Forever & Always, Even if My Forever is Limited

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

        Walking through the halls of Oak Forest High School holding hands with a guy was an experience I thought that I never would have. I thrived in the spotlight; I loved people actually looking at me. Guys were talking to me now that another guy had proved I wasn't completely unlovable. Which was good.

        Taylor constantly fretted over me. He fawned and dotted on me and I believed that he was falling as hard for me as I was for him. Life was perfect. January was the month of complete and utter bliss. But, heaven cannot last forever, can it? All good things must come to an end sometime. I just hope we defied the odds and stayed together. It was all I wanted.

It was February 7th, a night like any other. I dressed myself with caution and a critical eye. Taylor never cared what I wore for him, but it never stopped me from dressing up anyway. There was a strange feeling I had that brewed in my stomach. At first, I paid no attention to it; everyone feels a little nauseous from time to time. It would pass. I put it out of my mind as soon as I arrived at Taylor's. My head throbbed, but I didn't let it bother me. He opened the door and shooed me in. The snow was falling harder now. "Hey, babe." he said.

        "Hey." I replied. I wrapped my arms around his neck. We stayed in a hug for a few seconds before he kissed my forehead and let go.

        "Nice to see you again, Vera!" His mom called from the kitchen. She was busy cooking supper. From what I smelled, it was going to be delicious.

Ms. Wright was a young, but tired out woman. She had raised Taylor on her own; his dad was never in the picture. It hadn't been easy for her, raising him alone, but she knew she did the best she could. He may not be perfect, but who is? He was a good boy. Nothing like what I've heard about his father. The last he told me, he was in jail for drug dealing-again.

Taylor took me downstairs to our little hang out spot. I plopped down on the small, gray loveseat while he turned on a movie. "I'm going to go get some popcorn." He bounded up the stairs and out of sight.

One moment I was daydreaming about buttery, popcorn goodness, the next I was doubled over in pain. My nausea came back with a vengeance. I barely made it into the bathroom before vomit was flying everywhere. It would be humiliating telling him. The only thing worse than throwing up in the first place, is throwing up at your boyfriend's house. It smells bad, looks bad, and certainly tastes bad. Just peachy.

Once it stopped, I washed my face and stumbled out to the stairwell. I was seeing double and I did not feel confident enough to attempt to climb them. "T-Taylor?" I called weakly. "Help." The last part came out in less than a whisper. I wobbled back and forth before I finally collapsed. Unbearable pain spread through my entire body. My eyes rolled back. The last thing I remember is Taylor running down the stairs screaming my name. And it all went black.

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Wow, I'm sorry it took me foreeeever to update. And I'm sorry it's so short. I haven't written in this in seriously two months, and I was kinda lost in it all. I'll try my best to update again soon. Tell me what y'all think!