The Frequency Of Compulsion/GXG/ Grip The Series: Book One

THIRTY-NINE

Here y'all go.

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L E A N A

Swan-like gestures.

Literal perfection.

The frequency of compulsion.

The frequency of desire.

Inhale

Exhale

Hold

Fall

Dizziness returned to embrace me as I stood from my recently held split with a hold of the pole I had just left for assistance as I did. Dizziness that had been lingering since I left my house this morning to come here.

It's always fucking something.

I sighed as I moved down the stairs with a motion for Alessia to take over the pole as I exited the stage, feeling that ongoing heat wash over me once again. I felt as fucked up as I did yesterday morning after eating that damn sandwich from the place Dwayne brought me to, and I could've sworn that shit had passed.

I need to sit my ass down.

I listened to my body as I walked over to sit in the chair my duffle was next to with a close of my eyes and a deep breath, trying to keep the bad feel overtaking me at bay as my body continued to run hot, making me wish this hot ass club had A/C or at the least some fans a—

"You good?" I heard Latoya question, and it had my eyes peeling open to see her now standing in front of me with a subtle frown as she wiped her neck with her small black towel.

"Yeah, just nauseous," I breathed out, feeling sweat on my body I knew wasn't from my practice since I barely got two minutes in.

"Still?" She asked, and I nodded slowly and carefully as I closed my eyes once again, happy I ain't have to say much or explain since she already knew how I was feeling. I told her. It's why I had her ass pick me up and drive me here. "You need to let Dwayne ass pay for you to go to a hospital or sumn,"

"I'm good," I murmured even though it wasn't true, but I was just hoping that at some point my body would believe it since I ain't have time to be missing work today, when I already missed yesterday due to the rain.

"You want sum cold water or sumn?" She asked, her voice holding more concern than before, and the thought alone had me opening my eyes.

"Yes, please," I accepted, and she made quick work of kneeling next to me to open my duffle as that weird feeling started to sit on my chest agaim. That weird feeling I thought I got rid of yesterday with that nap.

"Here,"

"Thank you," I affirmed, taking my water bottle from her, opening it and downing a mouthful, hoping it would ease just how overwhelming the place was starting to feel. The music was too loud, the chatter, the everything, the place was too hot, felt too small—

I ain't got time for this.

"Your woman here," Latoya called out, loud enough for only me to hear, and I knew that was her nosey ass way of trying to distract me from the torment my body was putting me through right now.

"You ain't funny," I uttered while looking over to the entrance of the club to see Keys walking in, dressed in her usual black jeans, white t-shirt, black boots, and head covered by a gray durag, looking...good—real good.