Chapter 17. Back to Therapy

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Shiloh's POV
I woke up drenched in sweat, and too the stench of puke. I looked down at myself and grimaced; I had thrown up on myself. I wiped at my mouth and stood up to stretch. "Morn- whoa, what happened?" I looked up to see Calum standing in my doorway. I shrugged as he walked closer to me. He held his nose, blushed and muttered a sorry. "It's fine.. I don't know why I threw up though." I stated just as Michael walked in.

"What's that smell?" He asked, him holding his nose as well. "Shiloh threw up on herself." Calum told him, sounding nasally from holding his nose shut. "Oh." Was all Mikey responded as I tore my sheets from the mattress. "Guys, stop acting like children. I threw up, so what?" I yelled, angered and annoyed. "Sorry, we'll leave you alone now. But we'll take your sheets for you." Michael spoke as I nodded and tossed them to him. "Meet us downstairs for breakfast, after you shower." Calum said, as he and Michael left my room. I showered and put on another long sleeve and leggings.

Lydia hadn't bothered me at all last night, which I was thankful for. I trudged down the stairs, my hair dripping along the way. "Morning Shi!" Luke greeted from the table, sipping coffee. "Hi." I whispered as I sat on the chair and placed my head down. "What's a matter?" He asked, rubbing a hand on my back. "Shiloh threw up." Calum stated as I groaned. "Why not just tweet it to the world Calum!" I hollered as he slowly put his phone down. "What's with all the hostility? I felt it even before I began walking down the steps." Ashton commented, walking into the kitchen, a towel around his hips.

"Uh Ashton, did you forget we have a fifteen year old living with us?" Luke questioned, as I ignored them. "No, I just didn't feel like getting dressed right now." He replied, taking the milk out of the fridge. "Shiloh-" Calum began as I growled and stared over at him. "Right! Sorry, go ahead." He apologized as I turned to face Ashton. "They're making it such a big deal.. But I woke up and had puke all over my pajamas." I told Ash as his eyes widened. "Are you sick?" He questioned, feeling my forehead.

"No." I flatly answered as he stepped back to his cereal. "Huh. Well, it's over now and I'm assuming your sheets are in the wash. So, we can continue on with our day." He replied, quickly smiling at me. "Oh, by the way Shiloh... You have a therapy session after school today, it's with a new doctor as well." Ashton commented as he spooned cereal into his mouth. "Shiloh, at least eat a banana." Michael urged, the banana pointed in my direction. "I'm not hungry." I seethed, pushing the mushy fruit away from my face.

"Shiloh. You haven't eaten a single thing since we got you back." Luke pointed out, me huffing. "What's the big deal?! I said I wasn't hungry! What's so hard to understand about that!?" I hollered, pushing my seat back and storming up the stars to my room. I snatched my phone from the doc and began scrolling through it.

Luke's POV
"What was that all about?" I said, shocked as the boys shrugged. "Maybe she has her period. I hear girls can be very moody when they're on it." Michael explained as we all groaned and laughed. "Ashton, we leave for tour in three days.. We can't leave her like this. Her mental state right now is still healing from everything.. Management said we couldn't bring her with us for the first week.. What are we going to do?" I asked, my head propped up in my hands.

"We're gonna have to bring her.. There's no one else she can stay with. None of our families have met her yet, and I don't want her staying in a place where she's uncomfortable." Ashton replied, looking at us all. "We're just gonna have to hide her in the bus." He spoke, Michael giggling. "Ooh! I feel like such a bad person!" He exclaimed, twiddling his fingers together. We all laughed at him, and then waited for Shiloh to come down. She was quiet as she walked outside and to the van.

Ashton clicked the lock, and she slid the door over and hopped in. "Well she's in a mood." I whispered, the others nodding in agreement.

Lydia's POV (WHAT?!!?)
In the middle of the night, I went back inside Shiloh's body. I now controlled her mind freely and fully. That's why she's in such a sour mood, and why she's being rude to the boys. I saw everything she did, but I now controlled it. Her good side was slowly deteriorating and I was proud.

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