Chapter 8

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Ryan's P.O.V:

I was about to drive to Michaels for our daily run but he's not picking up or replying to any of my messages. That worries me. I call Jazz to see what's going on and she said he was sick.

I left it at that but it bothers me because usually he would text me if he wasn't coming in. Maybe he remember what happened at your house yesterday and thinks you're disgusting. My thoughts are harsh but I'm always harsh on myself. 

It felt weird going in for practice and not seeing Michael. 

"Ryan get with it! why are you slacking off today?" I shrug because I can't focus, I'm worried about him and are first game is in 2 days! The coach brought in pumpkin pie which I very much dislike but I took a slice because my old habit is creepy back up on me. It mostly happens when I'm stressed.

I take it home and I am just thankful Bryan's not home yet and he won't be until midnight, he works late during the weekdays. I set the pie down and grabbed 3 water bottles. I quickly ate the gross pie. It's easier to binge when it's a food that grosses you out. 

I start to get that sick feeling and I grabbed my water, running to the toilet. I stuck my finger down my throat and gagged. Nothing came out so I had to try harder if I wanted to accomplish something. I took the end of my toothbrush and that worked like charm. I spewed out the pie which made me feel gross all over again so I kept getting sick. I kept doing it until my stomach hurt and nothing else was coming out but bile.

If mikey was here he would be upset with me and I'd apologize profusely until he hugs me, telling me i'll be okay. I guess that's not happening because he's sick but probably mad at me.

I try to text him again. 

Ryan: Mikey I need you. Are you ok because I'm not :(

4 minutes ago

Ryan: Please, I'm sorry if I did something wrong but please tell me and i'll fix it.

3 minutes ago

He's not even reading them. I sent him one last text and threw my phone against the wall.

Ryan: I love you and I'm sorry I failed you. Read.

5s ago

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