Addicted

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I furrowed my eyebrows at the weird message.

I had no idea what it meant.

"I never lose. At anything." I read aloud, my voice soft and strained from the migraine.

What does that even mean?

I pondered over it for a minute then sat up slowly, removing the ice pack from my head. I opened my laptop back up, and found the mini golf part of the story.

"I never lose," Zoe told Cole, glaring at him. "At Anything."

I bit down on my fist as another flash shot through my brain.

"Fuuuckk," I whined out, sinking back down onto my bed.

This migraine seriously needed to go away. My phone vibrated in my hand and I whimpered, pulling it back up in front of my face. Speak of the devil himself.

It was Colby trying to face time me. I knew that I looked like crap and I didn't want him seeing me like this so I accepted it, but turned my camera off.

"Chloe, are you okay? Why don't you have your camera on? Chloe!" His deep voice was frantic and worried but still managed to send shivers down my spine.

Even in my pathetic state, his voice comforted me. I was beginning to think that there was seriously something wrong with my brain and that I needed to go to a psychiatrist or something.

What did they call it when you were possibly falling for your stalker after one day? I don't think there's a name for that particular sickness.

"I'm here. I'm okay. Just a migraine. It hurts to talk." I whimpered into the phone.

"A migraine. I didn't think that you got those anymore." He murmured, his voice soft and gentle now.

I didn't even bother asking how did he know that. There was no point.

"It came on suddenly, when I was going over my story, like you asked. There were really bright flashes of light behind my eyes, and the sharp shooting pains of the migraine. I don't think I can talk right now." I whimpered again.

I hated being weak. It literally pissed me off, but I couldn't help it at this point.

Talking on the phone had made the pain increase.

"I'm coming over. To make sure you're okay."

"No." I replied shaking my head.

Shouldn't have done that.

"Oowww, no you don't-"

"I'm on my way." He replied gruffly, and disconnected the call.

"Annoying ass stalker." I muttered.

My head was hurting too badly for me to care all that much though. If I were being honest with myself, I was kind of happy that I was going to see him again, even if it meant he took one look at me and ran for the hills. I was looking rough.

I got out of bed, slowly and gingerly, every step jolting through my head, and made my way to the bathroom. After doing my business, I looked in the mirror.

"Ugh." I groaned.

There seriously was no helping this, and I just wanted to lie down again. I swiped my fingers under my eyes to remove some of the smears of eye liner and mascara, and tried to run my fingers through my matted hair. All of this just from me crying and rolling around on the bed.

I basically crawled back to my bed, and curled into a ball with both hands on my head. I would have to find a doctor here in LA, if these migraines were going to become a normal thing again. Apparently that prescription medication no longer worked for me.

Prissy jumped up on the bed and curled against my arms. I knew that she felt that there was something wrong with me and was trying to comfort me, but I couldn't even lift my hands to try and pet her right now. There was a soft knock at my door.

I whimpered again, not wanting to get up and unlock it or raise my voice to ask who it was. I assumed it was Colby, of course, even though that was hella fast for him to be here.

Or was it? I had no idea where he lived, or where he was at when he called me. Another flash of light went through my head, searing into my skull with a severe sharpness that had me crying out against it, and squeezing my hands against my head.

Next thing I know, someone is sitting beside me on the bed, pulling me into their arms. I screamed then whimpered from the pain that caused.

"It's okay baby girl, I'm here." I heard a deep, gentle voice reply.

It was Colby. I didn't try to resist anymore, just let him pull me closer to him so that my head was resting against his lap. His fingers stroked over my face, leaving a burning trail behind, while he pushed my hair back.

Something cool pressed against my forehead, and I realized that it was the half melted ice pack.

"Do you need me to do anything?" He whispered, going between stroking my hair and trailing his cool fingers over my face.

It felt good.

"Just don't move." I whispered, keeping my eyes closed.

I hadn't opened them since I lay my head in his lap.

"Don't leave me."

I heard his sharp intake of breath, causing me to open my eyes. It was dark inside my room, my curtains closed against the city lights, every light in my apartment off.

I could see his eyes though, staring down at me, almost glowing.

"I will never leave you Chloe."

The intimate way he said that had me wishing that he would kiss me again, pain or not, I wanted that to happen. The way he kissed, it was probably a miracle cure that would make my migraine totally disappear. I only meant that I didn't want him to leave right now.

It was nice having him here and I really was helpless with this pain in my head. Prissy meowed and I felt her moving closer to me. Oh shit, she doesn't like strangers.

I tried to push her back with my hand but she hopped over me and sat on the free part of Colby's leg, before stretching up his chest, to rub her face against his.

"The fuck?" I breathed out.

I had to be hallucinating. Or dead. The migraine had killed me.