Chapter 17

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Meeka POV.

Looking through our text messages I love our bond we have I really do but I need this break from him.

Life in new york is amazing for me but I miss Tae so much.. It sickens me to miss him after all the shit HE put me through and I still STAY. Sometimes I wonder where I would be if I wasn't with him you know?.

Laying in the king sized bed with the sheets draped around my body I stare at the mirror above me looking at my curly mane upon my head, my glowy skin and just hug myself because I needed one right about now, slowly emerging from the bed I walk to the adjoined bathroom and look at myself in the mirror before starting my morning shower, feeling a wave of puke making it's way up from my stomach to my throat begging to be released I rush to the toilet and let the puke rain into the bowel of the toilet feeling my brain feel as if someone is tap dancing on it, as for my eyes tears are pouring uncontrollably down my cheeks.

'What is happening to me!'.

Skye POV.

Waking from my slumber I hear meeka puking her life away so I hurry and tie my silk robe and turn on the baby monitor bringing it with me  and rushes into her room and to her side in the bathroom by holding her hair back and rubbing her back to console my best friend.

'Meek have you had your monthly ' i ask her as she gets up and brushes her teeth at her sink.

'Pooh I think s.. Oh my God! I haven't ' she says while dropping her face into her hands.

'There there meek baby it will be okay we will get to the bottom of this together ' I say as I embrace her in a warming hug.

'What am I going to do! Best friend why me!' She cries out as she holds on to me.

'Baby we will get through this together I promise you' I say as I walk her back to her bed and gently sit her back in it.

'Dont worry your pretty little head'. I say as I kiss her forehead.

'Skye I love you for being so strong and going through a lot' she says as she wipes her face with napkins and lightly smiles at me.

'Anything for my meeka pooh ' I say as I retreat down the hall to my sons room to find him up kicking and playing around in his bed.

'Hi momies baby' I cooed to him as I picked him up.

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