Roses Diary [S.M]

Lacuna

Hi babies,

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With love, M.
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"Christ..." I feel a presence behind me and a couple of seconds later my hair is being pulled back, out of my face as I am throwing up every single thing that is left in my system.

When there is only bile left, I lean back against the wall as I try to catch my breath.

"You done?." Shawn mumbles softly as he is probably staring at me.

I nod my head with my eyes closed as I try to come back to earth. I feel a piece of toilet paper wiping my mouth clean and a couple of seconds later, the sound of the toilet flushing.

I slowly open my eyes as I feel Shawn penetrating eyes on me. I find him crunched down in front of me. As our eyes meet, I immediately burst out in tears.

"What's wrong?." His eyes soften as he reach forward to wipe away the falling tears.

"I am scared." I admit in all honesty.

Without another word, he stands up and hold his hand out for me. Without any difficulty he lifts my body off the ground. My legs are shaking and my head is spinning, so I stumble into his chest.

He reaches for my thighs and pick me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and burry my head into his neck. It is hard to miss the whispers of Shawn's friends as they watch us disappear from view and up the stairs.

He mange to get use both upstairs without killing us and skillfully opens the door with one hand, to our bedroom.

He close the door behind us and puts me down gently on the mattress of our bed. "Don't move." He says as I release him from my death grip.

Shawn disappears into the bathroom. About 30 seconds later, he walks back into bedroom with a bottle of water and a washing cloth in his hands.

He sits down next to me on the bed and hands me the water bottle. Carefully, I take a little sip. Afraid that the whole throwing up episode starts again if I drink too fast.

"You look like hell." A warm washing cloth is swiped over my face, as he tries to freshen me up. "Did you get any sleep last night?."

I shake my head no as my eyes are focused on my hands in my lap.

"Me neither..."

Well, yeah obviously... he went out with his buddies. The last time I checked, you are not going to a club, to sleep in one of the booths.

I nod my head slightly in response.

"I didn't went out last night." He suddenly says, like he can read my thoughts.

I look up at him and furrow my eyebrows.

"Do you really think that I would look like this if I spend the whole night drinking and partying?."

Now that he mentions, he does look really good. Well, not how he normally looks when he has a hangover.

"I am a mess when I have a hangover, you know that."

I chuckle softly and nod my head. "Why did you stayed at home?." He had been talking about seeing his friends again and going out for weeks. He was really looking forward to it.