No Control (Kellic)

27. Blank Spaces

Later that day I woke up to an empty bed. I was bundled within my blankets and my body was in a comfortable position. I also was feeling a bit icky, which made me not want to move, so I didn't. I laid on my bed fading in and out of sleep until I heard my door open. I looked over at the person lazily, seeing it was Tony.

He noticed that I was awake when he got closer. A small smile was evident on his face. This made me wonder why he was in here.

"Hey, it's dinner time. We're waiting for you so we can start eating." Tony informed me.

I nodded slowly, moving sluggish before finally pealing away the blanket and removed myself from the sweet cocoon I had myself in. I pulled my shirt over the slight bump, which couldn't be noticed unless you knew me well enough. Tony had glanced at my stomach, but he didn't show any signs of acknowledgement.

I followed him to the kitchen. Vic was seated next to a empty chair, facing away from the entrance to the kitchen. I glanced at Mike, who was feeding Lucas and making small talk with Vic while doing so.

I walked over to Vic after a few seconds, Tony sat down next to Mike. I glanced at Vic curiously, he was looking at me while responding to Mike with half ass answers. There was a look in his eye, a look of judgement. He seemed like he was thinking about if he should, or should not, do whatever he was thinking of.

I watched him for a few seconds, but my attention was removed from him to Tony not too long afterwards.

"Kellin? Do you want any of this?" Tony asked, motioning to a small bowl of food.

"Sure." I muttered, reaching for it. He handed it over and I poured a small amount on my plate.

I continued putting food onto my plate until I felt like it was enough, which wasn't much. I was feeling more on the sick side so I kept silent while I ate. Mike and Tony made small talk with Vic. The only time I contributed to the conversations was when they asked me a question or something.

I was half way through eating when I felt a very familiar feeling. I knew right away what it was and I didn't hesitate to leave the dinner table. I began to walk quickly to the bathroom, only sprinting as I began to fill the wretched substance start to come up my throat.

A few moments later I spewed my guts in the porcelain bowl in the bathroom that was closest to the kitchen. The sounds of me retching up bile echoed in the bathroom. I gripped the seat of the toilet tightly with one hand, the other held most of my hair out of the way.

I could hear someone knocking lightly on the door, then the sound of the door opening. I managed to come to a stop a few seconds afterwards.

"Go away." I muttered quietly, my voice cracking. I didn't care who it was, no one needed to see me like this. I groan when I felt the feeling arise again. I began to retch again.

I felt a hand run over my back hesitantly. When I didn't move the hand away, it was more firm and comforting. My hair was then held back by the person, who I recognized as Vic when I heard his voice whisper calming things in my ear.

Once I had finished spitting up bile and had recovered from it some, I leaned back on my heels and wiped the substance on my sleeve. I glanced back at Vic tiredly. I was afraid that I had grossed him out, that he didn't want me because of this.

Vic didn't seem to mind though. He didn't push me away from him or leave me here whenever I asked him to leave. He stayed by my side and helped me through what had just happened. My Sugar Daddy helped me stand up, being gentle and doing his best not to let me fall down again.

He lead me over to the sink and I automatically grabbed a clean toothbrush and toothpaste from the cabinet. After I had brushed and used mouth wash to wash my mouth, I was lead out of the room. I leaned more away from Vic and did my best to walk normally. It was proven difficult, as I felt like all of my energy had been drained from my body.

Vic decided to pick me up off of my feet and carry me to my room when I paused from walking. A wave of dizziness had ran it's course through me mere seconds before. I glanced up at my Sugar Daddy, he was occasionally glancing at me as we walked towards my room.

When we arrived to my room he placed me down on the bed. I moved a little bit, but paused from moving when he began to remove my shirt. I allowed him to remove it, as it was a bit dirty right now anyways.

My Sugar Daddy helped me put on a different sweater and pants before tucking me into bed. He moved a few strands of hair out of my face gently. Vic was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with slight worry as I kept dozing in and out of sleep.

He was humming a soft tune while he ran his hands through my hair, which lulled me even further towards sleep.

"Vic..." I muttered. He paused from humming to respond to me.

"What is it, Darling?" His voice was smooth and calm.

"Can you sing for me?" I asked, sleep was slowly fogging my mind.

"If you want me to." He whispered before placing his lips on my forehead gently and then removing them.

"I want you to...but only if you want to." I say, clearly half asleep.

He slowly began singing. His singing voice was high and raw, but that was okay. It was pleasing to hear his elegant singing voice. His words were in Spanish, but they sounded as if they were a Hispanic lullaby.

My breathing was slowly leveling off and becoming more smoother as he got closer to the end of the lullaby. I then faded completely into darkness and allowed sleep to consume me.