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It felt as though hours had passes since Pete broke the news to me. In reality it had only been half an hour; though I wasn’t a big fan of reality. And as hard as I tried I just couldn’t seem to control emotions. My body continued to shake, and the tears continued to fall from my sore eyes. My face was tear stained, eyes red and puffy; I looked an absolute mess.

Pete had positioned himself next to me on the bed, gently rubbing my back in a soothing manner. All the anger I’d felt towards him earlier seemed to disappear with each stroke of his hand.

With my head still buried in my hands, I tried to focus on anything else. I entertained my mind with thoughts of going on holidays with Pete -- lazing around on exotic beaches, swimming in the bluest oceans, making love in hotel rooms -- anything to keep my mind occupied.

“We have to leave soon,” Pete said suddenly, breaking me from my daydream.

I lifted my head from my hands and craned my neck to get a better look at Pete. His eyes instantly found mine, a sad smile playing on his lips. I nodded in response to his statement before putting my head back in to my hands; trying desperately to imagine the magnificent beaches once more.

“I know you hate me right now, Bailee. I just want you to understand that I’m doing this for you, for us,” Pete softly spoke.

“I don’t hate you for it,” I admitted, my voice muffled by my hands.

Pete moved quickly, and appeared kneeling in front of me a moment later. He gently moved my hands so that I was looking at him. His hands pushed the hair falling in my face behind my ears before he lightly rested his hands on my thighs.

“One day everything is going to be perfect, like it used to be. I just need you to be strong and get through this,” Pete’s words were spoken quietly but the desperation is his voice as louder than anything.

I, once again, nodded in response to Pete, not having the energy to fight with his on this. To tell him I wasn’t willing to be strong for any cause, not even love.

Pete moved once more so that he was now standing in front of me; he gently cupped my face with hands before leaning down to firmly press his lips to mine. Pete deepened the kiss, his tongue gently massaging mine. I moaned into his mouth, my hands reaching out to grasp his shirt tightly. I could feel myself becoming dizzy as his scent invaded my senses.

Pete’s hands moved from my face to gently push my shoulders. Our kiss was broken as I fell back on the mattress. Looking up to Pete, I saw that his eyes had clouded over with lust. He began to climb on the bed and I moved further back to give him room.

My heart was now beating rapidly, out of lust or nervousness, I wasn’t sure. As Pete climbed on top of me, I tried to get rid of any self-conscious thoughts. I could sense that room spinning, but this time it didn’t scare me and I kept my eyes wide. Pete’s lips crashed against my own, his fingers softly caressing my skin, sending ripples of electricity throughout my entire body.

Clothes were removed as fast as the room was spinning. Hands seemed to be everywhere, leaving trails of fire with every touch. Mouths pressed kisses to every inch of skin, as words of lust were thrown around carelessly.

I suddenly felt bold, and all my insecurities and self-conscious thoughts were replaced with lust and need. With all my strength, I managed to push Pete off me. He landed on his back, a confused look now gracing his features. Within seconds I was straddling Pete’s hips, and our lips found each other in a heated kiss. My hands began exploring Pete’s body, as his breathing grew even more shallow.

“Baby, please,” Pete begged from under me, his eyes rolling back slightly. I smiled at the affect I was having on him, and continued kissing and feeling my way back up his body.

Grabbing Pete’s penis, I gave it a gentle squeeze, eliciting a moan from the back on his throat. I held his penis as I guided him into me. Moans escaped both of our lips as I took all of him in one movement. My eyes closed tightly as I savoured the moment in my mind.

I began moving and grinding my hips into Pete’s, creating a steady pace. I tried to block my thoughts as Pete’s hands found my hips, not wanting to ruin this moment with the invasion of thoughts about my sick body. Pete gripped my hips, helping to keep the pace.

