Cristiano's Craving

Thirty

Rose

Vomit

Shit

Just shit

I felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in my stomach.

Tension began to do its work.

No, please no, not again, please. .

My breathing became more rapid by each second. In these moments, I thought about everything; and I mean, every single damn thing. I was over thinking again, the negatives outweighing the positives. I was making myself all worked up for no reason.

Calm down, Rose, calm down

I need help

Help

Someone help, please!

Help!

I was gasping but managed to wriggle over to the door, my body weakening as I fell onto the ground with a thud, my hand shaking reaching out for the door but I was failing.

My heart raced faster - I couldn't reach it.

Again, I tried to lean over. I couldn't reach it.

Once more - I couldn't.

No help.

My eyes scanned the room I was in , empty, alone, and the panic grew. In seconds I was curled tight on the ground, my only movement the trembling of my body and salty tears darkening my sleeves. There I stayed, unaware of my surroundings no longer.

I gave up.

Waking up was the worst feeling ever.

My back was aching and when I turned over, a few clicks went through my body. I groaned softly, my hand to my throbbing head as I opened my eyes, propping myself up with my elbow. I managed to look around in my surroundings to see that I was still in the bedroom.

The bedroom.

Oh shit!

My eyes widened as they landed upon the clock beside Cris's side of the bed.

Oh no! I'm so late!

A gasp left my mouth and I managed to stand up shakily, jogging over to the window and carefully moving the curtain gently, peeking out to see the crowd beginning to leave.

No, no, no, no, no!

I swiftly ran over to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and using the toilet before sorting out my messy hair. When I was done, I slipped on my shoes and quickly dashed out of the room, running down the stairs and leaving the empty loft.

I jogged past people, managing to squeeze past the crowd and ran towards his dressing room, opening the door and thankfully, it wasn't locked.

I bursted in and shut the door loudly behind myself, my eyes landing upon a familiar, muscular man with his toned back towards me.

"Cris-"

"I won the fight."

I licked my lips slowly, watching breathlessly as he took off his gloves, placing them down and putting things into his bag, his back still towards me.

"I knew you would," I quietly responded, my voice a little hopeful that he wasn't mad.

"Funny. Earlier you seemed not to."