Forget.

Chapter 30

🍍Yay chapter 30...🍍

We pull up to the grocery store and my mind is still racing.

I can hear my heartbeat pounding in my head and I have a terrible migrain.

"Dean I feel terrible." I whisper.

"Are you okay?" He asks frantically.

"Just...sick..." I breath.

"Do you want to stay in the car?" He asks.

"Yes. Yes please." I beg, covering my mouth as I feel the bile rise.

I give him a panicked look and he rips me out of the car.

He practically threw me over the trash can in the parking lot and wrapped my hair back as I let it out.

Soon, Seth and Roman were over and they opt out to find some anti-nausea medicine.

"My head..." I moan.

"Shh. I know." Dean rubs my back.

"I'm sorry.." I whimper.

"No it's okay. It's okay." He whispers.

"Are you okay now?"

"Yea-yeah." I answer, wiping my mouth with my dress sleeve.

We walk back over to the car and settle in.

"Thank you." I mutter and he rubs the crest of my lower back.

"Do you want to stay in the car?" He asks.

"Sure. Sure." I think out loud, messing with my hands.

"Do I need to stay?" He asks gently.

"No. No your fine."

"Do you want me to get Seth or Roman to stay?"

"I'm fine, Dean." I whisper.

"I don't think you are." He whispers back.

"Dean-" I begin, looking up at him.

He quickly cuts me off, sealing his lips on mine gently.

He takes my head in his hands.

He breaks off my lips and leans down to roll his forehead against mine while he speaks.

"I'll stay out here. I'm not leaving you alone for that monster to steal. Your no longer leaving my sight."

I nod lightly and he lays back in his seat.

I slowly shift so my head is on his lap and we look out of the sunroof at the various birds flying by quickly.

Seth and Roman walk back to the car and Dean assists me in taking the medication.

Seth and Roman leave to go inside once again to fetch groceries.

"So what was your older brothers name?" Dean asks me.

"Jonathon." I whisper.

"I like that name. What was your little sisters name?"

"Victoria." I answer.

"How old were they?"

"Victoria was two and Jonathon was thirteen." I whimper, fighting back tears.

"I'm sorry, I was wondering." He wiped my tears away.

"I really was set up to have a good life. It just kinda... Didn't work." I whisper.

"What was your family situation?" I ask.

"My mom was ya know, penny prostitute. Always picked up men that would beat her and I. Her boyfriends were terrible. She was a total druggy. I'd have to rush past the man in the ally and rush faster past her boyfriend and when I saw her dirty body on the street corner i'd have to run as fast as I could."