How Bad Could You Really Be?

The beginning of the end.

Onice was gone longer than expected for just grabbing some paperwork. But I didn't think anything of it. He often got caught up in other business that needed to be taken care of. It was probably some work related phone call or something. I took a shower and then hopped into bed with a book. At this rate I was going to run out things to read. I scowled at the page thinking that Oncie better buy me another book. Especially if he's just going to have me sit around and do nothing. I know his heart was in the right place though. The door burst open. I looked over the edge of my book. Oncie stood there staring at me. He looked like something had really freaked him out. I set the book down after dog earring the page I was on.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

He dropped his paperwork on the floor and ran over. He jumped on the bed and rest his head on my chest; then he just started sobbing. It seemed like he was trying to say something, but the words never really formed past a crying sound. I held him close and waited for him to calm down. I don't know if I had ever seen him so afraid. Again, I tried to ask him what was wrong. Soft, whimpering noises slipped from his mouth, but he was already asleep. I turned off the lights and scooted under the covers. I kept him close to me. I had no idea what got him so worked up, but that would just have to be a conversation for the morning.

That night was one of the worst nights I had slept. My stomach was killing me. And like clockwork I would wake up every hour with one cramp more horrible than the next. I would eventually fall back asleep, but rinse and repeat this process. The sun started creeping in the room. I decided to get up. I thought I had to throw up, but as soon as I stood the pain caused me to keel over.

"Jesus, kid! What the hell are you doing in there?" I shouted.

"What's wrong?" Oncie asked, shooting out of bed.

"I don't know! It feels like this kid is kicking my insides. It kept me up all night."

"We should go to the hosiptal!"

"Oncie, they are just cramps. Calm down."

"At least get back in bed!"

"Deep breaths, Oncie," I mocked.

"Haha, sorry I'm worried about you."

"I'm fine they said there would be bad days, right?"

I pulled myself back into bed and curled up. Oncie carefully tucked me back into bed. He disappeared for a while only to return with some ginger ale for me. Today he was scheduled to meet with he foreman and press to officially announce they were building the new homes. I told him I was going to go with him, but he insisted I stay put. I huffed and pouted; he didn't change his mind.

"It's not just you I am worried about. Please stay home today," he begged.

"Fine, I'll stay home, but you have to tell me what happened last night."

"I saw the Greedler."

"After so long? What happened? You are going to be okay, right?"

"Yeah, he asked if I really wanted him out of my life."

"And?"

"Of course I said yes," he said.

"Well, that's a relief, right?"

"Well just what he said. He said no backsies on the decision. And then he said he hoped you would be okay with my choice."

"That thing never made sense to me. We'll be fine from here. Don't worry."

"But Skye it sounded like a riddle. He said he gave you something I never did."

"Yeah an irrationally large amount of hatred towards him. He was crazy, we'll be okay. You better get ready now!"