The Bad Boy's Addiction

Chapter 5 - Regrets

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Cameron

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“What’s up? Why are you guys still sleeping?” Levi asks with a raised brow as I step out of the room, closing the door carefully even though I should slam it so it can do what I couldn’t bring myself to do.

“Where is that chick?” I ask, disregarding their questions, unable to recall her name.

“What chick?”

“The one with the highlights in her hair-”

“-Mati?”

“Yes, call her here to come and wake her up.”

“What? Why? Why can’t you wake her up yourself?” Ney asks but I don’t have time to explain to them right now. I’m freaking out. I f*****g cuddled her all night. I want her out of here.

I start walking to Levi’s room and they follow behind me and tell me the girls are waiting downstairs before asking me to tell them what’s going on.

“Cam! What is going on?” Ney asks, stepping in front of me and blocking my way, causing me to stop. “Is she dead?”

“What? No! I wish she were.”

“Why? What happened?"

“Was it that bad?” Levi adds before I can reply to Ney and I take a deep breath, running my fingers through my hair in frustration.

“This was her first time.”

“What?” Ney asks, lacing his fingers on top of his head and I lean on my knees defeated.

“I’m f****d!”

“That you are! She’s in love with you now,” Levi says, before looking over at Ney and they both burst out laughing, causing me to shove them out of the way before proceeding to this Mati chick.

“I need you to go get your friend,” I tell her, ignoring the betrayed look she’s giving me as I come down the stairs. I don’t belong to her. She asks me where she is and I tell her. She heads upstairs and I head to the kitchen to get some water and to also make sure I don't see Lira when they head out.

It’s 5 am and they have to go home, but Lira is still sleeping. Normally we take them home after we are done smashing, but Lira passed out after we were done and after realizing this was her first time, I freaked out. I’m still freaking out.

Usually, I’m the one who tells everyone it’s time to go, so the guys called me this morning when they didn’t hear from me and were shocked to find me still sleeping. I told them to wait a few hours because I didn’t have the heart to wake her up. She isn’t like all those other chicks, and I didn’t know what to do with her. If I knew she was a virgin before I f****d her, I wouldn’t have. I would have left her in the club. Now she probably thinks we are dating or something. Next, she’s going to show up in the club, thinking I'm her boyfriend and I will have to break her heart. This is f****d up.

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by someone coming inside the kitchen and I turn around to find the guys. “Are they gone?” I ask just as Ney opens his mouth to speak, and he says yes and no, confusing me. I ask him what he means, and he tells me the two chicks are gone, but the Mati chick left her, saying she felt bad about waking her up and I lose it. How the hell can they let that happen?

“What were we supposed to do? Carry her sleeping ass to the car? That’s your job. You are the one who wore her out.”

“f**k! She’s your problem now, Levi. I’m out of here.”

“What? Cam! Cameron! f**k!”

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Allira

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“Mm!” I groan, opening my eyes, disoriented for a moment.

“Where am I?"

I peek under the sheets and I'm naked. My heart rate immediately shoots up and I abruptly sit up on the huge bed but wince in pain, it hurts. I lie back, using my elbows to support me as I look around the room in a panic, trying to recall what happened. Just then, all the events of last night come crashing back. The club, the house with the guys, the swimming pool.

“No, no, no,” I whisper getting off the bed as I try to recall everything that happened in the swimming pool but it doesn't come. My memory is all fuzzy. All I remember is Cameron carrying me inside the pool and I remember that we kissed but I can not recall anything that happened after that. There's a knock on the door causing me to jump startled before panicking some more and I bury myself against the wall, clutching the sheets tighter against my chest.

The person knocks again and I let out a tremulous come in before watching in horror as the door clicks open, not knowing what to expect. A woman in a maid's uniform who looks to be in her late forties enters carrying some clothes and bids me good morning. I notice it’s my clothes as she places my phone on top of them after placing them on the sofa, and I also notice that they are neatly folded, which means they were washed.

“Will you be having breakfast first or would you like to have a bath first?”

“I-I-I” I stutter unable to find my words, still trying to process everything, and she cuts me off, saying Mr. Muller asks that she runs me a bath when I woke up and make me breakfast.

“By Mr. Muller, I mean Cameron,” she adds before I could respond seeing my confusion. I thought Cameron's last name was Roberts. I heard Mati and the girls say it was Roberts. I feel something churn in my stomach at the thought and mention of his name and I ask her where Mati is. She says she doesn’t know who Mati is, but the two girls I was with left this morning, shocking me. They left me here? I start hyperventilating at the thought and she walks over to me, telling me it’s okay, no one is going to hurt me.

