Hunters ≫ H.S (Sequel to Runners) DISCONTINUED

Chapter [8]

[Addison Damon]
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I had this overpowering sickness earlier this morning while throwing up last nights meal. Luckily, I was up before anyone else that way no one overheard me in the bathroom. After I had finished, bent over the toilet's open lid, I went ahead and wiped my mouth. I flushed mouthwash and gagged some more at the strong after taste. My bones were shaky and muscles tight, I felt like I was going to vomit again. However, the nausea didn't come until later that early morning.

In all of my years of living on the filthy streets I have never come down with any kind of sickness. But this nausea was just not passing as food or alcohol poisoning would.

I can't be sick, today was too important.

Niall and Benny had found Harry's new cell unit, he was officially locked away somewhere in the depth fields of Milwaukee. A strange place for a federal prison if you ask me but it's purpose is to be kept in a remote location. The farm lands of Wisconsin isn't exactly remote but it is far from people like Harry's Merry Men; the ones who are trying to get him out.

Before Milwaukee, Harry was locked up in the high deserts of New Mexico. Niall's drones and Merry Men found Harry's cell unit and almost got him out just last month but that prison was sealed shut. We had to retreat, not having enough bodies or time to get him out before they transferred him once again.

There was a knock on the bathroom door that caused me to flinch. I was wiping down my lips, cleaning off the taste of vomit and minty mouthwash with a wash rag. "Addison, you alright?"

It was Harry's Uncle Benny.

I turned quickly, knocking over an empty cup next to the faucet that toppled over into the sink. The plastic caused more ruckus and Benny started to jiggle at the handle, "Love, you feeling alright in there?"

I suddenly pulled back the door and looked towards Benny with wide eyes. He stares back his lips parted into confusion with his long white beard tickling the collar of his polo, "Yeah, bad salmon that's all."

He shuts his lips into a thin line before squinting his stare down at me. "What?"

"Salmon. From dinner last night, I guess it didn't settle with me." I shrug, trying to act as natural as possible. I was slipping up on my sentences, throwing excuses his way and hoping Benny dropped everything as is.

"But we didn't eat salmon..." Benny trails and my stomach drops. Of course he pesters on. For a second there, I almost spit up the aftermath taste of vomit in my words.

I cough down my nausea and quickly walk past Benny. My face was hot and I'm sure I looked green, "Oh then I guess that makes sense why I feel sick. I'm thinking salmon and my stomach says its not. Placebo effect." I shrug nervously hoping he'd drop the conversation right there.

Suddenly I'm held back by Benny's grip. I don't squirm away, instead I turn back and step closer to him. His eyes were narrow with his brows knitted tightly in a frown of concern. Each time he looks at me like that I can't help but picture Harry doing the same. They looked more a like than I could have ever imagined.

"Are you sure you're alright there Addison?" He whispers. I nod in response, hoping this was the last time he'll ask.