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I throw up, over and over again, until I am gasping for air.
I grip onto the counter to keep the room from spinning. “Drink… Luca.” I can barely speak.
“Here.” He puts a glass into my hands and helps me take a sip. As the flavorless liquid enters my mouth, I shake my head.
“No, I need something stronger. You don’t understand.”
“Rosa, you need to ride this out.” His tone is soft, but firm. He takes my hand and leads me into a bathroom covered in white marble.
“I can’t.”I’m not strong enough to do this. My whole body aches. I start to cry as the bile rises again, my insides burning.
“P-please, help me.” My legs give out and I collapse onto the cool floor. The porcelain toilet is almost inviting.
“I promise I won’t leave your side.”
That isn’t what I mean, but the second his hand strokes my back, the comfort is there, despite feeling like I am dying.
I throw up until I am dry heaving. My stomach still cramps in its efforts to expel the tiny sips of water that Luca keeps feeding me. All I can think about is finding a way to get out of this. Just one more drink and I’ll be okay.
Weak and shaking, my body finally gives up from exhaustion. My limbs are heavy and sweat beads on my forehead. Luca is just a fuzzy shape in the periphery of my vision.
“Rosa? Rosa?” His voice is laced with panic, matching my own frenzy of emotions.
I try to open my eyes, but it’s no use. I’m just so tired.
CHAPTERNINE
luca
Fuck.
Her body goes limp against the toilet. How can she be so completely gray and still so sweaty?
Shit, shit, shit.
Lifting her into my arms, I lay her down on my bed. One of my pillows gets pushed against her back to keep her on her side, just in case she throws up again. She’s completely out of it.
Grayson told me he thought she might have a bit of a problem. I assumed it was just her partying hard.
What she’s going through now is complete addiction withdrawals. The panic sets in when I realize this could kill her.
I stand at the edge of the bed, running a hand through my hair. What the hell do I do? I can’t let her die, but I don’t have a clue what can help.
Her dark hair sticks to her sweaty face, even as her fragile body shivers violently. I gently place the back of my hand on her forehead. “Shit.”
She’s boiling hot.
My heart twinges as she starts to heave, and I quickly lift her to a seated position. Holding her upright and pulling her hair out of her face, she spills the acrid bile all over my floor.
“Rosa, it’s going to be okay,” I whisper.
She shakes her head, moaning as she clasps her trembling hands on her knees.
“I need a drink.”Her voice is croaky. I can’t give her a drink. I don’t know why this urge to help her through this takes over. I don’t know this girl, but something is telling me she needs to overcome this. Whatever it is she’s running from is going to kill her if she doesn’t get clean.
“You’re so fucking strong, Rosa. You’ve got this, okay?”
I really hope she does.
