Truth - Lashton

Chapter 20

Luke's POV

I had partially finished lunch, I couldn't complete it as I felt really full still from breakfast. I was too focused on how much my stomach was pushing out that I didn't notice Mr. Irwin walk in.

"Hey, kiddo.. How are you feeling?"

I let out a soft laugh.

"Fat.."

He didn't laugh which was understandable. He probably didn't want me thinking this way.

"Well, I have a surprise for you!"

He opened the door again and I saw my mum and Mikey. I gasped and smiled widely, covering my stomach.

"Dude! I was so scared about you!"

Michael practically yelled as he started to cry.

"I'm doing okay, Mikey!"

"Can I hug him?"

Michael looked at Mr. Irwin, to which he received a nod from the older man. He ran in and hugged me, I could hear him choking back his tears.

"You gotta recover, dude.. I'm friends with that Calum guy in Mr. Anderson's class and we've agreed to start a band, you can be our singer!"

He spoke excitedly while wiping his eyes. I loved the idea and ultimately agreed to being the singer of this random band I knew nothing about.

"Cal plays bass and is teaching me guitar. He's really fucking cool.. but I was just too worried about you to focus on anything else. My mum kept scolding me for spacing out at the dinner table."

He chuckled and reached for my hand, holding it.

"I'm trying, Mikey.."

I was still debating on recovery. I was scared of death but I was more scared of how I looked, what went into my body and so on.

I looked at my mom, she was off to one side of my room with Mr. Irwin. She looked miserable, like she hasn't stopped crying.

"I've been visiting her when I can.. My mum usually doesn't care what I do so I just check on your mum alot.."

Mikey spoke quietly as we subtly watched them.

I started to feel really sick and dizzy. It was very similar to how I felt if I'd run in gym class. I squeezed Michael's hand and shut my eyes tightly.

"Luke? Are you okay?"

Michael asked with a frantic tone. I shook my head and ripped my hand away from his to hold my stomach. It felt like someone was stabbing it open with tens and thousands of needles.

"It hurts.. alot.."

I never cried if I was in pain but this time I couldn't help it. It was so incredibly painful.

"Mr. Irwin! Something's wrong!"

Michael yelled to catch his attention, which it did and he walked over.

"Luke? I need you to tell me what's going on."

"I feel so sick.. My stomach feels like it's being stabbed.. I hate this!"

I cried out, curling in a ball only hoping it would help.

I figured out then that maybe this was caused by eating so much. If I didn't eat then this wouldn't have happened. This was my fault completely and I could've completely avoided it.