"No!" Stevie shouted loudly "Go away Mick!" She added, coughing over the sink and spluttering.
Mick heard her and felt even worse, he didn't know if to stay or go, he loved Stevie but he worried hassling her was making it worse, so he dragged himself away and hoped she was alright and would find him later to have dinner still once she had calmed or sobered up, he assumed she was nursing a hangover like his own. He had woken feeling awful and couldn't recall much but Stevie being upset, then the rest flooded back and he felt like a terrible person. He trundled up the hall and flopped on the bed once he was inside his hotel room, quickly lighting and smoking a joint .
Stevie cried hard as she leant over the sink and finished throwing up again, she felt like a knife was shoved through her soul and it made her feel even worse, she felt like Mick had cheated on her, betrayed her with her own best friend and that just hurt too much for words, she couldn't express the hurt she was feeling, it was beyond any pain she ever felt and she just wanted to drown in the sink.
She also didn't know how to soberly cope with feelings anymore, slightest sign of trouble or stress, even tiredness, she would run too drugs or alcohol to numb her senses and emotions, cocaine, brandy and a joint were her help.
All she wanted was a drink, mainly a snort of her enchanting white dust, but she ran her hand over her tiny stomach and felt the small bump that was already forming and she knew she needed help to stay off the bad substances and she couldn't trust herself, the baby needed her and she needed help. She needed rehab, professional help because she wasn't strong enough and was worried for the unborn baby, she couldn't risk it any longer "Steph?" Christine muttered and Stevie jumped, startled and worried Christine saw her rubbing her stomach, but once she took in the sight of her best friend, she saw how dishevelled Christine looked and her vibrant blue eyes were squinting "Sorry," she sighed feeling bad for making Stevie jump and she rubbed her own aching head 'You sick love?"
"A little, how are you?" Stevie asked, swallowing and biting her bottom lip.
"Fucking awful!" Christine exclaimed, rubbing her tired eyes, she had a headache and felt nauseous herself "What happened to me?" She asked, the night being a very blurred and hazy recollection for her.
"You took some pills with Mick from Lindsey then Mick made you bleed from fucking you so hard in here!" Stevie replied briskly, annoyed more than she thought she would be, feeling edgy herself with how her life was playing out.
Christine's eyes widened more and she seemed to feel more awake as pieces more of the night came back to her and she covered her face in shame "Fuck, I am so terrible, oh God, Stevie, this will ruin everything, Mick and John are best friends, fucking hell!" She exclaimed and Stevie couldn't help but feel sorry for her, she was always so stable, well stable for a Rockstar anyway.
"Its ok Chris, we all do silly things, don't take it too heart, you will just be another notch on Mick's belt, he probably stuck it in Lindsey and John by now!" Stevie scoffed.
"Funny thought and thanks Stevie, glad I was just a prize for Mick, blunt not, like I know I'm old and ugly but way to make me feel worse!" Christine replied hurting as she turned away and slowly walked off.
"I'm sorry, I'm being a bitch, you didn't know about Mick and... I mean, Mick is single, you didn't commit any type of crime Chrissy and you are not ugly or old!" Stevie soothed, hurriedly walking in front of her, noticing how upset she already looked.
"I don't know what's wrong with me and I don't feel like dumping the rest of my shit on you, I'm thinking of going to England for a break, clear my head and shit!" She mumbled, darting her blue eyes from Stevie's gaze.
"I'm needing a break too, I want to sort myself out Chris, I have too, its a life or death matter!" Stevie gulped and Christine was concerned.
"Why, what the fuck has happened, are you sick?" The older blonde asked hurriedly.
