And then someone had me in a headlock and was pulling me through the club. I struggled against the painful grip.
Suddenly I was outside and deposited on the ground. Marco punched me square in the jaw, and I fell backward into the gravel.
“Snap out of it, Maxx! Before Gash gets wind of your little tirade!” Marco snarled, flexing the hand he had just used to lay me out.
I rubbed at my face, working my jaw to make sure nothing was broken. “I can’t find Aubrey,” I explained, not caring how pathetic it sounded.
“Is that what’s set you off?” Marco rolled his eyes and pulled out his cell phone, handing it to me. I looked at it, not registering what he was trying to say.
He threw it in my lap. “Call her, dipshit.”
I picked up the phone with trembling fingers. Why hadn’t I thought of that?
I could barely dial her number, I was shaking so badly. When I finally put the phone to my ear and listened to it ring, I wasn’t sure I could handle the wait for her to answer. What if she had left me for good? What the hell was I going to do if she was finally done with me? I wouldn’t be able to survive her leaving me.
“Hello?” Her voice sent a flood of relief through my body.
“Aubrey!” I let out in a rush.
“Maxx,” she said. She sounded strange. Not upset . . . but different. But I wasn’t interested in that right now. All I wanted to know was why she had left me.
“Where are you?” I asked, my heart in my throat as I tried to control my panic.
She sighed in my ear. “At your apartment.”
“Why are you there?”
“I felt sick. I didn’t want to ruin your night.” There was that tone again. The one I should probably spend more time paying attention to.
“I’m coming home. I’ll take care of you,” I promised her.
“Okay,” Aubrey said softly. We hung up after that, and I gave Marco his phone back. I got to my feet, a smile on my face. Marco arched an eyebrow at me and snorted.
“All better now?” he mocked. I punched him in the shoulder just hard enough for it to hurt. Call it a little payback.
“Oh yeah,” I said, already going back into the club.
I told Aubrey I would come home. But I didn’t go home. Not right away. I had a pocketful of pills I still had to sell, which Marco was sure to remind me of.
So I continued to sling the pills and made my money, selling them at double the price. Club kids were f**king stupid. They had too much of Mommy and Daddy’s money and not enough brain cells. But it worked out well for me.
Many of my customers shared the joy, and I was able to get a nice, good high without dipping into the supply. Now that I knew Aubrey was safe, I could enjoy the rest of my night.
After a while, I completely forgot that I had told her I was on my way home.
Until I got there and found her waiting up for me. I was f**ked-up and tired. I just wanted to sleep.
She was angry with me, I could tell. But the state I was in, I didn’t care. She tried to talk to me, but I walked by her and went straight to my bedroom, where I promptly passed out.
I woke up ten hours later, my body aching and sore and already in the throes of some heavy withdrawal, and Aubrey wasn’t beside me. She was gone again, though this time she had left a note. I picked up a piece of paper from the pillow beside me and squinted in the late-afternoon light that filtered through my window. I scanned the contents, trying to make sense of it.
Aubrey had gone back to her place. She wasn’t coming back tonight. She’d see me during the week.
Shit. I had really messed up.
I knew she was upset with me. And in the harsh light of sobriety, my body trembling, my stomach ready to heave, I just couldn’t handle it. I needed her. I needed my girl, who made it all better.
Without a thought about what I was doing, I picked up the phone and called her. She answered right before it went to voice mail, as though she had been debating whether or not to pick up.
“Please come back,” I cried, my voice breaking on a sob. I didn’t allow her to say anything. I just cried into the phone, pleading with her to come back to me. I needed her so f**king badly. I ached. I hurt. I wanted more pills. But for the first time I was pretty sure that I wanted her more.
“I can’t, Maxx,” she said regretfully.
I wouldn’t accept that. “Aubrey, please! I want to hold you. I just need to be with you right now. I’ll come there if I have to,” I said desperately. I would do whatever she wanted so long as I could touch her. Just touch her. I craved it.
Aubrey sighed, and I knew I had her. “I’ll be there in a few minutes,” she finally said, giving me exactly what I needed.
She arrived at my apartment fifteen minutes later, looking like the answer to all of my prayers, if I was a praying sort of guy. I pulled her to the couch and buried myself in her. And she gave herself to me just as she always did.
I was in too much emotional chaos to feel that there was a distance that hadn’t been there before, that she was pulling away from me.
I was too thankful to have her naked body beneath me, her mouth on mine. I ignored everything else.
It wasn’t until after we were finished, and she was making her excuses to leave, that I realized what was missing.
Her.
I had had her body for a time, but I didn’t have her heart. And that made me wild.
Later that evening, after I had taken a few pills to even myself out and was feeling more in control, I decided to confront her. Aubrey had just walked into my apartment, and I watched as she dropped her purse on the table and came over to the couch where I was sitting.
She gave me a smile that seemed disingenuous. She didn’t reach out to touch me like she normally did. She didn’t lean in to kiss me. She sat beside me, a careful distance between us. Her altered behavior distressed me.
“What’s going on with you, Aubrey? I feel like you’re purposefully holding back from me,” I said, trying not to sound as pathetic as I was feeling. I watched as a myriad of emotions flickered across her face. I grabbed her hand and lifted it to my lips, unable to hold myself back from touching her a moment longer.
She yanked her hand back, and I watched as anger settled over her features. She gave me her coldest stare. “Why should I give you everything when you give me nothing? When you’re willing to stop the crap you do, then maybe I can trust you with all of me.”
My mouth hung open in shock. Aubrey never talked to me like this. She never got angry and pissed. “What?” I asked as she got to her feet. It was then that I saw the tears in her eyes, and I was at a loss.