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Back to the version of myself people still respected. Weeks passed. I ignored every call, every question. Then I heard it. Lucy was sent away. To one of those centers where they ship off addicts. Sex rehab. Clean living. Psychological recovery. But I laughed. Because I know Lucy. You can’t treat what she is. She’s not addicted to attention. Not to thrill. She’s addicted to cocks. To sin. To losing control, and dragging everyone down with her. She ruined me once. I won’t give her the chance to do it again.

When I just got out of rehab, I saw a parked Audi. This luxury car appeared out of place next to the small rehab center. I glanced at it and was about to leave. The person who got out of the car called me. It was Mark. He looked more mature than three years ago. But I only took one glance at him.. My teacher at the rehab said it was impolite to stare at others, especially someone you liked. Having spent three years at the rehab, I had been completely brainwashed by teachers there.

He told me that Tommy had been clean for almost two years before falling back into addiction on salts. "You know that new peace-love-doper place on 105th?" asked Keegs. "Apparently, they're selling more out of that place than just granola and Jesus sandals. They got some kind of coven worship going on in the basement." He drank half of the pint and wiped his mouth with agitation.

To the dark. “I’m addicted,” I said. Voice low. Barely above a whisper. “To cock. To being used. To the feeling of being stretched, filled, taken until I can’t think. I’ve tried everything—apps, clubs, strangers in parking lots, gangbangs in hotel rooms. Nothing works anymore. The high fades faster each time. I need more. I need to be broken.” Silence. I kept going.

His daughter seeing him like that. I shudder, my boner is long gone after thinking about his situation. It helps being paired with someone who got that bad because it makes you appreciate that you caught your problem early. The counselor that speaks with us during class says my addiction is about a level 2, which is a very manageable level. He also said mine leans more towards a sex addiction then a porn addiction. "Hey baby," Curt calls out the window as Leena basically skips to the car. She frowns seeing me in her spot. But immediately shifts her gaze to Hailey. Probably making sure she is okay.

" I am not cheating on you. I have never cheated on you ; even when you were at the hospital , when you couldn't remember me , and when you were only remembering the bad stuff ... I still wanted you and I still want you and only you my baby love. I am still falling for you. " "This suite?" " I used it as a sexy time hide away . I never saw the use for it until this morning. I don't want there to be secrets between us. I was an addict. I am a recovering addict . That doesn't mean that the temptation isn't there. I was so heavy into sex, porn, drugs and alcohol. I turned to them because they numbed the pain." "What kind of pain?"

I grimaced at his remark even though it was partially true. "Your ass is my responsibility, so yes I was worried. Whatever, the point is, you need to tell me where you go from now on, because I thought you were at some club or something. And you know what we are here for, right?" He waved his hand non nonchalantly. "Yeah, yeah, Playboy Rehab." "Um, what?" I asked. "We're here for Playboy Rehab. You know, trying to turn me into a better person." I couldn't help but laugh, Playboy Rehab, really? How stupid.

dad replied, “You had such a positive out look on life. I wanted you to have that happiness, instead of looking over your shoulder for the rest of your life.” “Why did you tell Kent then?” I fumed. I can’t believe they’ve kept this secret from me. “Well, when Kent was 17 he was already in a gang,” dad sighed. “I didn’t know dad had a gang, until I made my first drug deal with his gang,” Kent admitted. “Okay,” I sighed, finally letting everything sink in. “We were just trying to protect you,” mom assured. “I understand that,” I breathed, “But who is Ken Walter, and why did you sell me to him.”

Chapter 8 #Austin The atmosphere is luxuriant and relaxed, with a piece of slow music playing on the radio Austin sat on the mild pricey cushion with his legs crossed and sipped from his liquor The internet is bumbled up, but it's just for the moment, he has ordered Becky and Xander to take care of the internet All it will take to clear the video from the internet is cash, and he has a lot of it's He isn't concerned about what the people of Mexico City says All he cares about is wiping the video off the internet While he constructs a perfect plan for Don Epifanio, his greatest Rival of all time He stared at his wounded knuckles and sigh, he was damn angry a moment ago all thanks to Don Epifa

Claire saw another meaningful smile on the soul reaper's lips. "What?!" Claire suddenly stood up. "So, here's the deal," Gami said nonchalantly as he gestured for her to sit down again. "There's this illuminati inside your world who aims to live forever. One illuminati soul equal ten evil human souls. Just give me two of them and I'll help you return as Claire. You can do what you want to ask for forgiveness to that vampire. That's all you want to happen, isn't it?" Claire blinked. If Gami speak, it seems as if it is that easy to do what he says. According to him, the illuminati plan to live forever.