gh0st_ryder
There I stood in front of the toilet seat in the bathroom of a vampire night club debating all my previous life decisions up to this point. I struggled to keep my balance. The venom was kicking in hard. And this was just the beginning of it. If I didn't get it out of my system soon enough, I'd probably end up on this dirty bathroom floor brain dead.
"Have you done it yet?" My supernatural ex boyfriend said from the other side of the door.
"Don't call in here." I shouted back.
"I'm just trying to see what's taking so long."
"Don't rush me!" I snapped. "Unless you want to come in here and stick your finger down my throat, I suggest you be patient."
"Well since you asked so nicely-"
"No Cal, I swear if you or your finger comes peeking around that door, I will-"
"Less talking, more gagging please."
I opened my mouth to retort a snarky comment when the ground began to rush up towards me. I dropped to my knees, gripping the toilet seat for dear life. I felt my anxiety kick back in, I knew what I had to do.
And my stomach wasn't going to like it.