Day's dress is above. This chapter may have some triggers.
(Day P.O.V.)
My phone makes the dreaded noise, also known as my ringtone.
A has made my life a living hell. I am pretty sure I saw it in the woods during a race.
I check my phone.
"The team banquet is tonight. Wear your new dress and bra I got you. Who says I am mean? Kisses, -A"
A got me a dress.
And a bra.
Should I be concerned?
Might as well try it on.
Damn, this bra makes my boobs look great.
It is so padded and thick! My boobs look two cup sizes larger.
Alright, the dress looks kinda nice on me.
"Thanks -A." I say quietly, to myself.
My phone goes off again.
"No problem. -A"
Now that was creepy.
Well, we are leaving in half an hour. Might as well stay dressed and put on makeup.
One hour later
My phone makes the familiar buzzing noise.
"Eat all that you can. Kisses, -A."
Okay. That is odd.
I pig out on everything.
Trigger warning
"Now go to the bathroom and puke it up, bitch. -A."
What the hell?
"Now. Or I will light your house on fire. -A"
I excuse myself and go to the bathroom.
I lock the door.
How do I do this?
"Fingers up your throat, sweetheart. -A."
I release the bile in to the toilet.
That was horrible. I am never doing that again.
"Once more. -A"
I puke twice more.
That was not as bad.
"Make it five. -A"
Two tines more, I puke.
"Good girl. You are my favorite. There is air freshener and a new pack of gum over the sink. -A."
I quickly cover up the smell.
Oh god, it is pumpkin spice scented.
I quickly chew the gum and get out to all of the people.
Paper plate awards have just started.
At the end of the night, Matt won most likely to live in a hospital, and I won most likely to be hit by a car.
Because some dip wad waved me on and decided to go.
Aw no Day, that ain't healthy.
If any of you are experiencing any difficulties like this, tell me. You are beautiful and I love you.
