The Bitter Side of Wynter

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Chapter 12

Perion was busily repairing her lipstick when Lein came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. She stopped and held her tube of lipstick in mid-air. He kissed her hair and kept his face in it for a few minutes, inhaling its soft smell. He ran his hands up to the side swell of her breasts, then back down to her waist.

“I wish we had more time.” He kissed her hair once more. “You don’t know how much I’d like to make love to you right now.”

She smiled. “I think I know, because I really want you to.”

He turned her toward him. “When?”

“I don’t know, soon, I promise. Let’s go back, Cochran will start playing the demo soon.”

They left the dressing room a few minutes later and returned to the party. They didn’t part soon enough for Blaine not to see them. When Blaine saw Lein walking away from his wife, he thought his head would explode and spill his steaming brains out on the floor. He was so enraged that he could have strangled the life out of Lein with one hand. Blaine slowly approached Perion. She smiled a little as she watched Lein walk off. I’ll bet they were fucking like a couple of bunnies, he thought meanly.

Perion turned around when she felt a presence approach her. She saw it was Blaine. The look on his face made her little smile fall straight off her lips. The effect was almost comic. It seemed as if all the little gadgets holding her face together were unscrewed and forced back into the wrong holes. She expected Blaine to reach out and slap her with his big hand. Instead, he gripped her arm tightly and forced her to stand beside him.

“Let me go, you’re hurting me,” she said in a severe whisper.

“Right at this point, I don’t give a ripe fuck. We’re going for a little walk,” he told her gruffly.

Unwillingly, she walked with him into the same backstage area that she had just walked with Lein. Lein had guided her gently. Blaine literally dragged her. Once they were out of ear and eyeshot, Perion shrugged his grip off her. “What the hell are you doing,” she nearly screamed.

“Is this where you fucked him, Perion,” he asked nastily.

“Fucked who?”

He gripped her arms in both hands with a vise like grip. He shook her roughly. “YOU KNOW WHO THE HELL I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU NUMB WHORE,” he roared in her face. “STOP ACTING LIKE A STUPID, INNOCENT GIRL. I KNOW WHAT YOU’VE BEEN DOING!”

Once more, she jerked out of his grasp. “FUCK YOU,” she roared back.

Perion tried to walk away from him, but he didn’t let her get far. He grabbed her again and shook her back and forth repeatedly, like a rag doll. “You listen to me and you listen damn good. Stop fucking him, Perion. If you don’t, you’ll be the sorriest bitch on the face of this fucking planet. You got that? I have the power to destroy you and everything you own, and you know I do. I can start any shit I want, and no one will touch you with a fifty-foot pole. That highball bitch, Davies, will even drop you on your ass when I get done, and maybe even Lein will, too. What’s more, I fucking refuse to divorce you, have you got that? All fucking Lein is going to do for you is satisfy your horny little cravings and maybe give you a social fucking disease or get you knocked up. Nothing more, Perion. I thought we had settled this little issue earlier. But I guess not, huh?”

Again, she managed to get out of his grip. “All you want with me is what I can do for you. You intend to divorce me as soon as the band becomes successful, right? You’re planning some twisted situation where you can get your filthy, grimy hands on half of what I own. I’ve been nothing more than a prostitute for you since you first met me and heard me sing, haven’t I?”

“That’s fucking ridiculous,” he spat out, disgusted. “He’s really doing a job on your mind, isn’t he? You sound just like him. What do you think he wants from you? If I’ve been prostituting you, then what do you call what he’s doing to you now? Is his involvement with the band hurting his checkbook lately?”

Perion sighed, she had thoughts very similar to that in the past herself. But she didn’t want to see it, not then, not ever. She loved Lein; she could see nothing but that. “Blaine, tonight, you’ve really treated me like a dog, enough so that I actually feel like one right now. I just want to return to the party and do what we came to do. I’m done with you for now.”

“You’re done with me because you know I’m right. If he really wanted more from you than what you’ve got hidden under that outfit, then he would’ve told you he loves you or something. And he hasn’t done that, has he?” Perion ignored him and walked away.

“HE HASN’T, HAS HE,” Blaine screamed after her.

For the rest of the evening, Perion stayed close to her friends and virtually ignored Blaine. She had tried to ignore Lein, but couldn’t. Every now and then, they’d make eye contact. She could tell just from those occasional glances that Lein was worried about her, but she’d give him one of her little fake ‘everything is peachy’ smiles. However, things were very far from being peachy.

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