An unlikely pair, Sybil & Syre find themselves being pulled toward the other by an undeniable force. They both have decided that they hate each other but over time that "hate" turns into something else all together.
As it turns out, these two wound...
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"I'm so tired y'all." I yawned, taking a seat in my booth chair. I was exhausted lately. Like totally beat, in every way.
ChiChi laughed at me and shook her head. "Girl it's the new year, we're only like 4 weeks in. You're supposed to be refreshed."
I laughed at her softly and shrugged. "I don't know...everything I do, I'm just tired..."
I let my eyes fall shut, just for a moment before I heard Drea laugh. "This bitch is about to fall asleep, look at her."
"I would say she pregnant, but Syre can't impregnate her from behind glass so....that's out." ChiChi joked.
I felt a flip I my stomach, completely nauseating and my eyes shot open. I sat up quickly and took a deep breath, trying to figure out if I was really going to throw up or not. Because that's sure what it felt like. I stared at the floor for a moment before standing to my feet and running for the bathroom.
"Maybe she caught the flu..." I heard ChiChi say before I was out of ear shot. I barely made it to the bathroom, dropping to my knees and blowing chunks into the toilet.
"Ughhh, what the fuck..." I groaned before another wave hit me and I threw up again.
I could hear footsteps closing in on me and eventually I felt someone pulling my hair back. "I think you should go to the doctor stink. Something obviously wrong with you...you never throw up."
I cleared my throat, spitting into the toilet.
"Knowing the doctor, they'll be booked out in appointments...maybe I'll just go to Urgent Care."
"Is this the first time you've thrown up?"
"Yea. It's weird, I was fine a second ago...and it just came out of nowhere."
I caught my breath and sat back, leaning against the door and exhaling. ChiChi she handed me a paper towel and I gave her a smile. "Thank you best."
"Welcome stink." She crossed her arms. "Is there a possibility you're pregnant? Just asking. I know it's a stretch...I've just never seen you like this before. Have you seen Syre?"
I looked up at her and shook my head. "I saw him. We had a conjugal visit on Christmas Eve."
Her eyes widened. "Aww, you didn't tell me you got to see him like that. How did he look?"
"Rough...tired. But still fine as hell." I smiled.
She gushed and pouted. "Love that for you. So you did get you a lil sumsum behind the glass. I see you."
I laughed at her as she helped me up from the floor. "Yea but...I'm definitely not pregnant. It probably is the flu like you said...or some stomach bug."
