Ricky leans on the kitchen counter and dries his hands off with an orange rag. "So, I stopped by my cousin's house this morning. And she gave me three trash bags worth of clothes for you. They are going through the drier right now."
I can't help but smile. "Thank you, seriously. For all of this. But... I don't need you going through all of this just for me... As soon as there is an open apartment I will be out of your way and on my own."
A crease between Ricky's eyebrows form as he frowns a bit. "Quinn... I don't want you to leave... I want you to stay here with me. I want you to feel safe, and happy and I want you to know that you will always have a home. If you really want to move out, I can't stop you. But just consider it... For me?" His eyes meet mine and he walks over to me in three easy strides. Ricky places his hands on my hips and puts his forehead against mine. "Please."
I nod as butterflies start to float in my stomach followed by a sense of queasiness. Something isn't right... I run to the bathroom and immediately start throwing up into the toilet. Ricky puts his hand on my back and kneels beside me.
"What's wrong?" He walks over to the sink and shuffles around in a drawer. "I know I have one in here somewhere... There it is." Ricky returns to my side and pulls my hair into a ponytail. "It's from when my little sister used to live here. She moved away with her boyfriend a few years ago."
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My throat is raw only coated by the tanginess of bile and my stomach churns with hunger.
Altogether I have thrown up six times today not including the incident this morning. That was only a taste of what was to come, no pun intended. I tried to down a small package of crackers a few hours ago, but they came right back up... So technically speaking, I haven't eaten all day.
I lean against the bathtub with my knees pulled up to my chest. Ricky knocks on the bathroom door and lets himself in. "Okay, so I just got off the phone with the hospital and they need to see you immediately. They think it's food poisoning, but aren't completely sure. There is a trash bin in the car just in case."
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The Year of Maybe
Novela Juvenil"In some ways I am glad that he's gone... But in others, I'm not ready to accept the fact that he is." ~ The Year of Maybe ***I am warning you right now, there may be some triggers. And there is a good amount of explicit vocabulary.***
