The Oddities of Grand Marquis - Book 3: Elegant Armageddon 🪼✔️

Thirteenth

DAWAEN

We were supposed to go to Dr. Bluewater's on the way from the hospital that first night but I got sick and threw up in the car. Tyler was pissed off and decided to just take me home. I've been sick for the past three days, vomiting and not being able to keep anything down. It was just like it was when I was on the ship. Tyler was so mad about me vomiting in his expensive car that when we got home he slammed my face into the side of the doorjamb. I have a large bruise on my cheek that hurt like hell, throbbing and making me feel like my face was swelling up to large proportions.

Today wasn't too bad regarding sickness. I didn't throw up as soon as I woke up but I was cold and just couldn't seem to get warm. I was huddled up under the covers when I heard the door open. I didn't care anymore...

"You gonna get your fat ass out of bed?" Tyler growled.

"Why?" I croaked, my throat sore.

"I'm taking you to that doctor I was supposed to take you to. Get up, you grotesque monster."

He slammed the door and I balled up tighter, whimpering a little. These new hormones were going to be annoying as hell. I was unconscious for most of my procedures except the whole jelly baby thing, but even then I didn't have enough time to really have my hormones mess me up. I'm used to my deadbeat father beating me but this whole crying thing was annoying as hell.

I eventually willed myself out of bed and slowly went about the room. There were a couple of times I gagged but I held it in and tried to move as slowly as I could. A few moment later, Tyler came back in and caught me taking my shirt off. Seeing me, he sneered.

"Disgusting."

"I get it, damn it. I'll be ready in a minute. You've got to give me some time."

"I don't need to give you shit. I didn't want to claim your sorry ass back when they said you were home but I have to make sure people don't get the wrong idea. Less ratings and views means the less money I make... now for the both of us."

"Oh, I'm so sorry that your stupid weather career is being overshadowed by your son's fucking return!"

Tyler walked in and backhanded me, making me stumble away.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, boy. Get fucking dressed and meet me in the car, you ungrateful little fucker."

He slammed the door and I ran back to the bathroom as quickly as I could to vomit into the toilet. The slap made me unable to keep anything in. I put my arm on the back of the seat and tried to lift my head up to keep from smelling my own vomit but because I had been bed-ridden for days, I hadn't really eaten. All I was throwing up was bile... After a few minutes, I was finally able to stand up and leaned against the wall.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

"I said for you to get your sorry ass out here! What's taking you so long?!"

"I had to vomit because you hit me!"

"I'm going to do a lot worse to you if you don't get out here."

I sighed, trying to collect myself and get into the car. I hope I didn't get car sick on the way to the doctor.

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To my chagrin, I did get sick in the car again and now I'll have to explain my split lip to the doctor. Tyler stopped the car and turned to me.

"Is there anything that I don't suspect that I should be looking out for?"

"I don't even know what you're talking about."

"Yeah. Sure."

He got out and I sighed, getting out after him. I walked as briskly as I could and looked at the small building acting as a clinic. The sign read: Not Your Usual Clinic – Dr. David Bluewater, MD and Dr. India Market, DX. What the heck is a DX? I know what an MD is...