He ducked out of the way of the glass she threw against the wall. But he couldn’t avoid the contents of the Wild Turkey and ice that spilled out onto his shirt. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” he said.
Anne searched the room for something else she could hurl at him. Her feet gave way and the room spun. A moment later, she saw Joseph walk towards her and felt his hands on her helping her off the floor. “Fuck off,” she said. “I can get up myself.” She slapped at his hands and snarled.
He let her go and she fell back down. Her head hit the floor. Anne pulled herself up again. She didn’t feel shame in falling down. She felt angry. “I don’t know why you’re upset,” he said. “You’ve told me many times you’re tired of supporting me. I’ll just be gone for a week to sign some papers, record the tracks, and then I’ll be right back.”
“Like hell you are,” she said. “You’re leaving me. You got a free ride for a couple of years and now that you don’t need me anymore, you’re splitting town. You fucking prick.”
“I asked you if you wanted to come, and you told me you didn’t want to,” he said. “What more do you want me to do. I have a career to think about.”
“You don’t have a fucking career,” she said. “You’re washed up. You know it and I know it. No one knows who the fuck you are.”
“That might be true,” he said. “But I can at least make a living. You would try to keep me from that?”
“I’m trying to keep you from running off with your whore,” Anne said. She gathered herself up from the floor. “You don’t have anything to say about that?” She stared at him. He looked ridiculous. His shirt was soaked from her whiskey. She regretted throwing it, but only because she needed a drink.
“There’s nothing to say to that,” he said. “You’re just making things up. I can’t defend myself from your imagination.”
She rushed him and pelted his chest with her fists. Never in her life had she wanted to hurt someone so much, to leave a lasting scar that would mark him forever.
“How much did you drink tonight?” he said.
“What the fuck do you care?” she said. She backed up a few steps from him. “Are you my fucking mother now?”
“You know I can’t be around that shit too much. You know I’m trying to stay sober and you’re not helping. And then you wonder why I want a few days to myself,” he said.
I think the little prick is going to cry, she thought. “That’s right,” she said. “You don’t drink. You don’t do drugs. You don’t like to go out at night. You won’t go to parties. All that you ever want to do is play with your toys and fuck your whores.” The room spun faster now. She felt her legs go limp and her forehead as it bounced against the hardwood floors.
It’s all useless, she thought. He doesn’t love me anymore. I gave up everything for him. My marriage. My soul. The last good years of my life. All for this selfish prick. I need a fucking drink.
Anne closed her eyes and wished it would all go away.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw a strange ceiling. Fuck my life, she thought. She tried to get up, but felt the tug of the IV in her arm. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
Her head hurt. She thought, Where the fuck am I?