Stolen || L.H.

13

"Excuse me," I say burping.

"Rude"

I only rolled my eyes.

"I'm full," I said, staring at the small portion of food that I had left.

"Just three more bites," Luke urge.

"I can't, I'm full"

"It's only three more," he says

"But–"

He gave me a look.

I groaned, as I forced myself to eat it.

I was half way on chewing the second bite, when I felt a churn in my stomach. I dropped the spoon on the plate, and later my head on the dining table.

"Arden, you okay?" He asks

I shook my head against the table.

I held my breath and made a run for it to the bathroom. (Almost barfing in Luke's room, but he pushed me in the direction of the bathroom– which helped– a lot. )

Luke pulled back my hair, while rubbing my petite back.

"It's okay, let it all out." He said still rubbing my back.

"I told you I couldn't eat anymore!" My eyes started to water.

"Shh, it's okay,"

"No, it's not–" I vomited again.

"Shh, just don't talk"

"I don't want to talk to you anyways," I grumbled.

I could see the smile on his face.

"Stop smiling!" I cried, not knowing what I'm doing.

(Fun fact; if I ever puke, it's never good to me near me. I'll go blaming you for everything)

"Okay! Just stop crying, there's nothing to cry about." He says.

"There's always something to cry about! Especially when I've been kidnapped my you! Or– or that I'm living with a vampire! And–" and the vomit came again.

I stopped talking, so I don't have to vomit again.

About half an hour passed, and I've thrown up the good food I just had. I also brushed my teeth since I hate the feeling of puke on my teeth.

Luke laid me back down on the bed. He laid down next to me, rubbing my stomach.

I pushed him away, and curled up while holding my stomach.

I was pulled against Luke's now bare chest. I was too weak to fight him off at the moment, so I started crying again.

Luke continued to rub my stomach, with me falling into a slumber.