An Australian Love || A Robert Irwin Story

F O U R

TW: Mentions of vomiting, intrusive thoughts, sexual assault

Sanai

I mean do I have to go to school? I could always  just throw up right here. I don't want to face him today. I don't want to see him, I mean I have every right to feel like this don't I?

I shake my head, knowing that I hate the feeling of throwing up, and groan loudly. Throwing the covers off my body, I shiver, the tingles travel down my body, feeling the cold air hit me.

"It only takes a few minutes Mari...You'd get to stay home today, and maybe even tomorrow."

"You're going to school." I jump as my dad's deep, gravely voice wakes me completely.

"Geez dad, give a girl a warning would you?" I throw on some tights and a t-shirt before leaving my room to go eat.

Justin

I think I'll just fake sick today. It shouldn't be so hard when I already feel so nauseous. Maybe it would be the best. She most likely doesn't want even to see me. She has every right to feel like this, I'm a fucking idiot.

The pit in my stomach continued to grow as I thought back to what happened the day before.

"Oh no, I'm gonna be sick." I throw the covers off of my body with one hand as the other covered my mouth. I get the door opened, and that's about as far as I get before everything came spilling out. Sounds of my groaning fill the short hallway as last night's dinner comes back up.

"Mom, Justin's throwing up again! It stinks." My younger sister, Jessica, runs into my parents room, covering her nose. My stomach turned up at the smell of my own vomit, and I barely had enough time to catch my breath before round two hit me.

God I hate this so much. But I guess I deserve it, after making Sanai sick.

I managed to catch my breath, praying that there was nothing left to get rid of. I slowly stood back up, opening my eyes to look at the mess I made.

My mom and dad both walk out of their room, wearing matching fluffy robes with our last names on the back. I didn't get sick much, and I threw up even less, and they knew it had to be something bad if I threw up not only once, but twice.

"This is probably what Sanai wanted to do." I mutter under my breath. "Mom, I'm sorry. I really did try to make it to the bathroom." Groaning, the smell of my own vomit gets to me once again.

"I know you did baby. Go to the bathroom, take a hot shower and get back in bed. I'll call the school and tell them you're not coming in today." I whimper quietly and nod, walking away. 

Third Person

The two teenagers, both feeling sick, tried not to think about seeing the other. Meanwhile, across the world, a third was getting ready for bed. He had taken his second shower of the day, feeling tired, but accomplished.

All three, tired, in different time zones, and wondering when things would get better. Easier.

Sanai, sluggish and unstable. Hoping a shower and some meds would help her feel better.

Justin, sick and depressed. Not wanting to make things worse, only wanting to sleep again.

Robert, lonely and tired. Ending the day, falling asleep. Thinking about what the future holds.

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Leaning against her neighbor, Sanai waited for her bus. Still half asleep, but unable to rest, she gets on the bus, finding an open seat, falling into it.