“I want to go home,” my tremulous voice comes out as a whisper and she takes my hand before sitting me down on the bed, repeating it’s okay but nothing is okay. All of this is wrong. “Please… I just want to go home,” I repeat, and she says okay, she's going to organize someone to take me home before walking over to the sofa and picking up my clothes. She comes over to the bed and places them next to me, assuring me again that no one is going to hurt me.

I take the clothes and she walks out of the room, telling me she will be back, and I break down and cry all over again the moment she leaves, angry, hurt, ashamed, and disappointed.

How could I do this to myself? How can I give myself over to some random stranger? A random stranger who took what he wanted and left. My memory doesn’t go past the swimming pull, but the pain in my private area is proof that I’m no longer a virgin. I had s*x with that Cameron guy, and I don’t even know how it happened. I don’t even remember. And Mati, how could she just leave me here?

“Oh, God!" I gasp, clamping a hand over my mouth. She's angry. She liked Cameron. How am I gonna face her? She's gonna hate me for this. I betrayed her. No wonder she left me.

“Why did I do this? I could never do something like this.”

My tears drip on my shoes as I put them on, the shoes making me feel even more guilty. She made me look nice and I betrayed her. I'm still putting on the shoes when there’s a knock on the door and the woman peeks inside, asking if I’m decent.

I nod and a moment later the door pushes open to reveal Levi, and more tears escape my eyes at the sight of him. He nervously greets me good morning before asking how I slept. I don't reply, I can't. I'm a regretful mess right now and I can't even hide it. I can't pretend to be okay. He speaks again after a short awkward moment of silence, saying Cameron had an emergency and had to leave, but I cut him off and ask him to please take me home.

He says sure and tells me again that Cameron didn’t want to leave but had no choice, and even though I don’t reply, it does make me feel a bit better knowing he didn’t just up and leave because he got what he was after and didn't care.

Levi walks out and tells me the driver will be waiting downstairs when I’m done. I finish wearing my shoes and take my phone, which has now gone off and head out. I find the driver waiting when I step outside and Levi standing next to him. He whispers, later. But I don’t reply and just get inside the car and give my address to the driver. I just want to get away from this place.

I start crying again in the car, feeling ashamed thinking about what happened.

The drive feels like forever as I look around, not recognizing anything, but the moment we enter the familiar suburb, my stomach stirs again. What am I gonna say to my mother? To Mrs. Gibson? It’s too late to tell her Mati lied now? She’s going to be disappointed in me. They both are. And Mati, how am I gonna face her?

The driver enters the estate and I tell him to stop just a little further from the main entrance and I get out. I thank him for bringing me and he nods before turning the car around and heading back towards the gate.

I’m walking a little funny from the soreness between my legs, so I try to walk straight as I enter the house. It's quiet, and I'm glad. I walk as fast as I can to the elevator, not ready to see anyone. The elevator closes and a moment later, arrives at my destination. I step out and head to our cottage, getting more and more emotional suddenly at the thought of seeing my mother. I push the door open, expecting to find the place empty but my heart stops, startled to find my mother standing and waiting for me with a terrifying look I’ve never seen on her face before.

“Do you have any idea how-” she starts to say but I break down and cry, unable to hold myself back anymore, causing her to stop talking before rushing up to me, asking me what happened. I throw myself in her arms and continue crying and she holds me, asking me again what happened, the anger in her voice now replaced with concern. But I can't speak.

I let it all out and I don’t know how long I cry for before I’m finally able to calm down and find my voice.

“Come sit down and talk to me,” she says, leading me to the bed and we sit down.

“What happened Allira?” she asks removing my hair from my face and there’s a tremble in her voice when her eyes land on the marks on my neck, causing my hand to fly to them, feeling ashamed.

“Did he force himself on you, Allira?” she asks when I don't reply to her first question and I shake my head, but she grabs my shoulders and looks me in the eye. “Did he force himself on you?”

“No, I-I-”

“-Baby, look at me,” she says as I cast my eyes downwards, unable to hold her gaze. “It’s okay. I’m not mad at you. You can tell me. Please, tell me, Allira. Did this boy sleep with you without your consent?”

“He didn’t-”

“Then why are you crying? Why do you look like this? Who is he? What did he do to you? Did he hurt you?”

“No.”

“No, what? Baby, please talk to me. You are scaring me.”

