His Lucky Shot

Deathbed

Daddy Xav

2 days later.

Hangover is a bitch.

Like the law abiding citizens we are, Liv, Aaron, Kai, Indi and I decided that we'd get wasted last night for the fun of it.

I stumble to the kitchen, closing the blinds and switching off the lights as I do so.

I go straight to rhe fridge and my eyes land on the ribs we ordered last night, Ivy being the depressed bitch she cause of my asshole cousin didn't want to eat them, so I forced her to eat 3 and she did.

I'm literally the best influence ever.

I take the remaining 2 and microwave them before planting my juicy ass on the sofa. Someone's phone keeps on ringing in the kitchen.

I just realized that this place was cleaned up, not by me of course, probably by servent Liv.

"Oh, the walking corspe is finally awake." Indi muses sitting right next to me.

I don't understand how she isn't hungover, I'm dying.

"It's 6pm Xav." I choke on the ribs the same way bitches be choking on my huge dick.

Indigo the magician hands me a bottle of water with some advil.

I gulp the whole shit down, the advil gods are doing some magic here, I can feel the headache become less of an ache and more of a head.

"Yall seen Ivy?" Kai and Liv ask at the same time, walking in, no hangover evident in their hedious troll faces.

I shake my head.

The phone rings for the fifth time since I sat down. What the fuck?

"Her phones ringing in the kitchen though." Indigo mutters and Liv immediately goes for it.

"You think she told Dante?" Indi asks and I shake my head.

"He's being a bitch anyways." She replies, Kai agreeing with her.

"It's Jordan!" Liv yells.

"Bring it here!" Indi yells back.

Liv comes into the room, now answering the phone and putting it on speaker.

'Sis you better not be messing with me right now, WHAT THE FUCK do you mean you ate pork!?' Jordan is quick to speak, frantic.

Liv tenses up.

"Jordan, its Liv and what the fuck do you mean by that?"

'Where's Ivy?'

"Jordan..." Indi warns.

'Where the fuck is Ivy?' God knew not to make them blood siblings.

"Jordan we don't know where Ivy is! Now what the fuck are you talking about?" And that's how Olivia crashes out.

'Shit... She's allergic to pork and she told me hate it 7 hours ago, shit she's probably passed out right now.' You can hear the panic and sadness in his voice from a mile away.

I freeze.

Holy shit.

What the fuck have I done?

Without a wasted second I rush to her and Dantes room, inviting myself inside.

She's on the bed, unmoving.

If Dante doesn't kill me, I'll do it myself. Hell, I'll even kill him too.

I pull the blankets off of her, her body is violently shaking, I feel her forehead, what the fuck? She's burning.

"Ivy."