Quench My Desire

You okay?

~~~Fee's POV~~~

I feel empty.

like I'm missing something.

I need her.

I miss her so much

Why her?

That's what I keep on asking myself

Why her?

No one knows.

I haven't eaten in these past few days and I don't plan on either. Michael tries and I know he is probably irritated, I still haven't told him why I've been like this. I don't have the strength to.

It's 2:30pm in the afternoon and I need to get up. I have been Lying around all day. I got up and got into the shower.

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After my shower, I got dressed and went into the kitchen. Michael was at the kitchen island on a stool talking to the chef, Jessica. He noticed me and quickly came rushing to me.

"Hey baby girl, you okay?"

I spoke very softly and lowly "I've been better"

"You need anything?"

"Uh... no"

"Here eat something... Jessica please hurry and make her some lunch please"

"No it's fine I'm not hungry"

"Nuh-uh baby girl, your eating."

"But-"

"Nope, no if's, and's or but's"

"Fine"

Not even 10 minutes had passed when a plate of food was placed in front of me. On my plate I had the following items: corn on a cob, mashed potatoes with parsley on top, 5 stripped pieces of fried chicken, green beans and a glass of cold ice tea.

"Michael...."

"Baby girl just please eat it."

"It's to much. I can't eat this. Maybe a half of a sandwich will do?"

"No. You're going to eat this. Eat it now!"

Bossy much😒

I started to pick at my food and Michael was sitting there watching me.

"You're not going anywhere unless you finish that food"

"Ok"

My throat hurts from all of the crying I've been doing. My eyes are swollen and red. I look like a mess.

My stomach started to hurt so I stopped eating and sat there for a while until it calmed down. Once it calmed down I began to eat again.

"You're almost done baby girl"

I put a spoonful of food in my mouth and began to chew. As I was chewing my mouth got watery and my throat felt weird. I ignored the feeling and continue to eat.

It happened again but this time it was real. I put my hand over my mouth and ran out of the kitchen. I went into the bathroom and closed the door and locked it.

I bent over the toilet and started to hurl up all of the food that I ate plus some water and this yellowish liquid.

"SOFIA!!"

I hurled over and over again. I couldn't stop. I couldn't breathe. It felt like I was chocking on my vomit.

"FEE OPEN THIS DOOR. PLEASE!"