Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113130 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 566(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
I hear the water turn on from behind me. “How much longer is this going to go on?” Jaxon says, his voice filled with worry and anger.
I close my eyes and place my head on my arm that is resting on the top of the toilet seat, feeling a cold rag on the back of my neck. “It’s been a few hours now.”
“I don’t know.” I turn when I feel him squatting beside me. “I want to say this is the last time because there is frankly nothing left inside of me.” He holds out his hand for me, helping me get on my feet. I walk over to the sink and grab the toothpaste and brush my teeth as quickly as I can. Sliding into bed with him beside me. “Thank you, Jaxon,” I say softly and his hand comes up to touch my face.
“What are friends for,” he replies, and I want to scream at him that I’m not his friend, but I am his friend. I’m the one who gave him that title. But I was angry and scared and confused and then I started throwing up.
“You might be my best friend, then.” I try to smile the whole time, also trying not to move so I don’t start something. His eyes look like they are about to say something, but I’m too scared to hear it. “I’m going to close my eyes and try to sleep.”
“I’ll be here,” he assures me as I drift away. “I’ll always be here.” That’s the last thing I hear before I finally sleep.
My eyes flutter open, and the wave of nausea hits me right away. I am so afraid if I move, I’ll end up throwing up on his bed, so I just lie here breathing in and out. I close my eyes again but then my head starts to spin, making it so much worse. So I open them again and turn onto my back and look to Jaxon’s side and see he’s not in bed. Instead, he’s sitting outside watching the water. I take a quick look at the clock on his side of the bed and see it's almost the middle of the afternoon. I spent the better part of the night rushing to the bathroom to throw up. I didn’t even know I had that much fluid inside of me.
After every single time, I would think this is it, there isn’t anything left in me. And each and every time it was like psych, joke’s on you, yes there is. I’m not even going to think about how each time Jaxon was there behind me, seething but still there. Rubbing my back and then getting me a rag. The side of the bathroom has a whole fucking mountain of white towels that are soaked right now. At one point I heard him rush out to the hallway and then come back in with a stack of towels. I bet he was contemplating not sleeping with me after that time, if not, definitely after. I don’t think we’ve slept a full two hours in a row.
“Oh, God,” I mumble and then rush out of bed, knowing that it’s coming. I make it to the bathroom only because there is nothing left inside of me. It’s all bile that comes up, my stomach aching from throwing up all night long. Every single time I retch into the toilet my stomach clenches and it hurts. My whole body is now starting to hurt and I just want it to stop.
“Motherfucker,” I hear rumbled behind me. I sit on my ass and close my eyes, trying to get my stomach to stop lurching at the same time trying to get my head to stop spinning, which is making me even more nauseated.
I inhale and exhale as I hear him moving around the bathroom. I hear the sound of the water from the sink being turned on and then I feel his hand on my back, rubbing it up and down. “Baby,” he soothes softly, and I open one eye to test how the light is going to affect my head spinning. “I got you another wet rag.”
I hold out my hand for him and I’m not even exaggerating, but it takes literally all my fucking energy to grab it. My hand falls down to my thigh when I have it, as I try to muster up the energy to put it on the top of my head or even wipe my mouth. I feel his fingers touch mine as he takes it from me and slowly washes my mouth. “I think I got up too fast.” I try to make an excuse but he just looks at me.
“You got up to throw up,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek. “I was watching you from outside.”