Page 93 of Filthy Little Secret

“Give me your phone,” he says.

As I retrieve it, he snatches it from my hands.

He pulls up a video and hands it to me.

I’m balls deep inside him, giving it to him as he begs for it as much as he always does.

My face is red. I’m horrified. On one hand, I’m freaked out that my body is exposed like that. That somehow it ended up online for everyone to look at. But this is all my fault. Somehow, someone got that video off my phone.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Fuck?” he asks. “That’s all you fucking have to say?”

“Mark, I don’t know how that video got out. I swear on my life. I never shared it with anyone. It was on my phone, and I swear to you I deleted them like the rest. I’ll get it taken down. I’m gonna make this right.”

“Make it right?” he asks, his words filled with contempt.

It pains me to see him like this, and hurts even more knowing he blames me as much as I blame myself.

“There’s no way to fucking make this right, Tim! It’s already out there. Greg just sent me the link—”

“Greg?”

I’m trying to think of how he could be responsible for this, but I can’t imagine a way. I deleted it the night we filmed it.

Regardless, someone got a hold of it.

“Can you imagine what Mom’s going to say when she sees it?” he asks. “When she hears about it? Oh, God.”

I start moving toward him, but stop myself. I want to console him. To make him know I’m going to make this better for him. To protect him.

Of course, how can he believe me after what just happened?

“Mark, please—”

“I’m going,” he mutters. “I have to tell my fucking parents before that monster Kendra does.”

His face trembles as he cries.

“I’ll go with you.”

“No. I think you’ve done enough to wreck my fucking life.”

“Don’t go. You don’t understand how much I care about you. I would never have done anything to put you at risk.”

“But you did. You hurt me so fucking much. Because I really did trust you. I guess that’s where I was stupid. Because obviously you lied to me about deleting those videos. And obviously you were off sharing them with someone who I guess now you know you can’t trust. Just like I can’t fucking trust you. Good-fucking-bye, Tim.”

He storms off.

I would never have done anything to hurt you, Mark.How doesn’t he understand that?

But I did.

I don’t even know how I did, and that’s what makes it even worse.

It reminds me of the night when that guy hit him.

It’s not him. It’s that I’m such a fucking mess of bad decisions. A magnet for trouble.

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