Bulletproof Hearts

Chapter 6

Charlotte POV

Nicholas and I walk back to my room and I should've paid more attention. I was lost in thought and my stomach hurts. I feel a little nauseous. I'm sure it's nothing I just need sleep which probably won't happen. I've never been able to sleep well since the age of 13 Mom always helped and it got a lot worse since she died.

"Goodnight Nicholas," I say.

"Goodnight I love you," he says back and walks out the door. I change into comfy clothes and sit on my bed. My stomach is getting worse so I try to distract myself on Instagram. You know when you have nausea and the last you want is food and you see a food commercial or something like that? That's how I feel my whole page is food.

After five minutes longer on my phone I couldn't take the food and I think the screen is making everything worse. I decide to go to sleep despite the fact it's only 8:45. I try to sleep on my side, back, and stomach, half off the bed, and even lying the opposite way. Nothing helps and my nausea is getting worse.

"Fuck me," I say aloud. I look at the clock and see it is 9:15. I hate this. I am getting mad at myself. "I want to sle-" I begin to say out loud before rushing to the bathroom. That's when the fun begins note the sarcasm.

I threw up luckily in the toilet about three times. then I stop sweating on the floor. Tears begin to fall. I hate this I feel so weak. I sit there for a bit more before I throw up four times in a row. I again sit there crying and sweating. This goes on three more times before I am interrupted.

I was in the middle of throwing up when I felt my hair being pulled back and held. After I finish I turn to see Matteo.

"Hi," I say with a hoarse throat and teary eyes.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"I don't know I was fine then I just felt nauseous. I thought it was nothing but here I am," I say.

"You don't have a fever," he says placing a hand on my forehead. He then hands me a washcloth to wipe my mouth.

"I have a question," I tell him.

"Go ahead shoot," he says.

"Why are you here? I mean you could've left when you saw me, but why stay? And now why sit with me?" I ask.

"Well, I came to check on you. And why not stay you're my sister and if you aren't feeling well I'm gonna take care of you until you feel good," he replies. This shocks me I haven't had this type of love in months, and I miss it. I throw up four more times.

"I think that's all I have left in me," I say quietly.

"What do you think that was? It couldn't have been food poisoning." He says. "Are you allergic to anything?" He asks.

"No," I say. 

"Let me get you some water," he says and leaves the bathroom. Is it bad I miss him? No Charlotte don't get close they will leave you.

Matteo returns with a cold washcloth, water, and new clothes.

"Thank you," I say. 

"No need," he says placing the cold cloth on my forehead and helping me to lay on his lap. We sit there in silence. I have my eyes closed, but I know I can't fall asleep.