False Starts || Dave Grohl

Chapter 45

They weren't even halfway through the set before I retreated to the dressing room to retrieve my jacket and begin my short walk back to the hotel. For me, the set wasn't worth it. Kurt was stumbling all over the stage, forgetting lyrics and missing guitar riffs he'd normally nail. It was better than the Sao Paulo performance, but not by much.

"Trouble in paradise Mrs. Grohl?" The woman's voice made my blood boil almost instantly. "I told you from day one that if you messed around with my husband, you'd get burnt sweetie." My hand clenched into a fist at my side, and if I didn't have better self-control, I would've thrown a punch right then and there. "Poor little Rose, or should I call you Blossom like Kurt? Anyways, I'd start packing my bags if I were you because a little birdie told me that Dave's about to kick you to the curb. You didn't hear it from me though."

She knew she was getting to me. It was her goal to get me to physically abuse her in some way so the final nail would be drilled into my coffin. She wanted me gone and would do anything she possibly could to make that happen. "Tell Kurt I said hi would ya?"

The woman's jaw drops at my comment, but I give her no time to respond before darting out of the stuffy room.

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Present

Toronto, ON

A shit eating grin is on my face due to the copious amounts of alcohol I had downed at dinner. Casey and Amy have been doing their best to hold me steady as Jack carries our leftovers and Frances used her spare key to unlock the door to my apartment.

"Have I told you guys about," A hiccup interrupted my words making me giggle to myself before continuing, "Have I told you about Dave being a cheating whore?" Casey gasps at what I guess is my choice of vulgar words towards the musician. "Fuck man... When we got back from Rio I found this ugly ass bracelet with the name Jennifer on it and my dumb ass didn't put two and two together."

Jack placed the food in the fridge before pulling me up bridal style in his arms. "I think it's time you go to bed my friend. You're starting to talk with your sailor mouth, which means you're long gone."

"Fuck... I haven't seen her like this since 1998." Casey says to no one in particular as Jack silently begins walking towards my dark bedroom.

"I don't want to go Jack. This isn't like Titanic; I want you to let go." I wriggle around in the man's arms hoping to break free from his grip, but nothing seems to work. "Come on Jack I have less than twelve hours to tell you guys everything else that happened."

I can hear Amy chuckle from somewhere in the distance, "Actually we're staying for a couple more days. None of us feel comfortable leaving you just yet."

"But I have work!"

"I'll take care of it,' Frances assures me with a silent wave of her hand before making her way into the kitchen area to plot against me with my two best friends.

By the time we made it in my room, I had finally stopped fighting the younger boy. It surprised me how strong he was, but my intoxicated state didn't let me overthink the subject too much. "So excited to see tomorrow mornings headlines. 'Recent Scandal Subject, Rosemary Pierce, Drowning Self With Booze To Get Through Public Scrutiny.' How much more exciting can my life get?"

I fall back on the king-sized bed, allowing my body to sink into the depths of my dark sheets. "Were you serious? About the Dave cheating thing?"

"Fuck yeah I was buddy." A giggle follows my response as Jack takes a seat next to me. "When I was home he wasn't and vice versa. Dave is terrible, or well, was terrible at hiding things. He left this ugly beaded bracelet on the dresser with the name Jennifer written on it one night before leaving the apartment. I didn't think much of it, believing that a fan gave it to him on the streets or something, but then Shelli told me that she and Krist had ran into the two of them leaving a club together."

Silence takes over the room as my heart breaks all over again from the memory, "You didn't deserve that. You know this right?"

"Yeah, I know..." Jack lightly pats my thigh, our silent signal of 'everything's going to be okay', before leaving me alone for the first time tonight. "I deserved worse..."

Hey all!

Short filler posted in order to jump forward a bit in the storyline. I felt like writing about September - December would drag things out and I'm trying to move this era along a little faster now that we're almost to the climax of Part II. 

Basically, Rose went back with Dave only to get treated poorly because neither of them want to be the first person to talk. As a result this person you may or may not know, Jennifer Youngblood, came into the picture and is slowly but steadily going to fuck everything up to the point of no return. 

But yep! We're in the last leg! 

1993!

Who is ready to cry because I am NOT.

Love you all! xoxo