lust // h.s.

Unknown

50,000 by August first? x

(btw, there's a gross puking seen in this chapter. So be aware.)

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Taylor has been a snob all evening.

Was that really new?

She kept passing me looks, those kind that just make you want to strangle a person.

"Lottie?" Eleanor asks, setting her hand on my arm. "You okay?" I nod. "I'm just tired." I lie.

She directs a smile at me, which I miss. I'm a bit out of it to be truthful. I don't really know what's happening.

I couldn't even eat the soup that Harry and Taylor brought, except for the first few bites.

I carefully stand up and walk to the kitchen, placing the bowl in the sink. Resting my hands on the sink, I lean over it feeling a sudden nausea take over me.

Inhaling and exhaling a few breaths, Taylor appears beside me.

She doesn't smile or look at me, she just puts her bowl in the sink and walks back out.

But right before she exits she pauses and calls over her shoulder.

"Watch your back."

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Watch your back. Watch your back. Watch your back.

Those words continue to play through my mind like broken records.

I honestly had no idea what she meant.

It actually kind of scared me-

I'm up and running into the bathroom, and practically collapse infront of the toilet as I feel myself begin to gag.

I feel it all slide out, for what seemed like forever.

It leaves me gasping for air, yet I know there's more.

The door opens, "Charlotte?" The voice of Harry asks.

I feel the puke coming up again, "Get out!" I manage to get out before it happens again.

I can feel Harry behind me, rubbing my back. "Your okay. Your fine." He says, calming me.

I push him away hardly, causing him to tumble backwards into the wall.

Another round comes harshly, and I'm breathless again.

"Just. Get. Out."

He takes another glance at me before exiting the bathroom and my room.

I arch myself over the toilet, taking in deep breaths.

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After I regained my breath, I peeled off my clothes and got into the shower.

I began to scrub my body with bodywash, and then shampooe dand conditioned my hair slowly.

I felt disgusting.

Utterly disgusting.

I've never gotten sick that quickly, or that bad.

And I hated to get sick infront of people. It was awful.

Ughh.

After I let the water hit my body for a while, I shut it off and grasped my towel.

Drying off, I lather my body with lotion. I always had a knack for soft skin.

I walked into my room, I mean it was kind of my room. This flood had wore down a bit, but my parents weren't home and I hated being alone.

Sifting through the small amout of clothes I have here, I decided on putting on sweats, a hoodie, and socks, then climb into bed.

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I feel myself begin to drift off just as my phone vibrates from a text.

I grab it from the bedside table, and unlock my screen.

My eyes scan the screen as I open the text,

From: Unknown

'I can see you.'

What the hell?

I bite my lip, should I reply?

Another text comes in,

From: Unknown

'I see you got my text, why aren't you replying kitten?'

I break my eyes away from the phone and scan my room.

No one.

I begin to text back,

'Who is this?'

I hit the send button and look around again.

It's probably just a sick joke from some guys at school.

Another text comes in,

From: Unknown

'You'll know sooner or later. I'm coming in now love.'

I didn't dare move from my bed.

I was terrified.

A call comes in next from Austin, thank God.

I quickly answer, "Hello-"

"Lock your windows now." He demands in hush tone.

Almost a whisper, like he was trying to hide something?

"What's going on?" I ask, quite terrified.

"Just do what I say Charlotte." He replys.

I shoot out of bed and quickly shut each of the windows, "Now what?" I ask. "Close the drapes." I pull them back and get back in my bed.

"They can't get in Charlotte, be quiet and don't move."

"Okay-"

The end of the receiver clicks.

I quickly redial Austin's number.

No answer.

I dial again.

No answer.

Oh God. What happened to him?

I hear tapping on my window.

Holy fuck.

A call suddenly comes in on my phone from Austin.

"Thank God your okay." I plead onto the phone as I answer.

The other end is quiet.

"Austin?" I ask.

Dead silence.

"It's not Austin love."