"That's the face you're gonna meet Peter's mom with?" I slept for about an hour and feel immensely hungover when Júlia wakes me up.
"Don't even say anything." I cover my face with a pillow.
I couldn't fall asleep right away. I was still wide awake from the cocaine and the booze, my brain wouldn't stop. Eventually I got up to go to the bathroom and forced myself to throw up.
"I made you some strong coffee to help you out." She grabs the pillow and brings me a coffee mug, which I accept.
"Thanks." I take a sip. "Think it's gonna be a cold shower this time, to wake me up."
"Yeah is better. Don't worry, everything will be fine. You got this."
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I'm glad David's not here when I get to Peter's room. I don't want to chit-chat, not in the mood to talk.
So I get in Peter's bed and close my eyes. Bad idea. I can't fall asleep. I look at my phone and it's 11:50AM. He is almost here and I'm a mess. This is a disaster.
I need to impress his mother. She can't see the real me.
Suddenly, I remember and realize what will make me feel better. I get up and go to my tampon box.
I hid part of my cocaine inside my tampon box. It was the only place where Peter wouldn't find out. So I take out the cocaine and sit at the desk. I need to hurry up.
I set half a gram on the table. I go to my purse and get a card and a bill. I sit back down and make four lines with the card. I roll up the bill and snort the first line, then the second. In a flash, Peter enters the room, I freak out and drop the bill.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Peter looks shocked as he looks at me and at the desk. I'm unable to speak and he closes the door and approaches me. "Answer me!"
"I..." I clean everything on my desk and throw to the garbage underneath the desk. "Sorry. I just wanted to be well enough to meet your mom, it was stupid." I can't even look at him.
"Well enough?! Your idea of being well enough is by doing drugs? You know what? Forget it. You're not seeing my mom like this."
Peter's pissed, turns away and storms out of the room. I can't lose him again. Please. I follow him down the hall.
"Wait! Peter, let's talk, please." I grab his arm.
He stops and takes a deep breath, then turns to talk to me.
"Okay." It looks like he's calming down. "I'll text my mom and tell her I'm a little late. Let's go outside and talk."
My chest is relieved of the pressure. Thank God. I follow him outside and then we sit on a bench to talk.
"What do you have to say to me about what I just saw?" He still looks upset.
"I told you I have a substance abuse problem. I'm nervous about meeting your mom and I haven't done a single drug in two weeks. I lost control last night and today I've got a huge hungover and needed to be presentable."
Peter's stressed. I'm dragging him into my darkness, I can feel it. I wanted it to be him taking me into the light and not me dragging him into the darkness. He closes his eyes, then rubs his face with his hand, massages his forehead and finally looks at me, clearly feeling lost.
"You did drugs yesterday as well, is that what you're telling me?" I nod affirmatively. "How can we get past this? I've never been in a situation like this, I don't know what I'm supposed to do."
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