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Okay, so thank you to XxIceCreamHeadachexX and mooniexmisfit for reviewing my story. Your reviews made me smile, so this chapter is for you two.

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I awoke early the next morning, still half asleep I groggily slipped out of the bed, the cold air instantly hitting my body. I shivered slightly as I headed towards the kitchen with one thing on my mind. Coffee. I needed to wake up, and warm up.

My feet lightly padded across the tiled floor in the kitchen. I lazily turned the kettle on, and grabbed a mug from the cupboard. Taking a spoon out of the draw, I began putting the sugar and coffee into the mug.

I yawned loudly and stretched my arms high above my head. Turning around slightly, my eyes focused on the hallway. Memories of last night’s events came rushing back to me. Panic and guilt began to rise inside me. I had made a promise to Pete that I was positive I wouldn’t be able to keep.

Last night, making that promise felt so right. Sure, I didn’t want to lose Pete and yeah, I didn’t want to die any time soon. But to give up my drugs completely? I wasn’t so sure I could do that. The drugs were the only things that could make me forget about my shitty self. And fuck, I sure as hell didn’t want to give up the feeling of being free.

The whistle of the kettle brought me back to reality. Shaking my head to regain my composure, I walked over to the kettle and began to pour the hot water into my mug. The sweet aroma immediately filled my nose.

Jumping slightly as two arms wrapped themselves around my waist and making me almost spill the hot coffee that was now securely held in my hands.

“Good morning, love,” Pete whispered before he lightly kissed my neck. His hands slightly lifted the shirt I was wearing and he began to gently rub my stomach, sending a chill up and down my spine. I wasn’t sure how he has the ability to make me lose control of myself just with a touch, I only wished I did the same to him.

“Morning,” I mumbled, feeling dizzy at Pete’s touch.

Pete firmly pressed his body against mine as he reached for a mug put of the cupboard. Still keeping an arm wrapped protectively around my waist, he began making his own coffee. I wondered why Pete kept an arm possessively wrapped around me, but didn’t question it.

“I’m so happy,” Pete sighed, before he took a sip of his coffee.

“Why’s that?” I asked as I took a sip from my own coffee.

Pete gently kissed my neck again as he hand began rubbing my stomach softly once more. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, taking in the sensations of Pete’s lips on my neck and his hand on my stomach.

“I’m happy because you’re quitting,” I could feel Pete smile against my skin as he said this.

My eyes shot open and the guilt once again rose inside me. I began to feel even worse about making that promise. It was simply impossible to keep. Jesus, I didn’t think Pete would have taken it seriously.

“I want you to go to rehab though,” Pete’s voice became firm as he said this, his grip tightening around me.

I tensed at the mention of rehab. Blinking a few times, I regained my composure and moved out of Pete’s hold, the cold air hitting my body once more. Looking into Pete’s eyes I shook my head.

“I don’t need rehab!”

“Please, baby?” Pete begged, his hand reaching out to pull me back to him.

I struggled against him for a moment, but he overpowered me and pulled me back into his chest. I stood stiff in his grip, my hands pinned to my sides. I knew I was acting childish, but fuck, I didn’t need rehab. And as guilty as I felt, I wasn’t going to give up my drugs.

“They’re expecting you at seven.”

“What?!” I asked, shocked. I pushed myself out of Pete’s grip and gave him the dirtiest look I could muster up.

“I called last night, you’re going for a three month program,” Pete told me calmly.

“Three months?” I exclaimed, the anger beginning to rise steadily. “You’re out of your mind.” I hastily turned on my heel and scurried out of the room.

I could hear Pete follow behind me, but I chose to ignore his presence. I was furious, to put it lightly. I didn’t need fucking rehab. Not when I didn’t plan on giving up the dugs anyway.

As I stepped into the bedroom, I noticed two suitcases, neatly packed, sitting at the foot of the bed. Tears stung at the back of my eyes, the realisation of Pete being absolutely serious about sending me to rehab hit me hard. I spun around, Pete almost running into me as I did so, and went to slap him hard across the face. Pete’s hand came up just in time to stop mine, his other hand latching onto my free wrist, to prevent another attempt at me trying to slap him.

I tried yanking my arms free, with all of my strength being used I still couldn’t get out of Pete’s grasp. Tears starting falling from my eyes as I stood there pathetically struggling against Pete. My head began to spin as Pete pulled me into him, his arms wrapping securely around my body. I buried my head into his chest and sobbed.

“Why?” I sobbed.

“I wish I could believe your promise, Bailee, but I can’t. I know you, and I know you just can’t resist,” Pete sighed as he stroked my back reassuringly. “I need you to get better.”

I sucked in a shaky breath and shook my head, “I don’t want to.”

“I know, and it kills me,” Pete mumbles miserably, “but you’re going and you’re going to get better.”

My tears continued to steadily fall, soaking into Pete’s shirt. With my face buried in Pete’s chest, I tried desperately to think of a way to somehow escape the inevitable. I scanned my mind to think for any idea when one hit me. At the beginning of our relationship, I had learnt that I could get Pete to do anything when I used sex as leverage.

I looked up at Pete, smiling brightly. Pete looked down at me, clearly confused by my sudden mood swing.

“Given up?” He asked wearily.

I shook my head with a coy smile, “want a head job?”

Pete choked on his own spit, taken aback by my offer. As he regained his composure, a smirk spread across his lips.

“It won’t change my decision,” Pete laughed.

I moved one of my hands down Pete’s body and gently squeezed his member through the thing material of his boxers. Pete tensed at the contact and sucked in a breath of air. Biting my lip seductively, I looked into Pete’s eyes as I slowly rubbed my palm over his penis. I slipped my hand into his boxer shorts and began to stroke his penis gently. Pete’s breathing became shallow and he let out a gasp as I ran my thumb over the tip pf his penis.

“Does this mean you don’t want one?” I asked innocently.

“Oh, I do,” Pete nodded enthusiastically, “but you’re still going.”

My forehead creased in confusion. This used to always work. Removing my hand from his boxers, my bottom lip began to quiver. I knew this was the only thing I could use to persuade Pete, and it failed miserably.

Pete groaned in dissatisfaction, which brought my attention back to him. I looked up to him and noticed he was looking down. I followed his gaze and noticed the bulge in his boxers. I giggled lightly as Pete looked at me helplessly.

“You’re such a tease,” Pete whined.

I shrugged, “and you’re an asshole for making me go.”

“I guess we’re even,” Pete sighed.

I watched as his hands moved to adjust himself comfortably, which only made me giggle more. Pete gave me a warning look as he continued to adjust himself.

“I’m going to, uh,” Pete paused as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, “relieve myself.”

I threw my head back in laughter as Pete quickly rushed out of the room, mumbling obscenities on his way out. Once my laughter had died down, I was again overwhelmed with sadness. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, I breathed in deeply trying to calm myself enough to keep the tears at bay.

I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, burying my head in my hands. A little while later I head Pete walk back into the room, his feet shuffling along the carpet towards where I was sitting.

I looked up at him and smiled sadly.

“Relieved?” I joked.

He chuckled and nodded his head. He took a couple of steps forward and once he reached me he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.

“Please do it for me, Bailee.”

I looked into his eyes a nodded.