Leigh was out to eat with Rachel for lunch.
"I think fresh air will help immensely. You're always moving from set to set and staying in your trailer so you just might need this." Rachel was still shook from the revelation of this morning and how Leigh reacted to it. Of all things. Leigh-Anne just did not seem like the sex-addict type. But she is and now I have to hold onto her phone. Marcy had called a couple of hours ago to tell her about visiting next week. That sounds like a good idea. Hopefully Leigh would calm down more if her mom was here.
Leigh-Anne had a bowl of salad in her lap. They were in a public park a mile away from set. People walked around with their dogs on leashes and others set up picnic blankets to have lunch themselves.
Rachel noticed she was not eating. "Leigh?" She had Leigh's phone in her bag. The girl had not wanted her to but she had confiscated it after discussing with Marcy. It was for Leigh-Anne's own good. She's been performing well on set but in between . . .
Leigh's eyes were stuck on nothing. She was holding back the urge to shake her leg as her mind screamed at her to find a way to orgasm again. It was insane. Maybe I am addicted. But she was not like the people in her old neighbourhood. She was Leigh. She learned from everyone's mistakes and was better. Just because she liked doing things with Perrie did not mean she was some insane addict. She wasn't. She was still in control. She just . . . needed to have sex right now. This was normal. People who liked chocolate ate it daily didn't they? Maybe even five times a day. She was fine. I am. She wasn't. And she knew that. Leigh-Anne was disgusting because she had grown obsessed with the very thing that killed her mother and sister. Not rape. Sex and rape are different. She was just a few steps away from raping someone. Hadn't she wanted to rape Perrie earlier? I didn't. She said no and I backed off. But she had been prepared to coerce her. No. I would never. She would. Maybe she might even rape Rachel. She was close and Leigh was desperate. An addict knew no limits. There were no boundaries. Everything and everyone was fair game. All they cared about was satisfying their cravings. And that was who Leigh was. A sex addict of all things. A sex addict who refused to admit what she was out loud.
Her leg started shaking.
"Leigh-Anne eat your food." Rachel said gently.
Leigh picked up her fork with trembling lips. I'm not like that. I won't become dangerous over this. I have control. Perrie says we're on break so I'll accept it. Rachel and Marcy would not even allow her to get off said break because they were now watching her closely. It was over. Was she just going to let that be? No. Me and Perrie can keep going. I'll ask if we can at least do it once a day. Could she really be trusted with that option? How did this even happen? Her genes and bloodstream. She was destined to be this way. How dare she be traumatized by her father's actions when she was exactly the same? Only that there was no redemption for her because she was not mature enough to even admit to her problem. I'm not- Somehow she became a combination of the worst parts of her father and her mother. How was that? Sairah was not like that. Sairah made mistakes but learned from them. Sairah had changed herself just for Leigh in the past. She was such a great person but Leigh-Anne somehow found more and more ways to stress everyone out. You think Marcy's stressed? Of course Marcy was stressed. Oh no. And Leigh had stressed her out.
"I didn't mean to." Leigh-Anne mumbled.
"What's that?" Rachel was holding her salad bowl to feed her. Leigh had not budged since picking up the fork so Rachel took over.
Leigh-Anne shook her head. You're such a messed up person Leigh-Anne. Leigh's voice said. I know I am but I'll undo the damage. I'll admit it right now to myself. I'm a sex addict but I'll overcome it. She tried to defend herself from herself. Sure. This reminds me of your rebranding era. But way worse. You drove Perrie to end her own life back then and yet here you are using her for your dirty pleasure. Leigh bit her lip. She had a point.
