Interception (Book 6)

Chapter 58 (PART 2)

Aliyah P.O.V.

I slowly pushed the covers off of my body, trying my best not to wake Ronnie up.

Once my body was fully exposed, I slowly brought my legs over to the side of the bed, sliding off the mattress as quietly as I could.

As soon as my feet touched the cold floor, I stood up, inching my way towards the bedroom door.

I carefully skipped out of it, softly closing it behind myself.

I took a deep breath, tying my hair up as I walked towards the very end of the hallway, stepping inside the guest bathroom.

I gently closed the door behind myself before turning on the lights.

I carefully turned the lock, before opening up the toilet seat, dropping my head in it for the second time tonight.

I held my hair back as my body pushed out my entire thanksgiving dinner that I'd consumed a few hours ago.

I held onto the sides of the bowl, hating the feeling of throwing up, but I couldn't even stop myself.

For the past two weeks I had been experiencing extreme nausea, and that was shortly followed by the vomiting attacks I would get random times throughout the day.

I closed my eyes, trying to get the room to stop spinning, so I could get up on my feet and flush.

I sat on the bathroom floor for a few seconds, before slowly standing up on my feet, hoping that was the last of it for the night.

I slowly walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet, beginning my usual routine to clean out my mouth and freshen my breath.

Just as I was wrapping up, there was a slight knock at the door, causing me to jump.

"Um, one second,"

I quickly began washing my hands, trying to remove any evidence of what just went down in here.

"Aliyah? Is that you in there?" I sighed once I realized it was Marissa's voice.

"Yeah.....give me one second and I'll be right out."

I turned off the faucet, grabbing one of the guests towels, wiping my hands dry.

I dapped the small beads of sweat off my forehead, tossing the towel in the dirty basket, before unlocking and pulling the door open.

"......Are you okay?" She asked, looking me up and down.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.......why'd you ask?"

"Because," she started. "Amara and I heard these awful noises coming from upstairs, so I told her I would check it out.....are you sure you're okay?"

I nodded, lying. "Yeah, I'm fine...what are you doing up? It's like 3 in the morning," I asked, trying to change the subject.

"I had to change Sky, then I came down for some water and I saw Amara down there chillling, so we just decided to have a quick drink.....are you sure you're okay though? Your face looks hella pale,"

"Well I took all my makeup off, so thanks," I said in a chuckle, hoping she would buy that.

"No,"

"It's not like bare faced pale, it's more like washed out pale....are you sure everything is good?"

"Yes, everything is fine....I'm going back to bed, tell Amara I said goodnight."

I stepped around her, letting her get closer to the bathroom entrance. Once she did, her face automatically scrunched up.