Mr. Perfect

Chapter 16: Meetings and Departures

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Faith (P.O.V.)

I've never felt this way before in my life.

I woke up on the living room couch this morning, and right when I woke up, there was this loud banging in my head. 

It felt like I got hit in the head with a hammer. 

I held my head in my hands as the headache kept getting worse. 

Suddenly, there was a feeling of nausea and sickness in my stomach. 

I felt so sick to my stomach that I had to run to the bathroom in my room to vomit. 

Even after I threw up everything that I ate the night before, I didn't feel good. 

I put my head against the wood headboard of my bed, feeling queasy and tired. 

I shut my eyes as the pain worsened. I felt like crap. 

This one weird taste in my mouth made me feel crappier.

"Good morning, Faith," Grandma said, walking into my room.

"Good morning," I said hoarsely, opening my eyes and sitting up.

Grandma sat on the bed, touching my forehead. 

"What's wrong, baby?" She asked. "You don't sound so good."

"I-I-I don't know," I said hoarsely. "I don't feel good."

"What's goin' on? You don't even have a fever."

"I don't know, Grandma, but I don't feel good."

"What time did you come back last night?"

Her question caught me off guard because I couldn't answer it. 

I had no idea how I came home. I

 don't even know why I'm- Wait... Before my memory went blank, I was with somebody. 

Before I passed out last night, I was... I..I was with Evan Owens.

Slowly, I started to get images of what had happened the previous night. 

I groaned in pain when my head started to hurt.

"Oh, baby, you look horrible," Grandma said.

"My head hurts," I said in pain. "It feels like somebody hit it with a hammer or something."

"I will get you an aspirin, and you will feel better. But get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast first."

Grandma left the room, and I got up to get ready. 

I took off the tank top I was wearing the night before, and that's when I noticed something. 

There is a small mark on the right side of my hip, and it is red. 

I touched the mark, and the pain is still there. 

I could still feel the prick of the needle as if it was happening now.

The last thing I remember is getting injected in the hip by Evan. 

I don't remember anything after that.