06 -Sharing is Caring

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Sharing is Caring

I CAN'T STOP throwing up.

I'm holding onto the toilet seat with a mystery man rubbing my back. My body is shivering as I hurl.

I don't know where Teddy or Shadow went.

"ответьте на звонок." The man behind me mummers under his breath. He continues to rub circles on my back. (Answer the phone)

I look back at him with tears in my eyes and try to ask him for some water but before I can get any words out I quickly turn back to the toilet and throw up again.

I don't know what happened. I was sleeping in the big bed before I woke up and threw up everywhere. I found another door and went inside seeing that it was a bathroom.

That was 15 minutes ago, and I still can't stop throwing up.

"I'm sorry sweetheart." The mystery man behind me says in a thick accent as he continues to fiddle with his phone and rubbing circles on my back. His phone starts ringing again and he sighs like daddy does when he gets good news.

The man answers the phone and puts it to his ear.

"В чем дело." Someone on the other side says but I don't know what it means. (What's wrong)

"У нее рвота, и я не знаю, что делать." The man behind me says but I still don't know what he's saying. He has an accent. (She's vomiting and I don't know what to do)

"Ебать." The man on the other side says. (Fuck)

I finally start throwing up and I think the man ended his conversation because he pulls me into his lap and continues rubbing my back.

"Breath in and out." He says in a deep voice.

Seconds later the door bursts open.

Two men crouch down in front of me and I look up to see them.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 | 𝟏𝟖+Where stories live. Discover now