And so, as promised there is a bit of time jump here in this chapter, and by the time that you reach the end of the chapter you all will be able to understand why I needed to include the time jump.

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Five and a half months later ….

SPOV

"Sookie … you need to get up, it is time for you to go to school" I heard mum shout up the stairs at me, and it awakened me from my peaceful, restful slumber.

And I wasn't the most impressed about it.

But, I can't say that I was angry for long, because almost as soon as I had woken up, I had to all but run into the bathroom in order to puke up – the very few – contents of my stomach.

"Eww … gross" Jason announced, whenever he had just simply barged on into the bathroom and spotted me sitting on the floor, as I continued to pray to the porcelain god.

However, instead of removing himself from the room, he simply walked over to the sink and began to brush his teeth.

Thanks a bunch, Jason. I thought to myself rather sarcastically – although anyone would forgive me, considering the current predicament.

"Thank you very much for all of your help, Jason" I muttered to him, whenever I was able to pull myself away from the toilet and up to the sink where I pulled down my toothbrush and some toothpaste out of the cabinet.

"No problem, Sookie. If you need me again just shout. I am always happy to help" he answered – rather cheerfully, I might add, before vacating the bathroom, in order to – I presumed – go back to his bedroom.

Fucking moron, I thought to myself before crawling back into my own room and into my own bed again, where I felt so much safer.

Right now, I just wanted to curl up and go back to sleep.

And it would be so much better if Eric was lying all curled up beside me, like what he did whenever I puked my guts up two days ago, and since my parents had been out at the time, Eric had come over to the house and helped me to get all cleaned up before cuddling me for at least another hour – perhaps even nearly two, before mum and dad did come home.

And then they just couldn't wait to get Eric out, since apparently it isn't something that minister's daughters should do, to have their boyfriend's over while the parents are out.

Jesus fucking Christ …. It would be a real fucking travesty if the neighbours saw something like a man entering the house to see the preacher's daughter while said preacher and his wife were out wouldn't it?

I must have dozed off back to sleep, because the next thing that I knew, mum was standing in my room, all but jerking me awake, and I slowly and unsurely opened up my eyes to see that she was standing in front of me not looking terribly impressed.

"Why are you still lying in your bed, Sookie? Didn't I already shout up the stairs to get you up for school. That kid will be here any time now to take you to school" she said, impatiently. "And I will not be having any daughter of mine being late … for anything"

"Can't you at least call Eric by his name … he hasn't done anything to you, mother. And what happened to the motto treat others as you would have yourself treated? Aren't Christian's supposed to take that to heart?" I said, feeling rather defensive of my boyfriend. After all, as I had already said Eric had done nothing to her, except be a model boyfriend towards me, and part of that had been picking me up every day for school.

It was something that he had done ever since the morning after our first date, and it was something that I found to be incredibly sweet.

Although, the more that I thought about it, the more I realised that that was why she didn't like him, since I figured that she had just been waiting on him making a mistake big enough for me to bin him.

However, in five and a half months he hadn't made one single mistake, and in fact over that time, the two of us had only become closer to the point of where we had said I love you after being together for four months, and we had also began having sex about two or three weeks after we had first told each other that we were in love.

But just then – before either of us was able to say anything else – the doorbell rang, effectively announcing Eric's presence at the house.

"See, Sookie. You need to hurry up and get dressed, he is here. I am not going to take no for an answer" mum said, before taking two steps towards my bedroom door.

"Mum, I am not going in today. I don't feel so good" I replied.

"Sookie. This is the fourth time in two weeks that you have said that you were ill, and you have already been off for those last three days. You are not going to be getting another day off school. Imagine what the congregation will think if they heard all about your skiving school antics. Now get up" she said.

"Mum, go easy on her. I just saw her puking her guts up in the toilet this morning. She is not lying." Jason said, appearing at the door.

"Fine. Only today, Sookie. No matter how you are feeling tomorrow, you will be going to school" mum said.

"Tomorrow is Saturday, mother" I said to her before flopping down back into the bed.

"Just deal with the kid" mum replied, pursing her lips at me.

"Can you tell him to come on up?" I asked her.

"No" she replied.

"I will, Sookie" Jason interrupted from the doorway.

"Don't you dare, Jason Stackhouse" mum threatened him.

"I do dare" Jason replied, before waltzing down the stairs. He was also whistling as he walked, a very happy tune.

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