I apologise dearly. I have been really busy lately and I am so disappointed in myself for not being able to sit down and enjoy what I love doing. I promise to do my best to give you some more chapters so to make up for my absense.. here is a brand new chapter for the time being until i can figure out a schedule! Enjoy and thank you all for your support ❤
Ronnie's POV
I squint as the hot sun flashes through the tall windows.
I groan and roll over onto my side.
I slide my hand over to Colby's side of the bed but nothing.
A warm sunbeam was all I found.
The sheets were wrinkled and worn in.
I hear gagging and grunting noises coming from the bathroom.
The door was closed and the lock was turned.
Why would he lock himself in the bathroom?
I hold the blanket we had slept with over my bare chest and stretch over to the bedside table.
I check my phone and I start to worry.
6:37am
Why was he up so early?
I stand up and wrap the blanket around my naked body as I call out his name in worry,
"Colby?" I softly speak.
The gagging and grunting noises continue to become more violent; more alarming.
I quicken up my pace to the bathroom door and start to bang on the barrier,
"Colby!" I yell as my heart starts to beat a million miles an hour,
"Open the door.. please!" I desperately beg.
The lock clicks and I throw it open.
My expression showed fear and horror as I watched him launch his body towards the toilet.
Hunched over; vomiting out what ever he had in him,
"Oh my god.." I gasp as I tighten the blanket around me and approach him with caution.
The blanket was bothering me so I gave up on it.
I bent down and placed my weight on my knees as I sat beside him.
He seemed ashamed and embarrassed.
He covered his face with his arm.
I was too worried about his wellbeing rather than his insecurities right now.
Although, I felt like vomiting up every meal I have ever had.
I sucked it up and comforted him when he needed it most.
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