Can You See Me?

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My eyes fluttered open as I feel heat beam across my face. The sun's rays shine through the window as memories from last night played in my head.

   Christian's chest rises and falls from underneath me. His face relaxed and not a hint of worry on his feature. I kiss his naked chest lightly and watch him stir beneath me.

   "Babe let go I gotta pee." I whine. He lets go immediately and I chuckle as I walk to the bathroom. My phone chimed in my hand and I swipe it open.

   Sam: The job is done. He's dead and, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain, neither will your brother. ~T

   I nearly screamed at the picture. I threw my phone to the floor and held my shaking hands to my mouth. We were free, well at least my brother was.

   "E? You okay?" A knock echoed in the bathroom.

   "Y..yeah just uh… give me a sec." I grabbed my phone and placed it on the counter. I used the bathroom and washed my hands in warm water. 

   I open the door and Chris is leaning against the wall with his sweatpants hanging low near his v-line. I stare at his chest and never make eye contact. He'd read me like an open book.

   "Hey you don't look so good. Are feeling ok?" His hands hold my head as he examines my face.

   "I feel a bit sick, queasy even." I mutter.

   "Is it that time?" His eyes almost show fear in just the topic itself

   "What? No. No i haven't started." 

   "Ok lets get something to eat, maybe that will help." He guides me with his hand on my back and slightly pushes me downstairs. A wonder aurora fills my nose and i realise Dustin must be cooking breakfast already.

   We reach the bottom of the stairs and I nearly slipped. Chris caught me quickly and worry clouds his figure. I hold my stomach and clutch my t-shirt.

   "Woah what's going on?" Dustin turns and runs to hold my right side up.

   "She was fine and then she came out of the bathroom looking pale. She said she felt sick." 

Chris says in panic

   "Did you eat anything last night?" I shook my head. 

 No but I did sell my freedom to save my older brother and saw my dead step dad on a picture.

   Just the thought makes me jerk away from the boys hold and I rush to the bathroom downstairs. Acid. The feeling of my stomach acid rise up my throat and into the toilet makes me want to die.

   Chris holds back my hair, Dustin left and Tyler is nowhere to be found. When I finish I flush the toilet and lean against the edge of the tub. Chris stands and hands me a warm washcloth to wipe my mouth of the disgusting liquid.

   "You scared me. I'm a gang leader and you throwing up scared me." He scoffs and stared at the ceiling. A smile creeps on my face as he sits down next to me.

   "God what have you given me? First a horrible start and now this beautiful angel beside me."  His eyes are closed but he pops one eye open to see if I flushed. Which I did.

   "There you go. I brought some color to your face."

   "I love you." I whisper. My voice sounds broken a million times over and I hold my throat slightly. Tears brim my eyes.

   "Hey hey hey. I love you too. Calm down" he laughs nervously while watching me cautiously.

   "I'm hungry." He stands and holds out his hand for me to take. He holds me up by my elbows and walks with me. Dustin is on his computer typing furiously.