Novel & Cerita The Words Get Stuck In My Throat

Was I the only one who felt the weight of it? I opened my mouth to ask a question, but before I could speak, a sharp pain shot through my throat. My breath hitched, and I clutched at my neck, my body instinctively reacting to the sudden obstruction. I was choking. Panic surged through me as I reached blindly for my glass of water, my hand trembling.

He was laughing with her, completely absorbed in her presence. I forced myself to stay quiet. Travis’s gaze caught mine again, and the teasing glint in his eyes stung. I quickly looked away, trying to push down the swirl of emotions twisting inside me. Suddenly, a sharp tickle in my throat made me cough hard. The steak I’d been eating felt lodged in my throat, choking me. “Kourtney!” Mom’s voice was sharp with concern. I grabbed the nearest glass and gulped down its contents, desperate to clear my throat.

This fact does not sit in my stomach; instead, it feels like a knot in my throat that I am trying to swallow. When I attempt to question him about his addiction, it feels as though my word chocked in my throat.

My throat closed. I couldn’t move. My chest wouldn’t rise. I was stuck. Absolutely stuck on one word. *Mate.* Mate? Nothing else existed but that single word echoing in my skull.

I felt a lump forming in my throat, making it difficult to breathe, let alone articulate my thoughts and feelings. As I stood there, grappling with the weight of my mom's words, I couldn't help but question everything. How could she say something like that? Did she truly not understand how much Vanessa meant to me? It felt like a dagger to the heart, a betrayal from someone I loved and trusted.

I could feel the quiver in her breath as she exhaled and it damn near broke me. My throat thickened and I had to swallow the prominent lump that had formed to allow me to speak, but nothing came out. Again, words had failed me as they did at the graduation ceremony, and believe me, that didn't happen to me very often. This must be a new record. Usually, I suffer from verbal diarrhoea, but recently I'd been struck down with a dose of verbal constipation. With any luck, it'd be like a twenty-four-hour virus or something.

My throat felt lumpy, and I was unable to even force a strong swallow. "This would make a perfect bait."

I swallowed, my words stuck in my throat. What the hell was this man doing?

" I stood there for a moment, still breathing hard. My body was hot, my legs were weak, but I forced myself to move. I picked up the tray and went back to the kitchen. ******* I tried to keep my mind on the dishes, the floor, and the counters. I washed every plate and wiped the same spot on the table twice. I swept the kitchen again, even though it was already clean. But nothing helped. My hands were busy, but my head was somewhere else. I kept thinking about him. Mr. Grey. His voice, his hands and the way he said, “You’re new to this.” Just remembering those words, made my cheeks warm. My body still felt different, wet, and sensitive. Every time I moved, I felt it between my leg, It made me

My heart races as I stare wide-eyed at her. “We… we still can't reach him,” she stutters. My chest tightens in pain, and a lump forms in my throat. I suck in a deep breath, biting my lips and trying to stay calm, but I can't. My heart is breaking into several pieces and my stomach is churning in pain. I part my lips to speak, but no words come out. My throat is tight with pain, and my heart won't stop racing wildly. “What do you mean?” I blurt out in a trembling voice.