--Promise Me You'll Never Feel Afraid--(Synyster Gates)

Chapter 18- Robitussin

Chapter 18- Robitussin

“Layken!!” I groaned, rolling over in my bed. I was clutching my stomach, and I felt nauseas. “Layyy!! Will you please come here?”  I whined once again.

I heard her and Matt’s bedroom door slam shut, and her stomping down the hallway. Well, probably more like waddling. She’s all round now…

It’s been about a month since the ‘dead cat incident’, and Layken’s belly is growing more and more every day. She’s right around 5 months now? I think…I’m not sure.

“LAY—“ I started to scream, when she slammed my door open. “WHAT!?” She screamed back at me. I pouted a bit. “Why are you yelling at me?” I asked. I felt so bad right now, that I was on the verge of tears. “Well, it is 3 in the fucking morning, and you’ve been screaming my name for like, 15 minutes, waking up Ryleigh, and Matt. So, now, they’re both moody, and I have to deal with it!” She snapped.

“I’m sorry…” I said quietly. She sighed real big, “What was it that you needed, Chy?” She said, sitting on the edge of my bed. I peeked my eyes over the blanket, and looked at her. I seriously felt like a little child right now. “I don’t feel good, Lay. My tummy hurts, and I have a massive headache. And I’m nauseas…and cold. Make me better please! Make it stop…” I cried. A few tears rolled down my face, that’s how bad I felt in that moment.

She placed the back of her hand on my forehead. “Holy shit, Chyanne! You’re burning up!” She exclaimed, tucking the blanket around me even further. “I’m gonna go get you some medicine, STAY in bed.” She ordered me. “You don’t have to worry about that one.” I said, rolling over and feeling a wave of nausea.

A few minutes later she walked back in with this nasty lookin’ green shit. “Here, sit up so you can take this.” She ordered. “Uh uh! I’m not taking that, what the fuck is it?!” I said, scowling at the bottle. “Um, yes you are if you want to get better, aaaand Robitussin...” She said, pulling the lid off of it. “NO!” I argued.

“Oh my God! You’re worse than Ryleigh about taking medicine. Seriously, Chyanne, sit the fuck up, so I can go back to bed.” She said, getting annoyed. “No! I’m not taking that, I refuse!” I said, pushing my face into the pillow. “Well then you leave me no choice…” She sighed. “No choice in what? Are you gonna sit on me, and force it down my throat?” I snapped, looking at her. “No…” She smirked at me, walking towards the door.

What is she doing…

“MATT! Come in here!” She yelled down the hall. Oh shit. “NO!! Don’t!! He’s moody, and…and…Just no!!” I screamed, pulling the blanket over my face.

“You’re such a child!” She laughed. I heard Matt’s heavy footsteps coming towards the room. He sighed, “What? I was almost back to sleep.” I could clearly tell that he wasn’t in a very good mood.

“I need you to hold her down, so I can give her this medicine, so she’ll shut the fuck up.” Layken said to him. “Well you’re nice!” I exclaimed from under the blanket. Matt laughed evilly, “Sure thing.” I could almost hear the grin in his voice.

He ripped the blanket away from me, and grabbed my arm, moving me to where I was sitting up. “Don’t Man handle me, Matthew!” I snipped. I didn’t particularly enjoy being tossed around like a rag doll, with an upset stomach. “Oh hush, and take your medicine.” He said, while grabbing my wrists, because I kept trying to cover my mouth. “Oh my God! How does Brian deal with you?” He said, as I fought back, with everything that I had in me.

“Because he loves me!” I said, trying to keep my mouth shut. “Why, we’ll never know…” He mumbled. I shot him a death glare. “Chyanne, just take this! You’ll feel better, and we can all go to sleep…” Layken said, trying not to yawn. Her yawn, caused me to yawn…and she took her opportunity.