False God ★ M. Schmidt

8

[ Y/n ]

I've been in bed for days. My condition has improved but I still have a nasty stomach bug that isn't letting me eat. Neither Mike nor Abby caught what I had, which I'm thankful for.

Mike got me a book from the library that I've been working through. I was never one for fantasy but hot lusty vampires don't seem too bad. I don't think he realized what he grabbed when he grabbed it.

My leg is thrown over his, just to be closer to him. Mike gets some more sleep. Abby is already at school. I hope when she gets older a bus will be able to come pick her up.

We love driving her but-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I jump, startling Mike. "What? What happened?" He's sitting up with me now. "Someone's at the door. It could be your dad." I talk in a whisper as if whoever is out there might hear us.

"Dad hasn't bothered to call in a few days. He probably gave up. Just ignore it, sweetheart." He lays back down. The adrenaline has already started coursing through me and it's unsettled my stomach.

Nausea has been my most prominent feeling for so long I don't know if I'll ever have relief again.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Mike gets out of bed. I follow behind him to the door just in case. My upset stomach pulls me over into a hunch. I look like a weirdo. If the pain and urge to puke weren't so overwhelming I could probably suck it up.

"Vanessa, hey. Did something happen again?"

Vanessa? The cop? She stopped by again? I'm going to tell her off. She can't keep doing this. He's a spoken for man! I'm going to say something right-

I puke on the floor. I'm not sure how it happened so suddenly. Usually I have at least a little self control. My stomach growls like I might go again. Quickly, I rush myself into the kitchen.

"I can help. Where's your mop?" Oh no. No, no, no. She is not coming into my house. I just need to stop puking to tell her to get out.

Mike wets a paper towel and lays it on the back of my neck. He holds my hair out of my face. "You're ok. It's almost over."

Get. Her. Out.

Finally, I stop. Of course Mike is a total gentleman and gets me a cup of water. I side eye the blonde in my living room cleaning up my puke.

"It's fine, I can do that." I call to her. "No, no, don't worry about it. You seem pretty sick. Have you seen a doctor?" It's really not her business at all.

"Yeah, it's just the flu." I lie. She doesn't need to know. In my peripheral I can see Mike give me a confused look. He knows I haven't seen any doctors.

"The flu can be nasty." She sighs like she actually cares. Like she isn't trying to steal Micheal right from my grasp. God, when did I become so paranoid of other people?

"Thanks for helping. You can go now." I show her to the door. "Oh, actually I came to talk to Mike." She stops walking with me and turns to Mike.