Broken Promises.

Chapter Sixteen- Cheshire boy say.. what?

Chapter Sixteen- Cheshire boy say.. what?

Bridgette's P.O.V

  I quickly ran to the toilet, my stomach not happy with its contents.

  "Emerson!" I screamed while entering the bathroom, "come quick!" I hugged the toilet tightly, and began puking up last night's dinner, which wasn't very appealing as it was last night.

  "What's the matter, hone-" Emerson began, "ew." I gagged up more, and more continents filled the toilet. My body convinced me I was finished, but no, more came. "Um. What is happening?" I lent my sick body against the wall next to our toilet and waited a little longer to hurl again. I cleared my throat and blinked back a couple of tears to look up at Emerson.

  "I ugh," I began, then stopped as I hurled again, gripping the toilet harder.

  "Don't tell me," Emerson gawked, "are you drunk?" I shook my head and sat back up so my head wouldn't be in this god awful toilet. Man, this needs to be cleaned, bad.

  "No." I coughed out, "just bloody sick as fuck." My face was immediately returned back in the toilet,  Emerson rushed to my side and pulled my hair back. "Damn, that chicken doesn't look as good as last night." I smiled a little, and the puking came to a short halt. 

  "God my stomach and head hurts."

  "Bridgette," Emerson said, I looked at her in the face again. "You're not uh," I looked at her longer, "pregnant are you?" My eyes widen as I looked at her like she was a different color.

  "Last time I checked I was still a virgin." I replied with a small laugh, a cough following shortly after. "I got up five minutes ago, puking. Sounds like a great day."

  "Any idea why you're puking your brains out, my love?" Emerson calmly whispered to me as I was now leaning into her side.

  "Bad dream I guess," I responded, and closed my eyes. "It was so real it was scary."

  "What about?" She asked me and started to play with my unwanted hairs sticking out of my messy bun. I breathed in uneasily and looked up at her, tears starting to fill up my waterline.

  "Louis, my Mum, my old house back in Doncaster," I began with a sigh, "my Mum and I were laughing and smiling which is so abnormal for the both of us."

  "Isn't that good though?"

  "Yeah I guess so," I sighed, "weird part was is that Louis forgot about everything, the not speaking to me thing, it was like it was," I sighed again looking down at our bathroom tile, "us." I looked up at Emerson, who smirked a little at me.

  "Isn't that what you want?" She asked me, I shrugged my shoulders a little and breathed in loudly.

  "I rather be just another happy memory to him, then to face him again." My eyes watered, "I'm not that strong enough to do it."

  "Bri. You're one of the strongest people I know. If anything facing him and telling him how great you were would be best." Emerson assured me,  I laughed at her words and hugged her tiny body tightly.

  "Honey. I love how crazy you are."

*

  "I miss your pretty face more," I said to my older brother, Brett as I was walking to work. He laughed in my ear and I smiled briefly, missing him so much.

  "When can I see you? Jack's been bugging me about you." He responded with a small laugh, "he's now standing next to me pulling on my arm to talk to you." I laughed at his words and continued walking, now seeing the restaurant in front of me.