Kill Me Now (Book 1)(Editing)

Chapter 32: Beating Hearts

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{Recap}

"Hand me another salt packet," Mitch wheezes as he grabs his stomach. I comply as he my hands shakily fumble for the salt packet lying near the sink. I quickly rip it open and hand it to him. Mitch murmurs a thank you as he tilts his head back and swallows the whole packet of salt. I suck in a breath as it filters down his throat. Suddenly his whole body starts convulsing and he begins to gag. He quickly ducks over the toilet and empties the last of the sprite into it's depths.

            "Are you dying," I whisper as I grab his hand.

            "No," he breathes heavily.

            "Why did you lie to me," my bottom lip quivers as I squeeze his hand.

            "I'll be fine Kate," Mitch looks me in the eyes, "It's all out of my system now."

            "Are you lying now," I ask as tears spill down my cheeks.

            "I promised you I wouldn't die," he grabs my shoulders, "And I never break my promises."

            "Please don't leave me," I sob into my hands as Mitch wraps his strong arms around me.

            "I won't tiger," he murmurs, "We are going to be just fine...soon."

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            I awake in the middle of the night to someone shaking me gently. I groan tiredly as my heavy eyelids open and I take in a blurry figure in front of me. Eventually my vision clears and the blurry figure becomes Mitch.

            "Kate get up," Mitch murmurs softly as he lifts me up.

            "Why," I ask blearily as I rub my eyes. Mitch swiftly covers my lips with a finger and gestures for me to whisper.

            "We're leaving," he says gently as he hauls me out of the bed. Mitch moves us both into the bathroom and hands me a few clothes.

            "Put these on," he speaks as he moves to step out the bathroom and shut the door behind him. I hold the clothes up and look at them confusedly.

            "Mitch these are boy clothes," I wrinkle my brows at the guy's t-shirt and jeans.

            "Yes tiger," Mitch nods as he shuts the door behind him, "Put them on." I chew my cheek as I slip into the slightly baggy jeans and t-shirt.

            "I'm done," I whisper as I crack open the door.

            "Ok," Mitch rips a sheet and sticks a wide strip of it through the bathroom door, "Wrap this around your chest...to flatten your..." he coughs, "Breasts." My face burns as I take the strip from his hand and gently close the door. I quickly slip off my bra and let it fall to the floor. I then pull the t-shirt back over my head and proceed to wrap the ripped sheet around my chest covered by the t-shirt. After fumbling for about two minutes I give up and open the door a crack.

            "Mitch...um...I can't put it on," I mumble as my face turns a deep hue of red.

            "Do you have a t-shirt on," Mitch replies softly.

            "Yeah," I answer as I chew my cheek even harder.

            "I'll put it on," he smoothly opens the door without making any noise and steps into the bathroom. My face burns as I look down and notice that you can see my nipples imprint in the thin t-shirt. When I look back up I noticed that Mitch has averted his eyes. He deftly wraps the strip around my chest and ties it tightly in the back. As he ties I suck in a breath and wince in pain.