The shirt drops to the floor, forgotten, as he leans down, his mouth trailing along the curve of my neck, setting my skin on fire while his hand grasps my neck in his signature move.
I giggle, the sound breathless, half laugh, half moan.
He pulls me toward the bed, and just like that, nothing else matters but us.
“God, I missed you so much,” he says as his lips find mine again. He pushes me to lie on the bed and moves on top of me. His mouth collides with mine as he rocks his hips into me, his hard cock making itself well known to me.
Suddenly, I feel cautious. Colt is high, and I don’t want our first time together tainted by drugs and alcohol. I pull back, shift my hands to his shoulders, and slightly push so he knows I want him to stop. He does and looks at me with a concerned frown.
“Colt, I’m sorry. I love you, but we need to talk. I need to know and understand that you know you have a problem and that you need to seek some help,” I say, looking into his eyes.
The spark I saw slowly fades.
He huffs and rolls off me to sit on the edge of the bed. “Dee, I’m fine now you’re back. As long as you stay with me, I’ll be fine,” he says unconvincingly.
I shake my head and frown. “Colt, I know you want to believe those words, but you have an addiction, and I have no idea how to help you. You need to come back to London and go to a clinic where we can get you some help. You’ve beaten this before, you can do it again.”
He exhales loudly and stands, rubbing the back of his neck. “You think I can’t handle it? You think I’m turning into my father? Well, you’rewrong! I’mfine. I don’t need to go to rehab. I can quit any time I like,” he states while pacing the room.
“Colt, I never said you were turning into your father.”
“No, but you’re thinking it. I can see it in your eyes. You think I’m a junkie. You think I’m crazy. Well, I’mnot. I’m nothing like my father. Nothing!” he yells, which makes me jump slightly.
I stare at this man in front of me and wonder how it went from amazing to agonizing in a split second. “Colt, please. Please come back to London with me. We can get you somewhere nice,and I’ll visit every day. You can’t stay the way you are. I mean, look at you. You’re fading away. I love you and hate to see you like this,” I reply while he continues pacing the floor.
“Yeah? Well, maybeIdon’t think I need to change. MaybeIam fine just the wayIam. Maybe I don’t needyouto help me.” He walks over to the drawers and starts looking through them.
“Colt, what are you looking for?”
“None of your damn business,” he says as he throws things out of the drawer.
I stand and walk over to him and push.
He falls forward into the drawers. “What the fuck, Dee?” He glares at me.
I point in his face. “You think you don’t have a problem? You think you can give up anytime? Well, do you even realize that you’re looking for drugs as we speak? You’re trying to tell me you don’tneedthem, but all the time you’re saying it, you’re looking for them.” I throw my hands in the air.
“Well, maybe ifyoudidn’t leave me,Iwouldn’t need them,” he hisses, small amounts of spittle hitting my face.
Damn!Those words cut me deep, knocking the wind out of me.
“Colt, seriously? You’re going to blameyourweakness onmeand try to makemefeel bad because of the wayyou’reacting? Have you even taken a look at yourself lately? You look terrible and are obviously concerned you’ll turn out like your dad becauseyoubrought it up. Well, news flash, honey, your dad is dead! And if you keep doing what you’re doing, thenyouwill be too,” I blurt out as I walk away.
He grabs my wrist and pulls me in front of him. “How dare you talk to me like that. I’m only acting this way because ofyou, woman! You broke me, Dee. You. Broke. Me. Youare the reason I can’t live, andyouare the reason I started using again.Youleft me, Dee… not once, but twice.” He pauses.
“What the hell do you expect from me? I’m not a magician. I can’t simply turn my feelings off, and right now, I’m feeling like you’re only here to make yourself feel better for making the invincible rock god, Colter Slade, into something everyone hates. Well,news flashto you,honey, I like my life right now. I don’t have to worry about you or your stupid father. I don’t have to worry about being a perfect prince for you because, Dee, I’m not. I’m not a prince. I’m the evil troll who lives under the damn bridge, who’ll corrupt and hurt you. I’m not going to change, and why the fuck should I?For you?Ha!Youmade me this way.Youcan bloody well watch the aftermath thatyoucreated,” he roars, letting go of me and walking over to the nightstand. He opens the drawer and laughs as he pulls out a baggie of white powder, while I stand in stunned silence.
I fold my arms and look at him with utter contempt. “Colter Slade… I swear if you touch that stuff—”
“You’ll what? You’ll fucking leave? That’s what you do. It’s your M.O. You come in, make everyone love you, then you fly back out, taking our hearts with you and crushing them into tiny little fucking pieces,” he interrupts as he walks over to the coffee table and empties the baggie on its surface.
I scowl and can’t help but feel anger building inside of me. “Are you seriously going to snort that shit in front of me?”
He smiles and pulls out his wallet while I stand and watch. Then he takes a note and rolls it up, making a tube.
“I swear to God, Colt, if you snort that, we’re done… finished. There will be no coming back. Last chance! Please come back to London with me to get some help,” I plead.
“No can do,honey.” The contempt in his voice drips like poison, and the way he sayshoneyfeels like an invisible slap to the face. “No one can help me.” He leans down and snorts the cocaine through the rolled note.