My orgasm began to build in the pit of my stomach, the feeling spreading to every inch of my body. Each nerve in my body seemed to come to life with an electric shock as my orgasm took over my body. Pete’s hands held tightly onto my hips as his thrusted hard and fast into me from his position beneath me. He groaned loudly, and I felt him explode inside of me. I collapsed ungracefully on top of Pete, his arms wrapping securely around me.

Our breathing was shallow and rushed as we both tried to calm our bodies down. Heats beating like crazy as the euphoric feeling washed over us. A few minutes passed before our bodies began to calm down, I was still collapsed on Pete and his arms were still wrapped around me.

“We have to get ready,” Pete regrettably spoke.

The euphoric feeling instantly disappeared as Pete’s words hit me like a head on collision. I shut my eyes tightly as memories from earlier came flooding back to me. I felt Pete press our lips together and I reluctantly opened my eyes, meeting Pete’s intense stare.

“You’re going to be fine,” Pete whispered.

“Sure, fine.”

I moved off Pete and slipped out of the bed. I tried to hide my body from Pete’s view as I made my way to the shower. A few moments after I had stepped into the shower, I felt Pete’s arms wrap around me. I tensed slightly, still not quite comfortable with Pete seeing me, but soon relaxed into him. He was, after all, my loved and I realised his feelings probably wouldn’t change with the weight I’d lost.


”I don’t remember the last time we showered together,” Pete smiled as he began to wash my hair.

“Me either, but I think we should do it more often,” I laughed, lazily stands there as Pete washed me.

Though the laugh was forced; this was me trying to convince everyone that maybe everything would be okay. I’d only hoped Pete wouldn’t notice, hell, I hoped I didn’t even notice.

We didn’t stay in the shower much longer, knowing I was expected at a certain time. I wouldn’t let Pete know, but I was terrified of having to do this by myself. Growing up, I’d always had my parents to depend on, and for the last four years I’d had Pete. I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to survive by myself for three months.

“Bailee, you ready?” Pete yelled from the front door.

I swallowed nervously and made my way to where Pete was, my suitcases stood on either side of him. Upon reaching Pete, I gave him a small smile, grabbed one of the suitcases and walked outside to the car.

Once Pete had put the suitcases into the boot, he hoped in the car and we began our drive to the rehab clinic. My nerves seemed to get worse with each second that passed by too quickly.

“I’m happy you’re doing this,” Pete smiled lovingly at me.

“I didn’t have much of a choice, did I?” I replied sarcastically.

Pete shrugged innocently, the smile never leaving his face.

The rest of the drive was a blur of houses and trees and whatever else we happened to drive by. The tears I tried to desperately to hold in stung at the back of my eyes, threatening to spill over. As we turned into a parking lot, which I assumed to be for the clinic, my heart pounded hard against my chest.

We were inside the clinic before I could even comprehend what was going on. Two nurses came out and gave Pete and I some paperwork to fill out, while they searched through my bags. I watched, feeling slightly degraded, as the two strangers searched vigorously through my personal possessions.

When they were done, they left Pete and I with five minutes to say goodbye. Fuck, five minutes wasn’t enough, especially when I didn’t even want to say goodbye. I struggled to keep my tears in, and when I looked up to see Pete on the verge of tears himself, I let go.

“Oh, baby,” Pete sighed, engulfing me in a hug. “Don’t cry.”

“I don’t want to say goodbye,” I said stupidly as Pete wiped tears from my cheeks.

“It wont be long before I’m back here picking you up.”

“I love you,” I sobbed into his chest.

“I love you, too.”

The nurses came back what felt like seconds later, and told Pete he had to leave. I tightened my grip around Pete, not willing to let him go. But when he pulled out of my grasp, I knew there was nothing I could do. Pete kissed my lips sweetly before he walked off. I wasn’t sure how he was so composed in this situation, cause shit, I was breaking down.

I watched as Pete walked through the doors before the nurses took me to my room. Room 21. I felt like I was in a fucking prison already.