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"Hey." Caine's raspy voice called out. I heaved a sigh and slammed my locker shut. His fingers touched my skin so I tore my arm away from his grip. "Renee, please. That night I was drunk-wasted. Sleeping with you was a-"

"A what? Mistake. You've always been a drunkard. I wonder why all the girls still love you after all the shit you've done." I snapped at Caine. Sleeping with him was a mistake. A huge one. Now, I wish I could just end my life. I've done mistakes, and one of it was trusting Caine to 'take care' of me.

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