“Promises of Starlight,” episode 27
March 14, 2013
Written by Thea Washington
None of the characters in “Promises of Starlight” represent any person living or dead.
The character “Rock Star”/”Angel” is based on Adam Lambert. The author does not in any way wish to disturb or predict Mr. Lambert’s life through the characters in this story.
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Chapter 27 – THE BEGINNING OF THE END
“So, that’s what happened.”
“That’s some story,” said Therapist. “When Twin came back to Prince George’s county, that’s where Reporter found her, right?”
“Yeah,” said Lover. “That’s what started all that stuff last year.”
The Therapist remembered last year, too clearly. How Reporter had tried to extort $20 million from Lover and the Rock Star and how Twin, because of her grudge against Lover, had been ready to help him. The return of Lover’s memory of that traumatic day he’d killed Snake. The tabloids’ rampant glee with stories about the chair incident. Lover finding out that Twin was alive after all these years of thinking she’d died at seventeen from an overdose. And then Reporter being set up by Twin after she’d learned the truth to make him confess that he, not she, had been the one who’d thought up the whole blackmail scheme. The tabloids had fun with that, too.
“I don’t know what to do now.” Lover’s face showed the anguish he was feeling. “I know she needs treatment to get off the drugs. But how do I get her out of that life?”
“You don’t,” answered Therapist. “That’s a decision she needs to come to on her own.”
“Then I really don’t know what to do.”
Therapist had a suggestion. “Would you be willing to do that intervention with Twin?”
“An intervention? Do they really work?”
“They can,” said Therapist. “Again, it has to be Twin’s decision. If the intervention is strong enough and if she’s strong enough, she’ll decide to go into treatment. If she does it’ll mean that she leaves immediately, from the intervention. No chance to do anything else. Of course,“ she continued, ”she may decide that this is just an attempt to control her and walk out on the whole thing.”
“Who does the intervention?” asked Lover.
“The people closest to her, who can tell her how her behavior has affected them. There’s no yelling, no blaming. It’s just the people who care about her the most. And I can be there, too.”
“Well, then, it has to be family, me and Niecy. I can fly Lil Bro and Sis in. Angel can be there, too, if you think that’s OK.”
“I think that sounds fine. And I can help all of you prepare for the intervention. Does that sound OK with you?”
“Yeah, it sounds good.” He thought about it. “But that will only work for the drugs, right? What about her getting off the street?”
“There are some excellent programs around the country that work with women who’ve been in the sex industry who are also addicts. I can get you their information if you’d like.”
“Around the country? You mean she’d have to leave L.A.?”
“That would be the best thing for her. If she stays here the temptation to go back to the life and drugs will be too strong. She has contacts here. She needs to be isolated from them. So, yes, she needs to leave L.A.” Therapist paused. “Lover, that means a couple of other things, too.”
Lover was almost afraid to hear the “other things.”
“First, it means that she won’t be able to see any member of the family for 30 days at least. She has to be completely dependent on the staff at the facility.”
Lover could deal with that.
“And secondly, it means that Niecy probably will be staying with you. On top of the help she needs, she may be quite a handful. She’ll be angry and sad and resentful of you and her mother. You’ve already told me about her nightmares. She may start acting out in ways that are dangerous to you and your family. Can you and the family handle all that? You particularly have to think about its effect on Son and Daughter.”
”I think I’d better talk with Angel about this,” Lover said. “This is going to be one of the hardest things our family has faced. And we’ve faced a lot.”
“Yes, you have,” agreed Therapist. “And you’re right, this one is going to be one of the hardest yet.”
Lover was relieved to know that something could be done. He just wasn’t sure Twin could handle it. And he wasn’t sure at all if his family could take it, after last year.
He and Angel spent long times skyping about the intervention, and its implications, over the next few days. When Angel got home and they’d decided that it had to be done, first they talked to Niecy about what it would mean for her. They never got that far.
“Niecy, we need to talk with you about your Mommie.”
Niecy knew what they were going to say. She sat there, trying to be grown up about it. “You’re gonna send her away, aren’t you?”
“We’ll see,” said Lover. “But she will have to be away from home for a while.”
Niecy didn’t understand. “It was my fault, wasn’t it? I did the bad thing and now Mommie’s gotta go away.”
“No, baby. You didn’t do anything wrong and neither did your Mommie.” Sometimes Angel was the one who could reach Niecy the best. Lover thought it was because of that first day they’d met, the day Twin had set up Reporter. Niecy and Angel had hit it off almost immediately.
“Yes, I did,” said Niecy. “I put the white powder all over my face. I was just playing make up but Mommie got really mad and … and …” The little girl was getting more and more upset.
“What white powder? Mommie did what?” asked Angel, afraid of what the answer would be.
“I found it in Mommie’s drawer. I was putting away her panties from when I did the laundry and it was there in the plastic bag. I thought it was make up so I started playing with it.”
Angel looked at Lover, who didn’t know what to say. Angel had been around coke when he was on the road but hadn’t indulged since the babies were born. Before that, well, he was a Rock Star. He’d never gotten into it, though. He was still a tequila guy. He said too much of anything fucked up his performances and he wasn’t going to let anything do that to his fans.
“What did Mommie do, baby?” Angel knew they needed the answer to this before they even tried the intervention. This would be a big part of it.
Niecy was in tears now, remembering that day. “She hit me,” she said. “And then she beat me with the iron cord.”
That was it. Lover didn’t care if he had to tie Twin up and dump her in the back seat. She was going to rehab.