Peppermint Omega

9

Quietly, I took the bottle from him and swished out my mouth, spitting it in the pile of vomit, trying to dilute the pile. He came forward and pulled me toward him. He was so young and yet so tall, so broad. I could remember trailing my hands over his warm bare skin..

Nooooo.. I felt my stomach churn again and moved away from him quickly. Heaving contents of my bile duct into the shallow ditch.

'Are you alright?' The question was innocent enough. A logical question to ask a person who is suffering and you don't know what else to say.

'No,' I answered after spitting more swish from my mouth. 'But after I come closer to a god, I think my transgressions will be forgiven.'

He chuckled, his warm hand making circles on my back. The heat felt hot, burning me. I jumped and ordered, 'Don't touch me.'

He lifted both hands in the air, backing away slowly. 'Isn't this funny? You avoided me and yet ended back up in my presence.'

Tilting my head, my eyes blinked rapidly as if that was going to help my hearing. What on earth was he saying? 'Huh?'

A sly smirk crossed his face, making his features appear more dark, sinister.. sexy. I shook my head. Goddamnit! 'You know exactly what I am talking about, little omega.'

There it was. His voice deepened at his pet name and my dick started to twitch betraying not only myself, but my resolve. His smirk widened as my attraction filled the air around us. He took a step forward, and I held up a hand.

'You stay right there,' I growled, embarrassed, horny, and.. more bile came up. I coughed and choked a bit on my own snot trying to drip down my throat. He came forward, pressing his chest into my still lifted hand.

'Let me help you.' A strange worry was etched in his tone. Something that I was not used to hearing directed at myself.

'You are a child,' I sputtered, using my sleeve to wipe my mouth. 'If you had not had lied to me about that fact, I never would have met you.'

He chuckled. 'This is what has you upset, little omega?'

Lucian boldly reached out and caressed the side of my face. Subconsciously, I leaned into the touch. The mix of his pheromones, the fact that I felt exhausted as hell, and I was turned on by him. I don't know. But small voice chimed in, Quinton, he is still a child. DISTANCE!

I pulled myself away from him quickly. The ride share finally pulled up, rolling down a window and asking us, who were standing awkwardly, if we knew a Quin-ton.

'That's me. That's me. Me,' I rambled over and over, quickly making my escape from him.

I didn't feel better until the house disappeared from our view, but I didn't relax until we had made it to my neighborhood.

It was past 11:30 when I crept into my empty, dark apartment. My body felt so exhausted, not only emotional but physically. But I didn't have the energy to deal with anything, nor did I want to. What I wanted didn't happen, and my mind spiraled.

I needed to get off these clothes. They smelled like.. him. Shivering, I stripped quickly and turned on the shower as high as it could go. Normally, I never sat in the tub, but I squeezed in and let the water pummel me. Unbearably hot water hit the front of my body. I didn't care as tears ran down my face. How the hell had my life turned so fucked?

'Fucked,' I muttered aloud surprising myself. I never cursed. But nothing else fit the situation. Crying made me more tired, and the water turned my skin red, pooling between my closed thighs and not getting to the drain.

'I can't even cry in the shower nicely either,' I complained to no one and slapped my right thigh.

The water had turned into ice when I decided to torture myself further and actually shower in it. Smelling like my usual honey apples calmed me slightly. Not even caring, I plopped into bed in my head towel and rolled into a blanket burrito.

*--*

Distant sounds of alarm sound, but the sound further way than usual. My body wanted to ignore them. It ached and was still very tired, but my mind knew I had work today and needed to get up.

Sitting in an upright position made me dizzy, even more so when I swung my legs over the side of the bed. I felt so drunk. Maybe from the lack of sleep and the vomiting. My bladder hit really quickly. I rushed in and sat down due to not feeling well at all.

More dizziness swept over me and caused my stomach to churn. With nothing inside it, I felt hopeful that I wouldn't vomit again.. Maybe never for the rest of my life. That stupid sound again! What was it?!

I let it go off and used toilet paper to clean the tip off, then go my bearings enough to stand and wash my hands. Making it out of the bathroom wasn't easy, but I did. The noise came again. I was able to pick up that this was my phone's alarm going off.

On the small bar, there were two phones. Blinking rapidly again, memories of last night flashed across my mind in a scary movie fashion - long narrow shots, wide shots, flashes of light and playing with darkness; the evil villain standing in the dark with a weapon.

'Enough. Just enough.'

I leaned over the bar gripping the edges, trying steady my breathing. He wasn't a villain, just a child. I don't ever have to see him again.

*--*

'Oh my gawd, Quinny! You look like shit.' Evie, in her ever-pleasant tone, commented on me.

'I blame you,' I growled narrowing my eyes at her.

'I'm sorry about what happened. I knew if I was honest with you would have shut me down immediately.'

'Fuck you,' I hissed and held my head, getting used to cursing rather quickly. A headache was brewing out of nowhere. I never got those, and I couldn't trust my stomach today either. Everything that I saw or smelled made me sick. So, I was riding on fumes, hopes, and prayers.

Her eyes widened in surprise at my changed demeanor, but she chuckled. 'One visit to my home and you have become feisty. I like it. I should have invited you over sooner. Speaking of which, Wy and Luc said you got sick. Are you alright?'

'Never-fucking-better.' I bared my teeth at her, hissing again. My stomach tied in knots again when she mentioned Lucian, cutely Luc. No no no! He is not cute.

Her small hand gently found my forehead, and she hummed. 'You don't seem to have a fever.'

I shrugged her off and tried my best to ignore her all day, but she kept weeding her way back into my focus.

'I have to say,' she leaned toward me in a conspiratory fashion, 'you have made quiet the impression on my little brother.'

My face fell, and I didn't even hide it from her.

'Don't worry,' she explained as she picked, what looked like invisible, lint from her dress. 'He is rather the manwhore and won't stay infatuated long.'

My face contorted as I repeated. 'A manwhore?'

'Oh yes. Very much so. He has caused quite the stir..' she droned on and on about his escapades.

Why did that even bother me? The grip on my mouse tightened and I smacked my finger on the button. I shouldn't care or get wrapped up in this man.. er.. boy's life. Shaking my head, I felt my body revolt again. Salvia pooled in my mouth.

'Oh god,' I whined and thought to pull the trashcan from under by desk to vomit.

'I didn't think his sex life would gross you out so much,' she joked.

'I didn't think you, as an adult, would enjoy talking about a child performing such deprived acts,' I countered nastily as I spat spittle from my lips.

Her jovial expression fell into a stoic expression.