One Hell Of A Life

chapter forty: framed.

Em POV:

"Oi!" Freya gave my face a light slap.
"What do you mean, 'oi'?" I frowned at her.
"You've been hiccuping for hours, now. Are you taking the piss?" She put her hands on her hips.
"I wish I was, Frey. They're doing my head in more than they're doing in yours, trust me!" I put my forehead against the kitchen island, face down.

I was still getting dizzy spells, as well. The fucking hiccups weren't helping at all, suffice to say.
"I think you need to see a doctor about it, babe." Freya took a sip of her water, "It's getting over the top, now!"
"I'm due a check up in around a month," I tapped the left side of my chest, "I'll mention it to them then."
"You better do." She cocked an eyebrow.
"Okay, mother!" We laughed.

"I'm not Googling it!" I insisted when Freya snatched my phone from out of my hands.
"You'd better not be, either! Comes out with a load of bullshit, half the time." She reminded me, knowingly. "The best thing you can do to treat dizziness is to drink plenty of liquids and eat healthily, as well."
"Well, yeah. I've been trying to do that for the past week, now." I grumbled.
"Hmm..." Freya rested her chin on her knuckles and sat down next to me.

"Got it!" She clicked her fingers.
"Eh?"
"I reckon I know why you're–"
"Yeah; how come?"
"I'm thinking: sleep schedule." Freya swiped her hand through thin air, as if it would paint the idea for her.
"Oh, let's not..." I huffed, blinking lengthily.
"Well, it's a possibility, innit!" She pointed out to me, "And it's what the doc's usually say to you when you go in and you're ill."
"There's no denying that - but I always get tortured about my sleep schedule." I pressed my thumb and index finger to my brow bones.

Just as I got my hopes up that those goddamn hiccups were gone, my diaphragm vibrates with yet another burst of rushed air.
"FUUUUCK." I pounded the island with my fist, annoyed and fed up.
"I mean, I thought that I was supposed to be the one scaring you to get rid of these fucking things." Freya rolled her eyes, "Not the other way around."

Simon POV:

"Yo? What's up, Cal?"
"Look, man. Imma just get straight to the point..." He sounded very serious.

"Emmy's cheating on you."

Those words, the sound of those words made my stomach do a flip, and my head go fuzzy. I took a deep breath, and replied with all that I could muster:
"You can't just say that, Cal."
"I'm sorry, Simon–"
"Where's your proof?!"

Nothing. Then,
"I have messages, mate. Plenty of them. Evidence, if you want me to Whatsapp you them..."
"If you would." I said quietly.

Sure enough, while Cal silently stayed on call, my Whatsapp started going crazy.

"W-What?" I gulped, my eyes scanning through multiple message screenshots. "But sh-she'd never–"
"Look, dude, I didn't want this to happen..."
"No, no. I'm glad you told me. Shows the kind of guy you are, I suppose."
"Hey, you're welcome. That's what I'm here for." He replied softly. "You okay?"
"Well, not really; no." I chewed my lip.

"I need to talk to her." I snapped into gear, flexing my jaw in anger. "I'll go now."
"Okay, bro. Take care." Cal told me. The line went dead as I opened my bedroom door, storming downstairs.

Em POV:

"Nah, Emmy; you can't wear navy blue with sky blue." Freya told me as I showed her my outfit for Vidcon London.
"Yes - of course I can." I frowned, "What's wrong with it?"
"Looks funny." She shrugged.
"I bet you Gee would approve–"

"Em. We need to talk." Simon appeared all of a sudden. Freya and I exchanged a worried glance.
"Um, o-okay." I chewed my lip nervously.
"In private." He growled.
"Fine." I agreed quietly, rising slowly from my chair.