Page 417 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

My fists are clenched so tight that my nails are cutting into my palms, but it’s nothing compared to this burn in my chest.

I can’t do this anymore.

I can’t be this anymore.

It’s all a lie.

This whole fucking thing’s a lie.

I can’t pretend to be in control when I’m falling apart.

“I need you to go.” The words come out in sharp, broken gasps, cutting me open and making me bleed as they leave. “Please. I need you to go.”

I can’t focus. I can’t think.

All I see is Ben⁠—

a pile of skin and muscle,

looking up at me like I’m the monster.

I want him to stop looking at me.

“Do you not hear me?” I choke out,

my voice breaking.

“I said leave, Ben.

“Get out of my face!”

He’s frozen on the marble,

as if he's scared to move.

As if he’s waiting for me to take it back,

for me to stop.

As if I’ll fucking stop.

“Ben, go!” I say again.

“Allison—”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!” I scream,

the words ripping up my throat.

Finally, he stands,

stumbles toward his clothes.

He slams the door behind him,

and I’m left standing there, shaking, choking on the emptiness as the beat to this fucking song slams inside my head.

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