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I take deep breaths to get my breathing under control as nausea hits me, the urge to scrub my cock red raw pulling me, and I try to ignore it as Brandy stands and turns, bending over my bed, showing me her bare, glistening cunt.

I swallow the bile that comes up and breathe through the urge to kick her out, and grab a condom instead.

It’s just sex….I repeat over and over as I slide the condom on my flaccid dick, giving it a few tugs before shoving three fingers inside Brandy, making her moan.

Just sex….

“Shove your tongue inside my hole, sweetheart,” the woman moans as a man holds my head at her cunt.

I gag at the smell, trying to pull away, but the guy shoves my head forward, and then grabs my cock, yanking it a few times before he threatens, “Do as she says, or I’ll fuck your ass.”

Tears spring to my eyes as I do as I’m told, her nasty taste hitting my tastebuds, and she moans, moving her hips against my tongue.

The guy doesn’t let go of my dick, his hold tightening, and my tears fall as the woman comes on my tongue, the juices coating my cheeks.

“Yes, yes!” she screams, gripping my head as the guy starts to move his hand, trying to get me hard, which rarely happens now, my mind finally able to go against my body’s instincts.

He growls with frustration before he places a condom on me, and then maneuvers me so I’m leaning over the woman. Her cheeks are sunken in, her eyes cold and dead, track marks marring her arms, yet she grins.She’s fucking pathetic and disgusting.

The man places my dick at her entrance and forces me to thrust forward, and she grins, “Come on baby, get hard for mommy….”

Bile rises again, and I squeeze my eyes tight.

I gasp as I jump up in bed, sweat drenching me, my breathing hard.

Fuck, fuck, fuck….

“They’re dead, you killed them,” I repeat over and over, trying to calm my racing heart.

I run a hand through my hair before grabbing my phone. My heart thunders when I see a missed call from Perrie, but instead of calling her back, knowing she’s most likely hurt about Cass leaving, no thanks to Steal, whose balls she’s going to tear off, I put my phone down and climb out of bed, walking over to the shared bathroom I have with Piston.

I turn the shower on as hot as it will go before climbing in, allowing the hot water to scald my body as I place my hands on the shower wall, willing for the memories to disappear.

“They’re dead,” I repeat as I squeeze my eyes tight.

This is why I won’t let Perrie in. This is why I can’t make her mine, even though my heart and soul belong to her. They have since the moment she put an angry teenager in his place.

She deserves better than me, than my dirt, and the day she finds someone better, someone other than me, will be the day I crumble to pieces.

4

Perrie – Age Eighteen

Giggles echo from underneath my door, and I tense my jaw, trying my hardest not to snap.

Ever since Cassidy told me about Mom’s affair, I cut all ties with Andrea without any explanation. She showed up here, at my home, sobbing to my mother that she hadn’t heard from me in a month, that Cass stopped her from attending my father’s funeral.

And what does dear old mother do? She invites her in without any care in the world, then proceeds to chew me out.

I’ve barely said two words to her since, spending most of my nights at the apartment above the gym.

I shove some more clothes into my duffle, then grab the photos of my dad off my vanity.

I can’t stay here any longer. All I see is my dad and the memories of him; all I hear is my mom’s fake laughter for a girl she probably wishes was her daughter and who spends way too much time here.

Bitter? Maybe, do I care? Not really.

She acts like the heartbroken widow, but how can you be when you screwed someone else for a year, encouraging that man to leave his wife only to say “sorry, no thanks”, then allow your ex-lover's daughter to force her way into your daughter’s life?

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