What the fuck? I don't know what the fuck is going on here, but I do know who to blame. Goddamn Lavery.
I gather Greenlee in my arms, depositing her on the couch. Superficial forehead contusion, but that's not what concerns me at the moment. I scan the countertops, see nothing, and then spot Greenlee's purse. She sees me grab it and objects loudly but I ignore her. I empty it out and sort through the crap in there until I spot the tiny container. I read the label and my jaw drops. Where the hell did she get this? No doctor, no respectable doctor, would prescribe it. I turn around, my voice calm.
"Who did you get this from?" She stares at me, looking fearful and trapped, blood running down her face, into her hair, onto Ryan's white leather couch. Realization dawns upon me. I can't believe this. I can't believe that I was so fucking careless. So goddamn blind. But sometimes, when we were together, I would only remember holding her, comforting her, and I would forget all about that side of her personality. The side that was like me. I throw it against the wall behind her, little yellow pills scattering everywhere. Not that there's many left.
"I trusted you. And you promised me!" I stalk towards her, and she winces, cowers, but I don't care. I need to know how many she's been taking. And with what else. "Do you have a death wish Greenlee? Is that what you're trying to do? Kill yourself?" She struggles to sit up and is somewhat successful.
"Of course not. How can you even say that?" She looks at me, trying to seem wounded. But it's not working, not this time. This is too much. She's making me complicit.
"I can say it because mixing these with cocaine is deadly. And you know it. So what, have you been working yourself up? Too much of a coward to go for the full dosage right away?" She begins to look less hurt and more angry. But I don't care. "You wanna kill yourself? Fine. But don't involve me. The last thing I need is the police questioning me as to how long I've been supplying you with illegal drugs! Goddamit!"
I spin around, anger coursing through my veins. "Lavery doesn't even know about your little habit, does he? When he hears the word coke he probably thinks about a caffeine fix. I guess he's not the only one lying in this relationship. He has no idea he's married a little crackwhore." She grabs a pillow, whips it at me angrily. It misses by a mile. "You know what, I feel sorry for you. You're pathetic. Your husband's off fucking the woman he loves so you decide to snort a few lines, along with some other illegal contraband directly from yours truly! As if that's going to solve anything. I can't believe Leo actually lowered himself enough to touch you, much less marry you." I think I've pushed it too far as she lunges off the couch towards me. I restrain her reaching arms and turn her, pressing her against me. She struggles, then hisses:
"And you're so much better? Look at you, David. Your daughter, brother, and mother all died within the past two years. Your father committed suicide. And let's not forget Dixie Martin. Not to mention the fact that Anna left you. No one blames her, though. Everyone in town knows that you're poison. You're fucking poison." I push her away from me, and for the moment the room is silent save for our ragged breaths.
"You bitch." I mean it. And I think she knows it. She stares at me wordlessly as I snatch my keys of the counter. "You should go see a doctor tomorrow. For your forehead." I sneer. She touches it gingerly. "And Greenlee? This time, find someone else to pick up the pieces. I'm done." I can't help but sneak one more glance at her before I close the door. And I wish I hadn't. Because I don't want to remember this, and she at that moment is unforgettable.