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your ass there this moment if I thought I had a chance in hell of getting you to put off the New Year’s gig.”
    “The concert is more important than me, Cain. It’s raising money for people that need it, and there isn’t a thing you could possibly say to make me change my mind.” Cain was quiet for a moment.
    “To be honest, you are far more important than a damn concert, but I know it’s important to you. So, we’ll do the concert and January first we’ll check out and go home, then you’ll check in. I’ll get Harry to find a reputable place.” I nodded again. I wasn’t stupid; I knew I needed help this time. There was something different about my binges. They had become almost desperate, violent in their intensity to make me forget. “Tell me you’ll do it this time, Violet?” Cain’s voice was tight with emotion. “If not for yourself, do it for me.”
    I reached for his hand that lay almost protectively on my head. I linked his fingers with mine and dragged them around my body and under my head using them as a pillow of sorts.
    “I’ll do whatever it takes,” I confessed. And I honestly would. I simply couldn’t refuse Cain.

    I had visited the day spa the day before; my dark roots were gone, replaced with the flawless lilac that had become an extension of my very being, my twisted ends bouncing just above my waist. I wore a black dress that spilled elegantly to the floor, sparkling with crusted crystals on the bodice; a slit from floor to hip gave a long tantalizing view of my leg that was finished with a sparkling five inch black heel. The teardrop amethyst necklace Cain had given me for Christmas was the only jewelry I wore. With a long inhale, I raced the coiled twenty dollar bill along the line of white powder on my bathroom vanity. Once again, Loui had come through for me. Once again, Cain had no idea and would no doubt be sorely disappointed if he knew, but I needed it tonight. I wouldn’t have been able to make it through an hour, let alone an entire set without a couple of lines. I was feeling destructive right now, and that combined with the cocaine was a messy and dangerous combination. I carefully cleaned away any signs of the powder from my nostrils and drank the last of my whiskey.
    “Violet, you ready?” Cain knocked on the door. I slipped the empty bag of cocaine into a can of Mountain Dew and threw it in the small trash bin.
    “I’m ready,” I sang as I pulled the door open. Cain’s lips turned up with approval as he took in my appearance.
    “Stunning as usual. How about me? See what I did here?” He turned and pointed at his hair that was twisted into a tidy, artful knot at the back of his head rather than its usual messy coil.
    “Wow, brushed your hair and all. This is a special night.” I laughed. He held out his elbow, and I graciously accepted it. As he walked me out of the room and to the elevator, his eyes darted almost discreetly to mine. I knew what he was looking for, and I knew he saw it instantly.
    “Violet,” he hissed angrily.
    “Cain, unless you want me detoxing on stage and completely losing it, I needed to. It was my last time, by the way. It will see me through tonight and tomorrow, well…” I shrugged. “I’ll probably start getting sick and jittery soon after that, and by the time you get me to a rehab facility I’ll be a complete mess.” Cain sighed as he took my fingers and linked them through his. He didn’t say anything, and I knew he was mad. His anger was different this time, no longer threaded with disappointment, but instead an intense frustration. It was only a short ten minute limo ride to the exclusive club, Diamond Jazz, who had paid top dollar for our attendance tonight. It was a three hour set that would finish with a midnight countdown, broken into thirds with half hour breaks between each. The club was enormous and glamorous, maintaining an old world elegance of the 1950’s. A little more than three hundred guests had paid