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

FORTY

I hope you all enjoy the chapter.

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L E A N A

I stirred awake at the tug of the heat that gripped my body, suffocating me with discomfort as my clothes clinged to my skin with the aid of the sweat that arrived so I didn't burn to death. But I felt like I was dying as I slowly opened my weak eyes while my hand subconsciously moved up to wipe the sweat resting on my hairline.

I feel like shit.

Then my gaze shifted...

NO KEYS

I sighed with an exhausted pull back the sheets from my fevered body, opening it up to a wave of cool air that the tank top and short shorts I wore left me exposed to, and I was grateful for the feeling.

A small relief.

I need to take a shower and brush my teeth.

The very thought had my throat burning in tearful frustration, and it had me...missing Keys. I was getting emotional because I was alone. Something I was used to now felt heavy since I was now getting used to the feel of just being taken care of—used to her, and my emotions...My body feeling like it wasn't mine, the weight of frustration had a tear rolling from my eye in a slow manner and staying on my cheek as long as it could, as if attempting to make me feel less alone.

But it didn't help, not when the bed was empty, and I was staring at the writing on the walls on the other side of the room that said I had to get up and take care of myself, and I ain't want to. Something I was used to now felt heavy, because I hadn't taken a step on my own since I had called for Keys, and...I had gotten used to it fast, maybe it was because I secretly craved it, safety and...

PEACE

I had gotten used to it fast, maybe it was because I secretly craved her safety and...

PEACE

I need to take a shower and brush my teeth.

With a painful groan, I shifted on the bed, slowly sitting up with a weakness resting in my bones that had me tempted to just lay back down into the bed, but I was too fucking uncomfortable to feed into the thought.

I wanted to wash the feel of sweat and vomit off me.

And that need is what had me standing to my aching legs, and the feel of the act, the way my head swayed, my body ached and burned had another tear slipping from my eye.

My breaths felt hot flowing through my nostrils, and my eyes met heat and a dull pain every time my eyelids fell with a blink, and—

RING

RING

RING

The sound of my phone going off sang around the room, interrupting my thoughts and mental preparation to walk to the bathroom, and I contemplated ignoring the call for a second—just a second but the thought of it being Keys arrived in my mind dragging the contemplation off my train of thoughts before it could run its coarse.

That had me stretching a hand over from where I stood, lifting my phone off my bedside table, and the light from the screen had me squinting in pain as my eyes gradually adjusted to read the caller ID.

KEYS

Thank fuck.

Relief flowed through me in a subconscious manner before the reality even settled—before I could understand consciously to birth the feeling myself, and I swiped to answer the call before lifting and pressing the phone to my ear and cheek, while fighting back the already built tears in my eyes that wanted to fall as another feeling added to everything.