𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱.

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Kassie woke up that morning with Carl missing from their shared bed. Nick seemed to be gone from the air mattress on the floor, too. The only other presence in the room was Ian, who was laying in his bed, not sleeping but still facing the wall. Not quite ready to take on the day yet.

The brunette lets out a sigh, before she sits up in the bed. She stretches a little, trying to get her back to crack, but was unsuccessful.

The past few days, she'd been feeling weird. Like uncomfortable in her own body, weird. Her back was killing her, her boobs felt like they weighed five million pounds, and she felt nauseated. Not sick, just nauseous.

And she found herself taking naps in the middle of the day. Kassandra Martin almost never took a nap in the middle of the day, unless she was sick. Her head felt like it was pounding more times than not.

She throws the blanket to the side and gets out of the bed, almost standing too fast as she felt a wave of nausea rush over her. She made a beeline for the bathroom, but Nick beat her to it. She let out a groan, running down the stairs and praying that the bathroom in the kitchen was available. It was not.

She received weird looks from her mother and Fiona, who were stood in the kitchen, as she ripped open the back door and emptied the contents of her stomach over the railing of the back porch.

"Jesus, Kass, are you sick?" Isla Martin rushes to her daughters side.

"Fuck," they hear another voice. Fiona rushed to the girls other side with confusion. "Frank, what the hell?!" Fiona questions, seeing Frank and a bunch of Mexicans in the back yard. Kassie had thrown up on Frank's head, as she didn't realize he was there.

"This is Jorge Mendoza and his clan. Got evicted. Bank sold it right out from under them, and the Mendoza's came home yesterday to find all of their stuff on the street" Frank drunkenly explained, causing Kassie to roll her eyes, becoming completely annoyed with the situation.

"And how is this our problem?" Fiona questions, after she and Isla share a look.

"The loss of our unique community? Generations of the American Melting Pot getting kicked out of their homes. Gentrification is everyone so problem, Fiona" Frank says. Fiona pinches the beige of her nose and lets out a sigh. "Frank, what are they doing in our yard?"

"I rented it to them. The shed, the van, under the porch, this grassy area. And, oh, my god, can they cook" Frank says, and Kassie rolls her eyes again, before walking back into the house, where most of the family was now in the kitchen. Where she catches the slightest smell of eggs. Her face turns into one of disgust, and she's in the small bathroom, throwing up, yet again.

"I think you might be getting sick, sweetheart" Isla says, pulling her daughters hair back into a loose ponytail. "Ya think?" Kassie fires, sarcastically. "Jesus, baby, you're burning up" Isla says, after feeling her daughters forehead.

Carl and Fiona stand at the door of the small bathroom, worried looks on both of their faces.

"My head is pounding," Kassie admits, leaning her head into her moms shoulder. Isla looks up at Fiona. "Do you have a thermometer laying around anywhere?"