“I don’t remember sleeping with him-”

“-What? What do you mean? He drugged you?”

“No, he didn’t-”

“-Then why do you not remember? Were you drunk? What did you drink?” my mother bombards me with questions, tightening her grip on my hand and I open my mouth to reply but she abruptly gets up from the bed and picks up her cell phone while I continue crying. She dials a number and places the phone against her ear, and for a moment I'm glad she's not questioning me. But I soon wish she were when I hear what she says to the person on the other side of the line. She says she would like to lay a rape charge.

“I remember! I lied when I said I don't remember. I gave consent, please don't. I was ashamed of telling you the truth. He didn’t rape me, mom. I slept with him willingly. I’m scared to tell you the truth because I think you will be mad at me for acting so cheap,” I blurt out and she tells me I’m lying, her voice coming aloud but I tell her I’m not, hugging her. She exhales after a moment and puts away the phone, causing me to let out a silent sigh of relief. Even if I were raped, what could she do against them? She's just a maid. She's nothing to them. She could never win against people like them.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t come home,” I add, still in the hug, and she pulls back and looks at me, cupping my face.

“You know I would never blame you, right? If someone hurt you, you know I would never think it was your fault... and you would never think it was your fault, right? Regardless of whether or not you were drunk? s*x is only s*x if it’s consensual, otherwise, it’s rape, no matter the reason the person couldn’t consent. And rapists shouldn’t be allowed to get away with it, no matter their status. You know this, right?” she asks, and I nod, whispering I know before adding again that he didn't rape me. She asks me if we used protection and I nod even though I don't know.

“Okay,” she says, pecking me on the forehead before saying she’s going to run a bath for me, and we will talk again when she returns. I swallow hard, wishing we didn’t have to talk about it, but I know she has questions. I will have to think of something because I’ve already seen that the truth will make her call the police on Cameron. She heads to the bathroom to run the bath for me, and I take out my phone and put it on the charger, wondering if there will be a message from Cameron when I put it back on.

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Kayden

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“What’s this?” I ask Felim after he throws a file on the table in front of me.

“Open it,” he says before sitting down on the sofa across from me. I open the file and the name doesn’t ring a bell until the picture falls out. Cameron Roberts.

Of course, he’s her brother.

I think to myself as the whole altercation makes sense.

“That’s the fucker that put hands on you in the club,” he says, and I tell him I see, not sure where this is going but the look in his eyes soon solves that predicament when I look up at him. I place the file back on the table and shake my head. I will not let him hurt him just for being protective of his sister. I would have probably done the same if I had a sister and thought someone was taking advantage of her drunken state. He also would have done the same.

“You are not going to hurt him, Felim,”

“You kidding, right? He put hands on you-”

“-It was nothing. Let it go Felim.”

“You’re boring.”

“Yeah, well… I enjoy boring. Plus, I’m still planning to pursue her. How is that going to work if I do something to her brother? If you are bored and need something to do, get me a file on Kiara Roberts, not her brother,” I tell him, getting up and heading to the shower. I’m beat. We only got home a few hours ago. As for Cameron Roberts, he’ll have to get used to me because I’m nowhere near done with his sister.

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Allira

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My mom heads out to finish her work after running me the bath. She says she’s almost done and will knock off early today. I thank her and after sharing a quick hug, she leaves. I take off my clothes and get inside the tub, moaning with my eyes closed as the warm water makes contact with my skin. But my eyes snap open as images of Cameron and I making out in the pool flash in my mind. I was burning hot. Why? What happened to me?

I unconsciously start wrapping my arms around myself, sinking more into the tub as I start to imagine different scenarios in my head of how he took me, and the idea of not remembering makes me feel cold. Did I pass out when I blacked out? Did he continue? What?

I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of a door opening and I look at the bathroom door, wondering if my mother is back already.

“Mom?!” I call out to her and she doesn’t respond, but I hear footsteps coming toward the bathroom door.

“Mo-” I start to say but startle when the door is thrown open, causing it to slam against the wall. Mati comes striding inside with a look that makes me shiver and I try to back up even though there's nowhere to go.

“I can explain-” I try to say, but the words die in my throat as she grabs me by my hair before hitting my head against the tub, shocking me.

“Mat-”

“You w***e! You f*****g piece of s**t! You f****d him! You knew I liked him, but you f****d him!” she screams, pushing me under the water and I try to fight her off drowning, but I can’t.

“Die you f*****g slut! Die!!”