Camden
I wake up again with a violent hangover and hate myself for drinking so much. I hate myself for what I said to Kendall, too, how roughly I made love to her. She doesn’t deserve to be treated that way, but it was like I was possessed. I’d felt like I needed to own her, like I needed to show everyone how she's mine.
She’s carrying my baby, for god’s sake, how can she not be mine?
So, there’s this part of me that feels like she is, that doesn’t want another man touching her, but there’s this part of me that wants to go back to my old life. That wants to go back to f*****g three women a week, to not knowing any of their names the next week.
That’s the life I’ve always lived. My safe life. A life without risk. Without hurt. And I can’t imagine living any other way.
Or, rather, I cou
