The Secret (Book 1 of the Secret Series)

Chapter 18

I leaned over the toilet after I threw up, and moaned. I felt so sick and weak that I almost didn't make it out of bed to get to the bathroom. Whoever had come in last night was still there, I never checked to see who it was, before I ran in here, but I didn't care. They had been there.

I didn't think I could do this thing with Taylor anymore. Everything just felt wrong now. At first, yeah, everything was great, and then the almost sex in the infirmary, but worst of all, the dream last night. I just felt so scared now. I knew I wasn't doing the right thing and I knew I was going to hurt him, when I told Taylor that we wouldn't work out, but I just couldn't do it. Not with Taylor. He just wasn't the right person for me, and I knew that. There was no point in leading him on, and letting him think we had a chance, when I knew we didn't. I had more of a chance of a successful relationship with Kyle right now, than I did with Taylor.

The thought of being in any relationship with Kyle at all, made me sick again, and I had to throw up. I moaned and flushed the toilet, then pushed myself up and walked toward the bed again. That was when I realized that I really didn't like the person in my bed right now. Now that I could see who it was, I didn't want to be anywhere near my bed.

"Kyle." I breathed and leaned into the wall.

"Did you have sex with him yet?" he asked, not even looking at me. "Is that why you are sick?"

"No." I grumbled. "And no. How is it any of your business anyway?"

"It doesn't matter." he sat up and looked at me. "Why were you screaming last night? Was it a bad dream? Was it about Taylor?" I tensed. Did he really know me that well, to know that my dreams were about people. "Did you... have sex in the dream?" I looked away.

"Go away please." I whispered. "I don't feel good and I'm not in the mood. I would gladly throw up on you, if that will get you out of here faster."

"So you did have sex in the dream." I cringed. I ran back to the bathroom and threw up again. "I take that as a yes." I flipped him off and he laughed. "You're already having sex with one guy, how many more do you want?"

"I'm not having sex with anyone!" I yelled and moaned. "I'm never having sex with anyone, ever. I'll die before I have sex with anyone, and it won't be because I am sick either."

"Was it that bad?" he asked. It was a wonder to me, why we were even talking to each other, let alone, having an actual conversation, without trying to kill each other...

Yet.

"It wasn't fun, when you're scared to death in the first place," I whispered and looked at him. "or when he ties you up." he tensed and I could have sworn that I could see fear for me in his eyes, but just as quickly as it was there, it was gone.

"I told you to stay away from him Katara, I meant it." he stood and walked into the bathroom. He pulled me up and dragged me toward the room. "He will say and do anything, to get you into bed, and trust me, he's worse than I am. He's killed women, just to have sex with their bodies. I'm not going to let that happen to you, because believe it or not, I actually care about you." I looked at him shocked as he sat me on the bed. "I'm warning you Katara, don't let him near you, because if he hurts you, then there will be no stopping me, from killing him." I just stared at him. "He's no good. You're too pure."

"W-who are you... and what have you done with him?" I whispered. He laughed humorlessly.

"Oh, he's still there, and he'll get you, but he's got to take out the enemy first." I shivered. "Now." his hand came across my face. "That is for not listening to me. Next time, it will be much worse. Do you understand me?" I touched my busted lip and slowly looked at him. "I said do you understand me?" he hit me again.