn't. He stood speechless, staring at her for a moment. He then took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, nodding his head. "You know, you're right. I tried, once again, to be there for you and help you, but like a hundred times before, you've shown me that you don't need me." Giving her another look, Lindsey stepped away from the door and went back to his car, speeding out of the driveway in what seemed like seconds.

Closing the door, Stevie shut her eyes for a moment, swallowing back tears, before she faced Kim, who wore a sort of expression as if he was saying, good job.