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It takes a while for the crowd to leave the roof, so we decide to wait for it to clear up a bit. We are not in a hurry. We would be though, if I didn’t put up a brave-girl face and suck it up for Noah. I don’t want to ruin his night.
There are over fifty people left on the top with us, once we decide to walk to the entrance and look for Matilda on our way there. I don’t see her small form anywhere, and I almost give up looking when Noah snatches my hand back, and points his finger to the biggest speaker on the right side of the stage. I turn around and see the lead singer holding Mats’ ass firmly in both of her hands while devouring her lips.
“She did it,” I say, looking back at Noah. “She really did it.”
“I didn’t doubt her for a second.”
We slowly walk down the stairs, all eight goddamn stories. I am done with stairs for like a year or so. A group of drunk people sings their hearts out in the middle of the street. Good thing this part of our small town is empty, otherwise we would have lots of fun with our kind police officers.
As I step on the sidewalk, someone knocks into me from behind. Noah’s face turns as white as paper once he sees my eyes roll into the back of my head. I feel bile rising up, my mouth salivating rapidly to lube its way up. He holds me tightly, apologizing for not pulling me out of the strangers way in time, but puke is all I can think about.
“Noah, baby… I don’t feel so good,” I barely manage to get the words out, before the beer goes up the way it went down.
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Noah
Fuck.
What should I do? Ronan trembles in my hands as she keeps retching. Her hair is all bunched up in my hands, as I try to wet her face a bit. She stopped throwing up a while ago, but her stomach doesn’t seem to be done. She keeps bending, but nothing comes up.
“I am so sorry,” she cries. “I am so sorry, Noah.”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay, Ljubavi. I got you,” I soothe her, kneeling down next to her.
She looks at me, her eyes and lips swollen, tears rolling down her cheeks. I’m sure it’s not just the beer, since I know she can hold her liquor. My mind immediately goes to Christine, thinking she was the one who put something in Ronan’s drink, and I internally scold myself for it.
First of all, Matilda both bought,andbrought our drinks, and second of all, this is her daughter I’m talking about, she wouldn’t do something so vile to her. Right?
“I am sorry for ruining your night,” she cries again after retching one more time.
“You didn’t ruin anything, Ronan.” She hangs her head, and I slowly put my fingers under her chin, lifting it. “Look at me. You didn’t ruin anything. You could never.”
“You don’t know…”
“I do know,” I interrupt her, but then my mind reminds me of something.
All she threw up was alcohol.
“Ronan, did you eat anything before coming here?”
She stays silent, looking at her hands, picking at the grass on the ground next to the sidewalk.
“Ronan. Did you eat today?”
“No,” she answers simply, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to not eat a single thing the whole day. “I wanted to look pretty. I mean, look at this dress. It’s so tight you can see everything. I just wanted my tummy to be a little flatter.”
She has an eating disorder, you sorry excuse for a boyfriend,I think to myself.
I should’ve made sure she ate. I should’ve thought of it.
I grab a hair tie, roll it over my wrist and bunch her hair up in a bun on top of her head.
“You are more than perfect just the way you are, Ronan. I know your mind is playing tricks on you, and I know your mother did a number on you, but you need to believe me.” I don’t know how to make her see what I see. “You are more than perfect.” I say, wiping away her tears and drool with a tissue.
“I just… It’s a habit,” she sniffles. “I never eat before going out. I didn’t do it on purpose.”
