* Chapter 39 *

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Sadly this book is coming to an end :( *sheds a tear* BUT, *gasps* there will be a SEQUEL *cheers uncontrollably loud* okay calm down, calm down. I have resolved on having 3 more chapters left until the sequel. There will be 43 chapters! Start your countdown :) hope you enjoyed this book. The sequel will be WAY better, trust me & the plot is thought out & wording it better. It will be in 3rd person.

Oh yes and trust me, I BEEN started writing the sequel. I wrote all chapters for this @ first then published them when I could. I prob won't do the same with the sequel. I haven't figured out a tittle yet so gimme some suggestions

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-Tasha Pov-
"I can't keep doing this." I mumbled to Usher as I slid my shirt back over my head.

"I can't keep fucking you and just.." I trailed off sighing. I sat on the bed thinking about what I was doing, it was wrong.

"You playin your sister but I'm the bad guy?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't have a choice." I snapped rolling my eyes, "When we first met.." I stopped myself from crying.

"I'm going to see my therapist." I called as he walked out of the room. I heard the door slam causing me to roll my eyes.

I grabbed my purse slipping into my Chuck Taylor's and leaving the house.

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"Tasha Montana." The therapist called. I smiled standing to my feet, I strutted over to her following her into her room.

"How have you been?" She asked pulling me in for a hug. I nodded plopping down onto the couch.

"Not so good Irene. Not so good." I sighed feeling myself on the brink of bursting into tears.

"Start off, tell me it all sweetheart."

"When I first started dating him.. It was nice. He was nice. Bought me flowers, all that goody goody shit. Then, recently he developed a plan and made me go along with it. One day..we were at Rite Aid, I was sick as a dog. He was buying me medicine to help me feel better."

I sighed before continuing to converse about this story.

"So what medicine you need?" Usher asked me as I held my stomach groaning.

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