She stood there, staring him down her brain counting both down and up from twenty lest she grab something to throw at Dorian. "Do I understand? Do I understand that I'm pregnant and the father of my baby is a god damn alcoholic bastard? That I'm going to have to stop working and stay at home a lot because I can't count on you for anything but a quick fuck and bruises I have to explain all the damn time? That you are so fucking scared and pissed off at women you're the reason we never had a chance at a normal relationship?" She knew the ranting questions would poke at him, possibly get him exploding with the cops showing up yet again. Crossing the room to her cabinets, she searched for all of five seconds before her hand found the box. She had to hold it, fingers crushing into the cardboard before finally turning and holding it out. "Where the fuck did the guy I meet go huh? Yea I get you discovered yourself after school, but why the fuck you gotta treat me like you do all them other whores. I loved you then Dorian, I still fucking love you even with all the shit we've both done... Now we're going to have a baby, and I'm not going to put up with you and this. So just get the fuck out. Maybe on Sunday when you've finished that box off and fucked a few of your sluts and bitched to Virgil who needs to leave me the fuck alone, I'll bring Red around so you can at least touch the only thing you've ever loved."