SIXTY EIGHT

- LORELEI -

I force myself up my bed to the bathroom, running feebly as far as my feet could surpass, as I feel like I’m about to throw up. The moment I get into the bathroom, I rush to the toilet and pull the lid up, letting my stomach out. Nothing comes out. This reminds me that I’ve not had anything to eat since morning. I’ve been crawled up in my room because I’ve been too afraid to step out, along with the fact that I am in so much pain.

Not that I didn’t already know this but my husband is a dick. The worst that there is. The absolute worst.

I groan, wincing at the ache in my arms. Even after a long time, the ache is still unbearable. It stings so bad that at this moment I feel that cutting both my hands off would be more painless than having them. I manage to move, clenching my teeth as I force my body to a different position.

I let out hard, harsh breaths, taking my time to breathe the ache caused by the movement away. I manage to pull the toilet lid back closed then p