[Ira and Rachel] -Star Crossed.💙

Chapter 5: Ira's Choice To Make

‼️TW: Abuse and Emetophobia (puke) 😅‼️

Ira's POV,

I woke up somewhere around early morning with a raging headache. The pain shot between my ears, and I bolted up immediately from the couch I don't remember laying on. I suddenly felt out of balance and tumbled back onto the cushions, now acknowledging my newfound dizziness and queasy stomach.

What happened? I thought, rubbing my head.

I was still at the mercenare hideout, but as I tried to remember how exactly I became this fucked up, it all became a blur.

However, I wasn't the only one confused. In a flash, my two mercenare friends saw me awake and immediately marched to my side. By the look on both of their faces, they obviously weren't here to help or console me.

"Ira, you little stink!" Yelled a furious Bel, some of his spit landing on me. His hot breath made me scrunch my nose up in disgust, and I became aware of how much I actually wanted to throw up.

He didn't care for that, as expected, and instead grabbed my shirt's collar and lifted me into the air violently.

"What is that shit on your face?!" He demanded, and I flailed my arms trying to get down.

Shit on my face? What is he talking about!

When it became apparent he wouldn't let go, I brought my face up to my cheeks and found them feeling sticky. That was strange, and I began to question it just like Bel. But then I looked at my fingers, and my heart dropped.

It was Rachel's lip gloss.

"Where the fuck were you out last night, getting sloppy kiss marks like these?!" Shouted Bel angrily. He still had me under his grip, and the loose contents of my stomach felt like they'd fall out any moment.

To my surprise, Marmo came over, a smug look on her face. She whacked the man's arm away and I stumbled to the ground. My heart pounding in fear and relief, I looked up at her with hope only to find her staring me down like a dog.

"You also have a ridiculous perfume all over you," she criticized. Putting her hand over her heart in disgust, she recoiled away from me. "It smells like the cheapest lavender perfume they could ever sell on the market!"

Bel scoffed. "Nevermind that," he scolded harshly. His voice was so loud it echoed throughout the hideout. "What I wanna know is where the fuck all of this happened."

Staring blankly at them and still recovering from Bel's wrestling, my memories suddenly came back to me.

My head pounded menacingly, remembering how Rachel and I had kissed last night. I had left feeling in a daze, but was so distraught to come back to my life with these two suckers. The awful feeling was too much, so I pigged out on a bowl of chocolates we had out. It was so delicious and so, so sugary. All I remember was reaching for the bowl of taffy when I had finished.

Shit, I'm in deep...

In front of me, both of the evil servants were staring at me cross-armed, eyes glaring. I had to do something, except what the fuck was I supposed to say now?

Swallowing bile, I said in a dim voice, "Forget it."

They both stared at me in shock as I turned around, in too much abdominal pain to mutter anything else.

It wasn't long before I quickly flew outside and finally vomited all of the sick, gross candy I binged on last night. Heaving and coughing, I made terrible retching noises as it all went into the bushes. My throat burned with a vengeance.