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↬chapter 14

cw: ed, puke, drugs (od, kinda)
  
I woke up the next morning feeling the other side of the bed cold and empty, then a weird noise caught my attention.
It was coming from the bathroom so I stood up, put on my slippers and walked in its direction.
The door was closed yet not locked so I knocked once... twice... then I entered.
I found Lou kneeling in front of the toilet puking her soul out. I immediately undid my hair and used my elastic band to tie her hair up, away from her face. I sat beside her and rubbed her back, waiting for her to be over.
After 5 long minutes she had nothing left inside her so she flushed and let herself fall against the wall, trying to calm down.
I caught her hand in mine and cleaned up her face with a wet towel.
"What was that?" I asked concerned, trying to figure out the reason for that scenario I had found myself to be part of.
She shook her head as to say it was nothing, not a big deal.
I sat beside her and rested my hand on her leg as I pulled her head on my shoulder, cuddling her hair with my other hand.
"Talk to me, love"
"I'm just a little anxious" she said brushing it off with a soft laughter.
"A little? Girl, you pulled a whole Hollywood movie there" I said trying to chill her nerves.
"Yeah, my body responses are a bit dramatic sometimes" I laughed at her sentence and kept cuddling her.
I looked at the time on my watch and it was damn early.
"Are you feeling like this cause of the person we're gonna meet?"
Lou nodded and gagged immediately as the heard that sentence.
She kept gagging but nothing would come out.
"Okay, let's take one thing at a time.
Your need to vomit is physical or psychological?"
Lou shrugged.
"I'm telling you then, it's psychological and your body is empty as fuck now.
You can chill, you won't be throwing up again, it's just gagging so lean against the wall and breathe deeply" Lou nodded and did as I had told her.
She leaned against the wall and tried to breathe slower but unsuccessfully.
"Listen, blow on my fingers one by one, the way you'd do at your birthday"
I rose my five fingers before her face and I would lower one only when I could hear her breaths being slower and deeper.
"Better?" I asked her as much as my fingers were all down and she nodded in response.
"Now, let's wash your face and wet your wrists with some cold water cause, girl, you're burning hot in every sense of the word"
We neared the sink and she washed her face as I held her hair back, she then put her wrists under cold water and a sigh of relief left her lips at the feeling of her body cooling down.
"You still need to throw up?"
"N-no, I'm fine"
"Good, that's good"
I checked the time and it was 5:25am.
"Let's wait 5 more minutes for you to brush your teeth-"
"Why?" she asked picking up her toothbrush.
"Cause you have to wait 20 minutes, at least, so the teeth enamel won't be damaged by the acids of the stomach"
"Uhm... alright" she answered hesitantly, putting the toothbrush back down and sitting beside me.
"Do you wanna go back to sleep?"
Lou shook her head in disapproval.

Eventually we decided to go for a walk at the park. Lou was too anxious to sleep and to stay chilled out at home so that one was a good compromise.
"I'm not gonna ask you questions because I don't wanna trigger you but whatever you want to say, I'm happy to listen to" I said walking slowly by her side, holding my hand in mine and smoking with the other one.
She took a deep breath and grabbed the cigarette from my fingers taking a deep drag from it.
She gave it back whispering 'sorry'.
"It's okay, want one" she shook her head.
"My mother died, which is great to find out after I thought she had already died ten years ago.
My brother, Roman, has received a life long conviction and Micheal goes by Michelle now.
I'm really glad he-
sorry, she could find her true self but fuck, doesn't that sound like the plot of a very depressing comedy" she spit out laughing bitterly.
"It kinda does... I'm sorry babe" I said dragging her to the bench and hugging her tight.
"I'm not even said because she died. I'm pissed because she's never showed any slight sign of care towards me and I always thought that moment would have arrived. The moment where she realized she had fucked it all up.
It can happen no more, and now she's died convinced she was always right"
  
Two hours later we met Michelle at a caffe, it was awkward and I'm going to spare myself the agony of recalling the memories of that embarrassment.
Their conversation revolved around two topics: what to do with the -barely existent- heritage and who was gonna pay the funeral. They came to a conclusion and finally we were allowed to leave.
"God, I got a burden off my chest" Lou said as we left the caffe.

We came back at the theatre and it was about 11.30am, I needed to make up an excuse to leave as soon as possible.
- think, y/n, think -
"Is Daphne here?" I asked.
"She's upstairs" Amita answered while stirring something inside a pot.
I ran upstairs, opened the door of her room and closed myself in it as I saw she was alone.
"The deal starts now" I said and she chuckled and shook her head.
I looked at her confused as she stood up and walked towards me.
"Do you have what I want?"
"N-not yet, but I'm working on it"
"Then I guess your little anorexic stomach will need to stretch and fit loads of food till I don't have what I want"
"You're being an absolute bitch"
She shrugged, opened the door and leaned forward from the railing, facing the kitchen directly.
"How long till lunch?" she yelled.
"20 maybe" Amita answer, Daphne came back to the room and swallowed 2 or 3 pills.
"Time's running... click clock, click clock"

- I need those fucking drugs -
I ran to my room and got my phone.