Blaine went to Perion’s apartment one afternoon and found her in bed. He had been out of town and hadn’t seen her. He assumed she had run out of coke and was in the midst of a come down. It happened to one or the other of them daily. He noticed that she was lying on her side, back facing him, with the covers pulled way up on her body. Blaine sighed, thinking: She must be going through the shakes or something.
He sat on the bedside and leaned his back against the headboard of the mussed up bed. He sighed again. “Perion, don’t tell me you’re out again,” he said. He didn’t enjoy what they had become. So many times, he wished he’d never gotten reacquainted with her again after their divorce.
She sniffed. He didn’t know whether she’d been crying or snorting. “No,” she said in a small voice.
“Then what’s up?”
“I haven’t used in a couple of days. I’m quitting, cold turkey.”
That explained why she had covered herself up; she was coming down, but cold fucking turkey? What was she thinking? She had to remember how difficult going cold turkey was, especially since her most recent addiction was more severe than her first round.
“Perion, you can’t be serious.”
“I’m as serious as a heart attack,” she said weakly, using the old adage he literally detested.
“You know how hard it is. Remember what happened before?”
“I don’t care. I have to do it.”
“Why do you keep saying you have to? I don’t get what you’re saying.”
She sniffed again. She was apparently crying. It was hard to tell with her back facing him. As if reading his mind, she sat up and looked at him. Tears streaked her face, and she literally looked dead. She reminded him of a three-dollar whore on a bender.
“I have to stop doing it because I don’t want my baby born addicted to this shit, like its mom,” she told him in pathetic, pitiful tears.
Horrified, Blaine’s eyes widened. She didn’t want what addicted to cocaine? He groaned and banged his head against the headboard several times. “How did you find out,” he finally asked.
“I got sick a couple of days in a row, and the only time that ever happened was the last time I...I was...preg-pregnant. I did one of those little kits yesterday, and it was positive. This morning I went to see a doctor. And...and...and I’m pregnant.” The last sentence was wailed at him through her tears.
“And I suppose it’s Lein’s,” he asked stupidly. Of course, it had to be Lein’s.
“Who else, Blaine?”
“Fuck Lein, he doesn’t want you and he’ll only want that kid now.”
“Get rid of the coke, Blaine, I don’t want further temptations around me. I’d do it myself if I could get out of bed, but I can’t move.”
Without further word to her, Blaine got up from the bed and stalked over to the dresser where she kept the stuff locked away. He grabbed the drawer handle and yanked it open without first unlocking it. He went through the drawer and gathered every ounce of cocaine that had been stashed away. He took it and stalked into the bathroom. A few moments later, Perion heard him flush the toilet.