Page 282 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

Only an hour.

It’s only been an hour.

And all I can see is the sex tape.

But instead of Bianca, it’s me—mascara raining down flushed cheeks as a cock pumps into my mouth, hair yanked back before getting railed from behind.

The dam didn’t only break. It’s weeping.

And the scary part is that I know in this moment, as much as I only crave Andrew, I’d cave to just about anyone to make this feeling stop. And I hate myself for it. I’m nothing if not one more person in his life who’s choosing addiction over him.

Raymond steps up behind me, pressing his chest into my back. “Hell, when’s the last time you slept, Baby?”

“I want to get help,” I blurt out,

and the words break me open,

words I’ve never said before.

They rip out of me so fast they take my spine with them. “I can’t—I can’t live like this anymore. I don’t want to do this anymore. I need help.”

I turn fast,

staring up at him,

tears waiting in my eyes.

“Please.

“I’ve never asked you for anything.

I hate that I'm begging.

But I don't care.

“I’m serious.

“Take me to rehab.

“Whatever.

“Get me out of here.

“Far, far away.

“Where Hunter can’t find me.

“I want to be better. Right now.”

I need you.

I want normal.

I want to be normal.

“I want to be right in the fucking head,

“Raymond, PLEASE!”