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One thing is for sure, I don’t know how much more I can take.

I need to figure out what the fuck is going on and soon.

Before I do anything else I regret.

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Twenty

Hailee

Practice today was tiring,but not as brutal as usual. So instead of showering and leaving with the girls, I tell them I’m heading out early. Then I hide out, waiting to see if I can catch Tiffany meeting with Mr. Kendall again. Or maybe overhear something I shouldn’t.

It’s dangerous, but I’m getting tired of the ruse, and I don’t know how much more I can take. I need to figure this shit out and quickly so I can have my life back.

Each day keeping my distance from Nate and Willow is killing my soul. I’m not sure if I’ll make it much longer.

I’m about to walk past a door when suddenly an arm reaches out, grabbing me to pull me inside.

“What are you doing?” I gasp as Nate pulls me into the boy’s locker room.

Our practice ran late today, leaving the building empty. I didn’t even know he was still here.

“Bend over.”

He presses me against the cool wall to press himself into my ass.

“No. Why? We said we wouldn’t do this again.”

Even as I say the words, my ass presses back against his erection.

“I hate you, Hailee, but fuck if my dick doesn’t want to fuck you. So bend the fuck over, put your hands on the wall and keep quiet unless you’re screaming my name.”

Swallowing hard, I do as he asks.

I haven’t changed out of my uniform yet. I think he likes that. He spends a minute looking over my ass before he flips up my skirt, running his hand along my ass where my Spanx stretch.

I hear him mutter to himself under his breath before his hand lands on my ass with a resounding slap.

I gasp, moving forward as my ass heats with the sting. Just as quickly as it stings, it sends a jolt of pleasure to my core.

“Such a bad girl. It’s okay, babe. I’ll fuck the bad out of you. I’ll fuck you until neither one of us remember why we hate each other.”

I don’t say a word. Nate doesn’t want a response. He wants to fuck me then hate himself for it afterward. I’m dumb enough to let him because I want him to fuck me just as bad.

I want him. Plain and simple.

Somewhere over the last several months, I’ve fallen in love with him.

It kills me to see the hate in his eyes. To know that he will use my body then walk away, hating himself more for giving in to the temptation he can’t seem to avoid. We are stuck in this never-ending cycle of toxicity.

It’s my cross to bear. My sin to atone for.

I don’t want him to hate himself, but I also have no self-control when it comes to him. I’ll take any little scrap of attention he gives me, even if it’s negative.

I’m weak and I know it, but I accept it. I need him in my life, even if it’s only to hate me.

When this is over, I’m not sure how I’ll move on without him because there is no doubt in my mind that he will cut all ties with me.

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