Trust me, I'm Lying [Boyxboy]

Chapter Sixteen

I woke up to my nauseous feeling like normal, and rushed to the toilet before I made a mess on the floor. Missing the toilet, meant having to clean up, and cleaning up was not fun.

I dragged myself out of bed and to my bathroom as fast as I could, but I was suddenly extremely weak. My arms pulled up against the brim, and I vomited all over the toilet. However, this time was different.

This time I was puking blood.

I stared at the toilet for a couple seconds, to make sure I wasn't imagining things. When nothing changed, I rubbed my eyes and looked back at it. The toilet remained red.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I could see my mouth had blood coming from it still, my teeth had a little tint of red.

Before I could make it back to the toilet, I puked all over the counter. My heart started beating fast and I called for my mom. 

My voice sounded strained, far away. Mom still didn't come, maybe she didn't hear me. 

I got up off my knees, and tried to make my way to her room. Calling out her name as I went,  I hoped she'd hear me before I got there.

"Mom, please!" I hollered.

Every few seconds, I would puke more and more blood. It was getting everywhere on the nice carpet. Steve was going to kill me.

After what seemed like hours she replied, "Beau! Go to bed!"

My eyes brightened, and I smiled for a second,  "Mom! Help!"

I heard her huff, but ruffle the cover as she got out of bed. "No Steve, it's fine. I've got it." She said to my step dad.

She slowly came out of her room, and clicked the door shut behind her.

My mom looked in my direction once, and then did a double take. She looked at the throw up and blood all over the carpet. "Beau? What- Are you okay? Darling, please tell me you're okay."

"Is everything alright?" Steve called from the bedroom. I threw up more blood onto the endless white plush.

"Steve.." She called while keeping her eyes on me, "Call 911. Now."

Steve immediately rushed out of their bedroom,  "Oh.. Crap."

"Call 911!" My mom yelled.

I heard another door open, and heard Aaron's scared voice, "Mom.. what's wrong with him?"

"Aaron, honey, he's gonna be fine." My mom never took her eyes off of me, and stroked my hair endlessly. She grasped hold of my hand, and kept squeezing it telling me it was going to be okay.

I started hearing sirens, and people began rushing around. Somebody lifted me as if I was a rag doll and weighed nothing, and put me on a cart. Suddenly, I felt my mom's hand leave mine.

Everyone was talking at once. An oxygen mask went over my face, and I kept seeing Summer's face. All the doctors rushing in to help her, but being too late.

Everyone yelling.

Too many people.

Where'd my mom's hand go?

The siren blaring down my ears, with people trying to comfort me at the same time. Two things counter acting each other.

 Summer's limpness body not leaving my mind.

"Clear." Her body jerked.

"Clear," again.

"Clear." Her body flailed as they tried to find life.