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Where the fuck is my self-restraint?
ChapterEleven
CLARK
I’m losing my fucking mind. The minute I watched Marley come from just my words, I was fucking gone. She’s got me dry humping her in the middle of her bedroom.
The two of us crash into her desk, breathing heavily, our faces inches from one another.
“I’m coming. I’m going to come.” She pants.
The two of us come down together before she shoves me off her.
“Get the fuck out of here, Clark,” she says.
I stare at her, still breathing heavily.
“When are you going to realize this is going to happen?” I ask.
“It’s not going to happen. You’ve got a fucking girlfriend, and I’m not going to hurt Mitch like that,” she says, walking past me to open her bedroom door.
“We’ll see,” I say, before walking out.
She slams the door and I walk back to my room.
“Fuck!” I yell, pushing all the shit off my dresser.
Who did I piss off in a past life? I know I’ve done some shitty stuff in my life, but what did I do to deserve this shit?
“Fuck,” I repeat, running my hand over my face.
I’m exhausted from the emotions coursing through my veins. Just looking at Marley is killing me. The last thing I want is for her to move off to college, but at this point, I don’t think I can handle being around her much longer.
I try to remember a time where my life didn’t feel like it was so suffocating, but the longer I’m stuck in this hell, the harder it is.
“Clark, please don’t get yourself involved in this,” my mother begs.
“I can’t just let him do this to you, Mom.”
“Please. I know what I’m doing.”
She’s sitting on the couch in our living room, her hands covering her face, crying.
She just told me that she’s being blackmailed. I told her I’d take care of it, but she told me to stay out of everything.
“How did this even happen?” I ask her, walking over to join her on the couch.
“I thought he loved me,” she says, looking up at me with the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, Mom.” I put my hand on her back, rubbing it across.
“How pathetic is that?”
My ex-girlfriend’s dad has somehow got my mom in the palm of his hands.
“What does he have on you?”
“I don’t want to tell you. I’m embarrassed,” she says, wiping her eyes.
