“What are you doing?” Jerking my eyes to Rylee, she stares at me. Her tits on display for me, so soft with her rock hard nipples. Shit, I need to stop this!
“I fucked up, Rylee. Goddamn it!” Slamming my hands against the wall, I knew this was a mistake. One I can’t take back, or make up for. What the hell do I do now?
“What are you talking about? I wanted it, Black. I want you.” Hearing the hitch in her voice rips at my soul. Turning to her slowly, she’s on the verge of tears.
“I helped raise you, Rylee! What the fuck am I doing?” Running my hand through my hair again, I shake my head. I need to get out of this room.
“You’re doing what you feel! Why can’t you feel it?” Screaming at me, I can’t do this. I feel something for sure but I can’t tell her that. She’s eighteen years old!
“I took you to get stitches when you were twelve! I fuckin’ raised you, Rylee! FUCK!” Grabbing my boots and shirt, I throw them on before moving toward the door.
“Don’t do this to me, Black! You know I love you!” With the door cracked open, I hear a grunt, from the hallway before glancing out.
“I don’t know shit.” Tweak holds his hands up as he walks past me. Shit’s just getting worse!
“Get your fuckin’ clothes on.” Slamming the door behind me, I need a fucking drink.
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