Walk All Over You

Chapter Fifty-One

"Don't touch me!" I hiss, the sickly feeling now surrounding the insides of my chest. If I didn't get to the bathroom in a couple of minutes I was surely going to chunder right here, right now.

"Let go of me Axl." I demand, squirming in his arms. Where was Nikki when I needed him? That's right, browsing through a fucking sex shop. I give him the all clear that he could keep browsing, stupid me. Axl's arms had wrapped securely around me, in a tight grip, tight enough that he was able to lift me off of the ground without any difficulty. It seemed as though he was pulling me from out of window view, so Nikki was unable to see anything.

"Let me the fuck go Axl! Go back to your fucking girlfriend!" I yell, my head becoming light, my stomach feeling very uneasy. Axl, without speaking a word soon placed me down and pushed me up against the brick wall, holding his hands around me tightly. I was about to vomit there and then.

"No, she don't know I'm gone. She's trying on the fucking lingerie. I told you, I'm sorry. But I don't want her, I want you." He whispers fairly loudly, gazing around looking paranoid, every so often.

"Let me go! I'm not feeling well." I cry out, using my hands to try and push him away, unfortunately I was more concentrated on the vomit rising.

"Oh babe." Axl murmurs, his thumb caressing my cheek. Within moments, his face inched towards me and his lips met mine. Fighting him weakly as he kissed me, I squirmed and made awkward noises, doing anything and everything to separate his lips from mine. Managing to push Axl away in time, his lips ripped away from mine with a slap-like sound. That's when the vomit came up my throat and of course within seconds into my mouth. Slapping my hand to my mouth in attempts to hold it back and escape Axl for the bathroom, I couldn't. Axl furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and within a split second, I was hunched over, the vomit exploding from my mouth all over Axl's leather boots.

Axl stared down at me horrified, whether it was horrifying for me to be vomiting all over his shoes or myself vomiting overall.

"I'm so sorry!" I cry as soon as I managed to stop. Tears were streaming down my face and I could feel my stomach tightening again, I wasn't finished as of yet. Knowing that, I slapped my hand over my mouth again and pushed Axl away before sprinting off towards the bathroom, in hopes to make it there on time, before exploding again.

Making it to the bathroom, I didn't take notice of which restroom I went into, I didn't care, as long as I found a toilet. Getting to the toilet in time, I kept the door wide open, barely having any time to close it before the vomit began to push its way out of my mouth. On my hands and knees, I was hunched over the toilet bowl, spewing my guts up. The taste was disgusting and I felt like I was going through hell. Someone grasped onto my hair, holding back and away from my face as I let out the stomach acids. When finished, I gasped for a breath and began to sob. I hated vomiting, I always got upset when I did. I always needed a hug afterwards, it in a way made me feel better. Ripping away some toilet paper, I began to spit, attempting to get rid of the taste, not only that I used the paper to wipe my mouth and scrape my tongue.

When I felt like I was better, I slowly stood up and flushed the toilet, turning to see who was my saviour and held back my hair. There and then, I connected my eyes with Axl, who bashfully stood in front of me.

"I'm sorry S-" Axl attempted to speak, but within seconds I leapt into his arms, needing a bit of comfort after my chundering. Axl, clearly taken back from my sudden action, wrapped his arms tightly around me. If only Nikki was here instead. I needed his hugs, those were the best and where I felt most comfortable, loved and protected. But I didn't mind who I was hugging as of right now, I just needed the hug.

Once I felt better, I slowly pulled away from Axl and swiftly slapped my palm firmly against his cheek. The sound was fluent and loud enough to be heard from outside. Axl grimaced and rested his palm against his cheek, pain seeping through his face. He didn't argue, he didn't even say a word, he took the slap and he knew the reason for why he deserved it. Strangely he wasn't arguing.