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You can’t say that. It will be like olden times where men get you committed and I don’t need that bad juju in my life.

Cameron

Did I do something wrong?

Oh Gosh.

It’s like I kicked him and he’s a sweet innocent puppy. The guilt morphs in my stomach, brewing as I wrap an arm around myself.

This is torture.

A reminder that I’m a bad person. Bad omega. Not fit for an alpha.

Cameron is so sweet when we text and I know that he knows we’re scent matches. He is like the young brother of the group. He talks to me about how sometimes he hates how he got that role but other times he appreciates the love he is surrounded by.

And here I am disappointing someone else in my life. At least I stay consistent with that.

Cameron

Can we talk?

Talk about how I’m now so anxious that I have to take a pill to make me calm down or that the medicine I’m on gives me such a tummy ache and am drinking Pepto Bismol like it’s a glass of water.

All because I got sad and can’t stop being sad. Why can’t my brain just stop sending sad signals?

This is not going how I thought life would be. This is really not my journey. Is it?

Cameron

You’re not answering but you have read receipts on.

FRICK.

I start typing. I deleted it. I start again. Stop.

Cameron

I’m coming over.

Sadie

How did you get my address?

Cameron

Google, brat.

No. No. No.

Looking around the shoebox I live in the panic is so strong I dry heave.

I need to light a candle. I need to hide my dirty laundry. I need to rinse out the wine bottles I have next to my sink so he doesn’t think I’m an alcoholic.

Am I an alcoholic?

I have been drinking a lot lately. Can I even drink when I’m on these meds?

FOCUS.

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