Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110824 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Victor came back in with some chicken soup, crackers, and grilled cheese. It was so sweet. This is where the day really starts to go off the rails. This is because, I’m allergic to chicken soup. Okay, I know that sounds insane. It probably is. I’ve never met another person who claims to be allergic to it, but I definitely am.
Something about the canned, condensed variety makes me horribly ill. I get a rash, sure. The worst part is that it makes my stomach cramp. I don’t know why. I just know to stay away from it. I felt guilty because Victor went to so much trouble. I didn’t want to tell him that I only bought it because Zane was supposed to be staying here and he had told me that chicken soup and grilled cheese was his favorite meal because it reminded him of his mother.
This thing with Victor might be new, but I wasn’t stupid—despite the evidence my previous life choices may lead others to believe. I knew with a hundred percent surety that if I told my guy that I bought food specifically for Zane he would lose his mind. I didn’t want to open that can of worms. So, I did something stupid. I decided to eat some of it. Geez, that sounds insane, but my stomach was already cramping. I figured I could handle a little more. Afterall, pain eventually fades, right? Plus, I would take some Benadryl to combat the rash, and all would be fine. I wouldn’t disappoint Victor. It would make him happy. Plus, there would be no argument the night he was supposed to leave either. This was just safer.
I was wrong so wrong.
I managed to eat about a quarter of the bowl and pick at the grilled cheese. Honestly, I am not a fan of cheese. It’s gross. It only belongs on pizza and then only lightly. You can put that sprinkle stuff on spaghetti, but I really draw the line anywhere else. Dante used to like cheese on his breakfast sandwiches. I should have known then what a monster he was. Who puts cheese on a sausage patty? I’m sorry, but that’s just yucky.
Anyway, I started to feel kind of sick. I fought it down and figured I was going to escape. I really shouldn’t have taken another spoonful, but when I put the spoon down in the bowl and told Victor I was done. He took it up on himself to feed me one more spoonful.
I wanted to say no, I really, really did. Yet, he looked so sweet and all I could think was that one more wouldn’t hurt. It would make Victor happy. I already can’t have any type of sex with him like I wanted—and I totally wanted to. I was even hoping to see if I could push myself further this time. I was so ready.
And then fate stepped up in the form of my menstrual cycle being fouled up.
So, I sipped the noodle soup from the spoon. The moment it was in my mouth, time stood still. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t swallow. I was too busy trying not to panic because I felt the part I had already eaten try to come back up. I silently tried to control my body, but it was no use. I made a horrid noise, capped my hand over my mouth and ran like crazy to the bathroom. Victor was hot on my heels and to my utter mortification held my hair while I puked into the toilet.
Yep, not only did I not have more sexy fun with Victor, but I also threw up on him, and to keep him from rushing me to the hospital when I began to break out in big, red, splotchy patches of bumps, I had to confess what I did and why I did it.
Which pissed Victor off. He got so mad at me that he said he’d be back and left. I waited and while I did, I rubbed allergy cream over the hives and swallowed a couple pills. I stared at the door, willing him to come back and apologize for leaving without kissing me goodbye. He didn’t. So, I curled up in bed.
Sometime around midnight, I yelped when Victor got in bed with me. He kissed my shoulder and asked me if I was better. I wanted to say a lot in response, but all I managed to get out was yes. He said good. Then put his arm around me and was asleep within minutes.
I wanted to slap him and tell him to wake up so I could fight with him. I wanted to ask him why he was being a big fat jerk. I didn’t do any of those. I laid awake and stared at my wall in the dark. Eventually, I did fall back asleep—around two. I figured Victor and I could have it out in the morning.