Hormones and Lies

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3 weeks earlier

Michael

The next morning when I woke up, Eric was tangled in my arms, his blonde locks messy and hanging in his face. A smile appeared on my lips and I detached myself, stretching my limbs. I tried to climb over Eric without waking him up but almost dropped to my stomach when the door creaked open.

"Hey E, I- who are you?"

I looked up, flicking my hair back. A girl with crystal eyes and blonde hair which was piled on top of her haired was standing in the door way, her lovely eyes looking straight at me. Eric groaned beneath me, stretching before rubbing his eyes and letting them flutter open. He glanced up at me and then to the door.

"Bryn! This this this-"

"What the fuck, Eric?! You know what, whatever."

With that, the blonde left. A rage bubbled inside of my stomach and I shoved myself off the bed, dressing quickly and gathering my stuff.

"Where are you going?"

"Home. I didn't believe at first, that either of us knew our true sexuality but I guess you did all along."

"Wait, what? Michael, what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Eric. Or do you prefer to be called E?"

I threw open the door and slammed it on the way out. I apologised to Eric's parents and thanked them for having me. I couldn't stand to be anywhere near Eric now. How could he lie to me? Yeah, it's possible I'm jumping to conclusions but why else would that girl be so mad about me being on top of Eric? I wanted to rip my hair out, I was that frustrated. I stopped dead in the middle of the street and breathed in a deep, shaky breath. I loved Eric. I knew it in my heart from the way it ran wild in my chest when her laced his fingers with mine. I knew it in the pit of my stomach when our lips touched. I knew I loved him thanks to the sparks that flew over my skin each time he looked at me with those big blue eyes of his. Damn that little blonde boy. Tears fell onto the road and I forced myself forward before a car came along and I had to be scrapped off of the curb. I walked up the pathway to my house and when I opened the door, I saw Gabrielle laying on the floor, her fawn hair covering her face. My heart dropped into my stomach as I knelt beside her and brushed her hair back. She slowly tilted her head to look at me; the whole left side of her face had been bruised and her cheeks were stained with fresh tears.

The fury raging inside me, the indescribable rage I felt coursing through my veins at that moment was unbelievable. I picked Gabby up and took her to her room, laying her gently on the bed and telling her to wait there. I closed her door and flew around the house, slamming open doors and breaking anything that happened to get in my path. When I finally found her, she was halfway drunk and stumbling around the basement to a record on the old record player. I walked over to her, snatching the bottle out of her hand and smashing it over the out of date electronic. The music sputtered to a stop and I stood there. I was shaking and heaving in breaths. I suddenly burst, screaming as I ripped the cord from the wall and threw the cabinet and record player across the room. I turned to my mother, my vision blurred. She looked terrified; good. That's probably the exact look Gabby have her before she was sent sprawling across the laminate.

"Why the fuck did you do it? Why the fuck did you abuse an innocent girl, who, may I remind you, is supposed to be your fucking daughter!"

"What on earth are you talking about Michael?" My mother said calmly.

"I found Gabrielle sprawled across the hallway bruised and crying."

A shocked look passed across my mother's face. Did she even do it? The fury and rage dulled slightly and the guilt stung in my chest but I ignored it.

"I didn't touch Gabby."

Joshua.

I stormed back upstairs, roaring in undeniable anger. I'd lost all control and was acting purely on instinct. My childhood spat out the monster that I was now. This was the darkest part of me, brought to life by the sight of my sister bruised and crying. I threw open Josh's door and he fell out of the chair he was sitting in. He was scared and rightfully so. I was about to let this inner demon have a go at my brother when I heard that voice.

"Micheal, stop."

My heart was wrenched from the pit of my stomach into my throat. I slowly stood up straighter. I turned to see Gabby standing with her arm around Eric's waist and his arm was draped around her shoulders. I felt sick; something broke inside me and I collapsed. I heard Eric's distant cries but I stayed on the floor, silent and shivering. What was wrong with me? That's when I felt it; it was rushing up from my stomach and into my throat. Before I could get to the bathroom it filled my mouth and it was all over the floor. Vomit. Yellowish green vomit covered the floor boards. I was breathing raggedly and suddenly everything was black.

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I coughed and spluttered, my chest tightening in pain. When the pain began to dull and the coughing subsided, I glanced at my blurry surroundings. A worried looking Eric was clutching my hand and stroking the hair away from my forehead. He'd been crying. And as my vision cleared, I could see Gabby, who'd also been crying. I tried to speak but Eric shushed me.

"Shh, it's ok. You're in a hospital."

My brows knitted together and I was about to ask why when a handsome older man with salt and pepper hair entered the room, dazzling hazel eyes glinting beneath half moon glasses. He smiled and scribbling something on his clipboard.

"Hello Mr Joseph, you were admitted yesterday in a critical condition. Your body was convulsing and your heart rate was higher than it should've been. Recently your body has been under a lot of pressure which caused the sudden vomiting, convulsions and unconsciousness. Care to elaborate on why your body has taken on so much stress, Mr Joseph?"

I felt like someone had dropped kicked me off the Eiffel Tower. Convulsing? Vomiting and sudden unconsciousness? All because of immense stress? How was I supposed to know where it came from... I was admitted yesterday. I collapsed yesterday. Gabby was hurt yesterday...

"I...I became extremely angry yesterday... because my brother hurt my sister and I practically tore the house apart." I admitted.

The doctor cocked his head before scribbling my answer onto the clipboard. Eric squeezed my hand. His baby blue eyes were filled with pain and tears.

"Well, you took quite a tumble, Mr Joseph. You hit your head and as of yet we haven't discovered any other injuries from your fall."

"What do you mean 'fall'?"

"You...you slipped upon entering your bathroom and hit your head on the bathtub."

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Hello hello!

I'm sorry for the long wait, but I've been horrendously blocked from this story for about...(whispers *how many months has it been?*)

Anyway, Hormones and Lies is now OFF HOLD!! Thanks to a friend irl who was really looking forward to the next chapter. She gave me motivation to continue the story and this is my huge shout out to her. (You know who you are.)

Enjoy your reading!

Queenie. 👑