THE FLAME TORCH #book 2 (Completed)

The Flame Torch: Chapter Fifteen

My name is Alyssa Thomas, and I've lost all of my memories about myself. My friends and I have escape the Games called Capture The Flag but leaving some incredibly great friends behind. I have found out that we were being used for TV amusement by these TV host and who has created the Games of Capture The Flag. Watch out Elizabeth Winter because we're coming for you. We now know who was infected and have found The Black Hand's hideout and our friend had got cured. Now we're playing a Game called...The Flame Torch.

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What is the best word to describe a hangover? Oh yeah... Death. I might've had a little bit (exaggerating over little there?) too much to drink last night and now my face was met with the dirty water in the white bowl.

I felt like I have got punched in the gut over and over; I felt drowsy and hopelessly utterly weak like something had drained all of my energy. I had even barely made it to the bathroom in time because I had lost the feeling of my legs (oh what could of happened😏🤔?) and have these really bad cramps. I have the most massive of massiveness (does that really make sense?) of headaches possibly going right now, it felt like my mind was having a war by how hard it was pounding. My stomach felt like it was turning upside down and twisting and turning into a tight little ball. I just feel sick. And most probably look like it too.

I'm currently hovering over the toilet seat (what's the right word?) as I let out an unsatisfied groan. I closed my eyes as I put my head down, shamelessly. It was until I felt something hot and wet making it's way up, slowly. I had lowered my head back down into the toilet as I vomited.

I then felt my hair being pulled back away from my face and the toilet. I had felt small gentle patterns being rubbed on my back as I continued. The fingers had moved in a slow circle on my back.

"How many did you exactly have last night again?" I heard him ask. Once I had stopped I lifted my head and turned around to face Aris with a worried expression on his face. I smiled weakly.

"Not that much but probably enough that I'm puking my guts out?" I said as he smiled and shook his head as a small chuckle escaped his lips. He looked up at me with his soft gentle green/blue eyes with comfort. I smiled at him as I felt myself started to blush. I could feel his gaze staring at me as I looked away from him.

"You look so adorable when you're blushing." He blurted out as I turned around to face him. He pulled a strain of hair behind my ear. He was smiling widely and moved closer towards me as he grabbed my waist and placed me on his lap. I faced his gorgeous (I'm over exaggerating there!) eyes once again.

"So what you're saying is, when I'm blushing and puking at the same time, you find that cute? Hmmm very interesting choice I must say there Mister Barns." I said in a British accent and trying to act very smart and scientific. We laughed at my failed attempt. He shook his head with disagreement.

"I didn't say cute, even though that kinda describes you, but I said adorable. Adorable and cute are two different words." He explained as I smiled at him.

"Yeah but you do know that cute and adorable has the same meaning basically." I said as he rolled his eyes. He leaned in closer towards me as I pushed him away from me, giggling like a maniac. He gave me a confused look as I rolled my eyes.

"*giggling* Ew! I just vomited and you want to kiss me? Now that's foul Aris!" I giggled in an disapproval way. His brows lifted as he smiles and a chuckle escaped his lips.

He pressed his lips against mine, gently as I felt a force against my lips. I felt his hand sliding up onto my waist and his other on my back, supporting it gracefully. I rested my arms around his neck as my fingers tangled in his ash brown hair. I felt his warm giant hands sliding up my shirt as he growls; I let out a small faint moan. I felt his hot huge slender mitt slowly crawling their way up towards my waist.