Stevie felt his hand wrap around her arm as he yanked her off the floor, "what the hell are you doing?"
"What the fuck does it look like? How did you get in here?"
"I have a key. I always have a key. I need to know you're not dead."
She pulled her arm away from his crushing grip and turned back to the table so that she could do another line. It had been too long and she was not going to let him ruin her high. Not when she was feeling strong and powerful and everything looked so beautiful.
"I'm not dead. You can go."
He swept the white powder off the table and this time, unlike the others, she shoved him so hard he almost stumbled.
"You may not be dead but..."
"But what?"
"There are other things to think about."
She wanted to cry. She wanted to cry and scream and hit him until all the pain that was in her marked him all over. Instead she laughed and she didn't know if it was because she was high or because she didn't want to cry in front of him.
"You can't even say it, can you?"
"Say what?"
"Baby. There is a baby inside of me. A child that you put there."
"One that you're killing with your secrets and your sins."
"You don't get to turn this around on me. Not this time. I am your sin and this baby is your secret."
"You're not...you're not a sin. Not to me."
"Get the fuck out. I am so sick of you using me and then tossing me aside like I'm a piece of trash. I don't want to be your trash or your sin or anything at all to you anymore."
"You're still the...still..."
"I'm still the mother of your fucking child but look at you; standing here stuttering because you can't even own up to it. I am not the mother of your child because it is mine. It's not going to be my secret."
"You can't even stay away from cocaine, let alone raise a child."
She was seething with an anger so deep she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. She slapped him across the face. Hard. He'd be walking around with a red mark for hours and she'd be walking around with a smirk at the same time.
He grabbed her hand and for a moment she was afraid. She shouldn't have been. All he did was pull her into him and hug her and whispered apologies about the things he had said.
He kissed her or she kissed him; she wasn't sure who gave in first. It didn't matter. Nothing seemed to matter tonight. He knew she had used and he was still letting this happen and she was going to take full advantage of it.
She pulled at him; at his clothes, left those angry red marks down his back because God, she was infuriated with him. He wouldn't even take responsibility for what he had done. He pretended like it didn't exist and she would have done anything to make him understand that it did exist and it wasn't just going to go away.
He pulled her head back by her hair, biting her neck, both of them knowing she'd have marks to cover up tomorrow and neither of them caring.
She shoved Lindsey down on the couch and realized exactly where they were and what they were doing and how they ended up like this.
Things had come full circle.
