Robyn was sat cross legged on their bed when he edged into the room, waving a white handkerchief as a sign he meant no harm. She smiled vaguely when she saw it and Kit took it that she was calm enough for him to talk to her. He tucked his handkerchief in his pocket and closed the door behind him before joining her on the bed.
"There's something you're not telling me isn't there?" Kit's question more of a statement, "You're calling his bluff aren't you? What have you taken?"
Robyn looked at Kit with a hint of surprise, "What do you mean, what have I taken?"
"Don't try and lie to me Robs. You know damn well that test is going to come back positive. Don't you think that after drifting for fifteen years I'd know the signs of someone taking drugs? What have you been taking?"
"Cannabis," Robyn whispered, her voice barely audible.
Kit closed his eyes, "That's not all is it?"
Bringing her knees up to her chest, Robyn buried her face in them as she confessed, "Cocaine."
"Cocaine?!" Kit shouted springing from the bed before catching himself and lowering his volume, "Cocaine? Cannabis is bad enough but do you know what that stuff does to you? Do you know how many people go from Cocaine to Heroin? Is that all you've done? Is that all you've taken?"
Robyn nodded, feeling stung by but understanding Kit's anger. She felt him sit back down on the bed beside her and wrap his arm around her shoulders. She allowed him to pull her towards him as she dropped her knees.
Kit rested his head on hers as he whispered, "I'm angry that you've been doing this Robs but I understand. I understand the drinking. You're trying to make yourself forget but it won't change anything. The drugs, they take the edge off for a while but as soon as that high wears off and you go on the come down it makes everything seem worse. You'll get to a point where you'll be going around and around in circles, taking a hit to combat the come down. They might make you feel better but drugs aren't medicine Robs, they're poison. You have to stop. You have to deal with what's tearing you apart."
"What if I can't?"
"You can Robs. You can because you're not alone. You can because you've got me. We can get through anything together and I will do my damnedest to get you clean. You need to talk to me, tell me what's eating you up inside and making you do these things."
"I can't, Kit. I can't."
Kit gently rocked Robyn backwards and forwards with him, she was upset but he had to keep pushing her. "It's what those results said isn't it? The paternity test ones. You have to tell me what they said. I love you Robs but I can't help you if you don't let me in. I am trying so hard to keep up with you and keep you happy but you're not the only one that's hurting. I see you hurt and it hurts me too but I have to stay strong for the both of us. We've been through so much together but you still won't open up to me. How can anyone help you if you keep blocking them out? Just tell me what those results said and we can fix it, tell me what they said and we can try and make things better."
His eyes shone as he felt her clam up. She took her head from his shoulder and buried her face in her knees once more. He leant over and kissed her temple before getting up and leaving the room. His head swam as he crossed the floor to the bathroom and shut himself inside. Putting the toilet lid down he sat on it and clasped his hands behind his head. Running his clasped hands over his head he stood up and looked in the mirror over the sink. His eyes were red and his cheeks blotchy. Running the cold tap he splashed water over his face before switching it off and drying his face with his towel. Exiting the bathroom he walked down the stairs and straight out the front door without a word or a look to anyone.
There was someone he had to talk to. Only one other person he could think of that Robyn might listen to.
Only one other person he might be able to get answers from.