“Maybe because you want to ruin things for me? God knows you’re trying hard to suck all the enjoyment out of this experience.” He slams his fists down on the desk, and I jump, unused to seeing Reeve so angry and wound up. “You couldn’t just give me one night without all this shit? You didn’t even congratulate me! I am so sick of the two of you in my ear, and it’s got to stop!” he shouts.
Forcing my pain aside at his hurtful words, I latch on to my anger instead. “What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing all night? I was sidelined so you could have your moment in the spotlight with her. You haven’t even spent five minutes with me, so when the fuck was I supposed to congratulate you?! When Reeve?” I throw my hands in the air. “She’s been clinging to your side all night, and I’ve put up with it even though my heart feels like it’s being ripped apart. Do you have any idea how hard tonight has been for me, you selfish self-absorbed prick?”
“I’mselfish?” he roars, putting his face all up in mine. “That is fucking rich, coming from you. Your selfishness is ruining my career!” His eyes roll back in his head, and I step back, horrified as realization dawns.
“You’re on something. You did drugs with her!” I clamp a hand over my mouth. “My God, Reeve. What is she doing to you? What are you doing to yourself?” Reeve is notoriously anti-drugs, having seen how it’s destroyed the careers of many people in Hollywood. I just can’t believe how quickly he has let go of all his beliefs and his morals. How easily he has let himself be manipulated by the lifestyle and the people around him who profess to care for him but only care for themselves.
“So, what if I did?” He shrugs. “We all did a line after the premiere. It’s not a big deal.”
“Maybe not to you. But it is to me.” I move toward the door. “I don’t even know who you are anymore, Reeve.”
“I could say the same thing to you.”
“Then I guess we both know what to do.” Without saying another word, I exit the room, feeling like someone has taken a machete to my heart.