The next 3 days were the worst. I was throwing up, not feeling good, and some of the foods I liked didn't seem so good to me anymore.
This morning, I ran to the bathroom and threw up 5 times. I brushed my teeth, and walked back into the room and was about to climb back into bed when Sean grabbed my arm.
"Go back in the bathroom," he said. He sounded pissed, worried and sad, all at the same time.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"Go in the bathroom and get in the shower. Now." Sean said. He sounded so strict.
I went and took my shower. As I was coming out of the bathroom, Sean said, "When your done getting dressed, go downstairs."
I was scared, and worried. Why was he acting like this? Ugh, I couldn't understand why was he acting like this. Maybe he had a bad dream last night.
I got into some leggings, uggs, and a light brown long sleeve shirt that kinda hung off my shoulders. I decided to put on some eyeliner and a little lip gloss. If I was going anywhere today looking like this, what's the need for lipstick? I left my hair curly. I'm so glad I can wear my natural hair now. Those extensions were getting on my nerves.
I walked downstairs and sat on the couch. Toulouse and Sirius ran up to me.
"Hi, babies," I said. I picked them up one at a time and then began talking to them.
"I wish I knew what was wrong with Sean. He's acting so strange. I feel....as if he going to say something to me....something meaning in he doesn't want to be with no more....." I couldn't bear to finish that heartbreaking sentence. I began to cry, starting to believe this was the reason for his actions this morning.
"Ariana?" Sean's said. "Why would you ever think that?"
I sniffed as he bent down in front of me to come down eye to eye. He pushed the hair behind my ears. "Ariana, why?" Sean asked again. He sounded...so hurt. And hearing his voice sounding like that just made me cry even worse. I couldn't even look at him.
Sean pulled me off the couch and into his lap. "Ariana, please say something."
Avoiding looking at his face, I said, "Because of the way you were talking to me this morning," I said.
Sean let out a nervous, but sigh of relief. "Ariana. Look at me." He sounded firm, but this time it was to explain why he talked to me in such a harsh tone this morning.
"I'm worried ab
