I held on to the bathroom sink trying to keep my balance. I was so nauseous and lightheaded since we got home. My stomach bothered me so much and that plane ride didn't make it no better. I hated being sick or feeling any way other than okay!
I went to go lay down and I could feel myself burning up. I took a sip of my ginger ale and tried to lay here and focus on getting better.
You still in bed? Monster asked coming in the room. I got up and ran to the bathroom to throw up. He pulled my hair back for me as I got it all out. He put some tooth paste on my tooth brush and gave me a sip of water but I just felt sick all over again.
You okay? He questioned helping me to the bed. I don't give a fuck how sick I was, he was still getting the silent treatment! I haven't said a word to him since we left Paris and he's been trying so hard to get on my good side. He blocked homegirl number and deleted the messages from his phone. I didn't care though he lucky I really didn't pop on his ass. I figured the silent treatment was the best option.
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Sorry for the extra short chapter yall lol but it's bouta get juicy so don't worry ima make up for it!
