“A, why you treat’n me this way? Why you so mad at me?” Her voice choked with sobs. “Get up, Tiff,” he said again, “and put some clothes on.”
“A, why you chang’n up on me like this….I don’t understand,” Tiffany whispered her head was beginning to hurt.
Adalaih got up and stood over her and then reached down and placed a hand under each of her arms. Lifting her tiny frame from the floor, he tossed her onto the couch like a rag doll. By now, Tiffany’s nose was starting to bleed, partly from the drug and partly from the pain in her heart and head.
Adaliah walked over to the linen closet and got a small towel and wash cloth. He wet the washcloth with very cold water and put ice in the towel from the freezer. Tiffany made no attempt to help herself; she just sat on the sofa, her face covered with tears and blood. Adaliah sat down beside her. He handed her the washcloth and said, “Here Tiffany, clean your face up and then hold this ice on your nose to stop the bleeding.” She silently obeyed.
He looked at her and took a deep breath before speaking. “I’m sick of this relationship…I don’t want no junkie for my woman.”
“Why you keep call’n me a junkie?” she asked.
“Because you are and I’m fed up with you and your addiction….no more Tiff, this is it,” he said pointing to the left over cocaine.
“But…you gave it to me. You’re the one who got me started! You’re the one who showed me how to use it!!” she replied trying not to cry again.
Adaliah looked at her, shrugged his shoulders and then said, “That’s my job, little girl…I’m a dealer…you knew that when you met me. I’ve never lied to you about it. Yeah, I showed you how to use…and I’ve given you as much coke as you’ve wanted…but I didn’t make you an addict. You did that yourself.”
Tiffany sat completely still. She felt her entire body go numb. She knew that her relationship with Adaliah was coming to an end. She also knew that she could not let that happen, only she didn’t know if it was him or the drugs she needed the most. He was right, her cocaine use had started, and then escalated over the past 12 months of their relationship and now, she had to find a way to hang on to them both.
Adaliah got up and walked into the kitchen. He put on his shirt, but did not button it. Walking back over to where she sat, he picked up his keys from the coffee table.
“Please don’t go,” Tiffany said softly.
“This night is over. I’ll call you in a few days,” he told her and then opening the door and stepping into the hall, he headed home.