Emily's Escape

Chapter 6

(Carter's house at the top)

It was Sunday and I was currently sitting on the bus on my way to Carter's house. Nothing really happened on Saturday. I didn't eat. I said I was going out with some friends. Maddie protested and said I was an anorexic bitch. Carol defended me and was all sweet and friendly. Susanne didn't say anything she just looked at me strangely.

I felt so tired today since I hadn't eaten in now six days. I knew it would soon be time to eat something but I thrived on an empty stomach. I always felt weird and sick when I was full.

It was almost 12, and I stood in front of the address Carter had written down. It was a grand house. It had an Italian feel to it. It was yellow with a red roof. In front of the house, a fountain was located with bushes, flowers, and trees surrounding it. I took in the beauty and went to the front door.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. In a matter of seconds, Carter opened the door. He was smiling and opened the door fully so I could come in.

"Hey," he said. I stepped into the house.

I smiled at him and replied. "Hi." I looked around and gasped. It was so beautiful. The floor was of dark brown marble and a big chandelier was hanging in the entrance. A two-sided staircase went up to the second floor and the chandelier hangs in the middle of it.

"You have a beautiful home," I said and looked more around. He chuckled.

"Thanks, my mother is big on the whole interior design thing," he said and walked to one of the stairs.

"My room is upstairs. If you don't feel comfortable in my room we can also work in the dining room," he said and pointed to a room with a big dark wood table. I thought about it. I didn't mind being in his room.

"Your room is fine," I said and walked to the same staircase as him. He nodded and we went up to his room.

His room was big with a large bed, a desk and other furniture including a huge TV. Two doors were also in his room. I guessed one of them was a bathroom but I couldn't think of what the other would be. It could be a walk in closet but one of his walls consisted of closet doors.

"Do you want to sit on my bed or at my desk?" He asked and I looked to his bed. It looked so comfortable but would it be weird to say that I wanted to stay in his bed?

"I don't mind, you decide," I said hoping he would say the bed.

"The bed it is. It's way comfier," he said. I smiled and we walked towards his bed. He motioned for me to sit against his pillows and so I did. He sat down at the other end.

I took out my computer and my books. He did the same and soon we started working.

An hour passed and I got more and more tired with each minute passing. I also got more and hotter. I didn't want to be sweating so I took my hoodie off. I was wearing, as usual, my jeans and a sweatshirt. Since I was extra cold this morning I had taken a three-quarters length loose shirt underneath. I mentally praised myself as I took off my hoodie. I felt Carter's eyes on me. When I looked at him I saw that he was looking concerned at me.

It felt weird being this warm, I guess I was nervous; I had a tendency to get really hot when I was nervous.

"Are you okay?" Carter asked me.

"Yeah just hot," I said and returned to my computer. I had sunken deeper and deeper into his pillows and I was now almost lying down. It didn't feel weird, though since he was doing the same thing.

He nodded and got back to his computer.

We continued to work for about 45 minutes when I felt my eyes beginning to close. I didn't care, though, I was so tired. I thought about how I was lying in Carter's bed but the thought left my mind when I felt asleep.

I woke up to the sound of a door closing. Where am I? I thought and looked around. My head hurt and I felt like shit. I was so cold; I looked around for my hoodie and quickly put it back on.

Shit. I was in Carter's house. I had fallen asleep. Panic rushed through my body when I realized what I had done. But where was Carter?

I heard some voices outside the door and sat up trying to hear what they were saying.

"Carter, who's that girl in your bed?" a woman voice said. Shit

"Emily, she's in my English class we're working on a project together," I heard Carter say.

"She was asleep," the woman said. Then I heard Carter chuckle.

"Yeah, she has been for about an hour," he said.

"Carter, she looked sick. She is so skinny and she's so pale. Is she okay?" the woman asked. She sounded so concerned. I just wanted to go home now. This wasn't funny anymore. I felt like shit and I wanted to be in my own bed.

"Honestly mom, I don't know. But I'm going to go back in now," Carter said to the woman, I guess she was his mother.

"Alright, you do that honey, and ask her if she wants anything to eat, get Marissa to make some food for you guys," his mother said and then I saw the door opening. Carter walked it looking frustrated.

"You're awake," he said when he saw me sitting up. I nodded.

"I'm sorry for falling asleep, I was just so tired. It's getting late and I'm not feeling too good, I think I'm going to head home," I said and gathered my stuff. I stood up from the bed but my head started to hurt and I felt dizzy.

Crap, this wasn't the time. Maybe I had pushed too far. My record was 11 days, and I had passed out many times. But this didn't feel like that. I felt really sick, and I also started getting really hot again. I sat down on his bed not wanting to pass out in front of him again.

"Are you okay?" Carter asked concerned me.

"I'm... I don't feel good. I feel really hot but just before I felt really cold," I said. I was a little scared. It normally didn't feel like that. I couldn't describe it, I just felt really bad and sick.

Carter walked to the side of the bed I was sitting on and he squatted down next to me. He reached out for my face and then I felt his hand on my forehead.

"Shit, you're burning hot, I think you have a fever, you should see a doctor or something," he said and looked really concerned. I too felt my forehead and he was right, I was really hot.

"I'm sure I'm fine," I said and stood up but I fell. Carter was quick to catch me and then I was in his arms. Our faces were only inches apart. I looked into his eyes. They were such a pretty brown almost black color.

When I realized how close we were, I cleared my throat and he put me on his bed.

"Can I use your bathroom maybe?" I asked and he nodded. He helped me up and walked me to one of the two doors in his room. The door led to a beautiful big bathroom with a tub, a normal shower, and the other normal bathroom stuff. I walked to the sink and ran the cold water.

Carter was still in the bathroom. He saw me washing my face in the cold water and then he looked through a lot of drawers. When he found a washcloth he closed the drawer, and wetted it under the cold water I was washing my hands under.

"Here this will help," he said and helped mine out of the bathroom and to his bed. I lied down and he placed the washcloth on my forehead. I shivered under the cold feeling but soon relaxed. I felt my eyes growing tired again and soon I felt myself being lifted and placed on the bed again, this time the comforter was off. I then felt the comforter on my body and a hand on my cheek. I soon fell asleep. 

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She fell asleep on his bed huh... 

Emily is so underweight and in lack of nutrients that her immune system is completely fucked... That's why she's sick... 

Hope you enjoyed this, a little more interesting chapter I would say.. 

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