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She rasps, “Pull out and come in the condom.”

I don’t think anything of it, but I listen and quickly pull out, believing she’s come, and I squeeze my dick, groaning against her skin as my balls empty, my sight blackening for a moment.

Fuck….

Breathing heavily, I pull my jeans back up, leaving the condom on, and wrap my arms around Perrie as she wraps hers around my neck, and I close my eyes when her face goes into the crook of my neck, her breath sending goosebumps along my skin.

Fuck me, she’s my home—the realization knocks me for a loop, and I squeeze my eyes tight as memories coming back tenfold.

“Fuck her harder, Oliver, or I’ll go get Elijah!” Aiden snaps, smacking my back with a cane, and my tears fall, and I thrust harder into the woman beneath me.

I move my head down, placing my nose against Perrie’s collarbone, trying to get rid of the memories. I don't want to run when I’ve finally had her, finally got her in my arms….

I don’t want to lose her.

I struggle as the guy holds my hands above my head while the woman rides me, and bile rises when she leans back a little and grabs my balls, squeezing them, wanting me to come, but I won’t; I haven’t for nearly a year.

My skin crawls as her hips move faster, her gray eyes determined….

“Fuck,” I choke.

Regret hits me hard because I know I’m now going to have to leave her.

I’m fucking filthy. I’m dirty. She wouldn’t want any part of me touching her, and now, because I’m selfish, because I love her, I allowed my dirt on her precious skin.

Fuck, no, please….

Slowly, I pull back, my body ignoring my pleas. I don’t make eye contact with Perrie as I do my jeans up.

“Ollie?” she whispers, and I shake my head, my eyes tearing up.

“I, uh, this was a mistake, Perrie. I shouldn’t have kissed you or-or…. I’m sorry,” I stutter with absolute heartbreak. I turn away from her, leaving her on the counter.

I finally got her back; I finally got my best friend back, and I’ve just fucking ruined everything in a moment of weakness.

I don’t fucking deserve her; I don’t deserve anyone.

8

Perrie – Age Twenty-Four

I blink rapidly to try and stop my tears as I watch Oliver—no,Acid, storm out of the diner, but they don’t stop; instead, they flow hard and fast as breathing becomes too goddamn hard.

Surely, he’s not about to leave, not after we…not now….

I watch with a lump in my throat as he climbs on his bike before spinning out of the parking lot without looking back. Sobs break through, and I cover my mouth, trying to silence them, but they continue to echo in the quiet diner.

My body shakes, and I squeeze my eyes tight, the disgust in his eyes hitting me so hard I feel like I’m about to vomit.

He kissed me; he took things that far, and I went along with it because deep down, I’m still that young teenager wishing for the boy she gave her heart to notice her.

God, I nearly came as well. If I didn’t have that little panic attack, my mind going back to the abortion and the pain I felt, and got him to pull out before coming, I would have orgasmed, and he-he….

Oh God, he left me….

Trying to breathe through my sobs, I slowly move off the counter, needing to get out of this place but in my haste, I slip. Gasping, I fall hard on my butt from the root beer splashed all over the floor. I place my hands down to brace for my fall, only to cry out as sharp pains shoot through my left palm, and I bring it up.

I let out a loud sob at the glass embedded in my palm as blood seeps from the wound. Gently, I grab it, pulling it out of my palm, causing more blood to spill at the same time.

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