Chapter 11

Kim's Point Of View

About Two Months Later.

"Kim?" I hear him call, but I am just to sick to answer. I hear him open the bathroom door and he is immediately at my side, holding back my hair. "Are you ok?" Tommy's voice is soft and concerned.

I can only shake my head.

"Alright," he says pulling me back so I'm leaning against the bathroom wall. "Let me get you cleaned up." He wipes down my face with a washcloth and helps me stand so I can wash my mouth with mouthwash.

Tommy picks me up and carries me to his room, across the hall from the bathroom.

I have been using the spare room, but when I am really sick, Tommy keeps me in his room. He can be a bit overprotective, but it's only because he loves me.

Tommy lays me down on the bed. It is so comfortable and it smells like him. I smile.

"What are you so happy about?" I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Your bed smells like you." I state simply.

"You know, I'm right here. I'm pretty sure I smell more like me than my bed does." He counters.

"No, you're all sweaty from working out... the bed smells like your cologne. Quite a difference." I argue playfully.

"I see... are you telling me I need a shower?" He tries to accuse in mock seriousness, but ends up laughing instead.

Before I can answer, I feel the need to "upchuck" again. Tommy notices the look on my face right away and grabs a bucket.

"Thanks." I whisper when I'm done.

"I think I riled you up too much." He admits.

"Read to me?" I request. We've been reading Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. We usually take turns reading it before bed every night, but he also reads to me on days like today. I had a 'treatment' yesterday. Sometimes I'll feel pretty good after it's over. Other times, I feel like this. He reads to me to calm me down and to get me to fall asleep.

"Sure." He gets up and walks out the door; returning seconds later with the book from my night stand.

He lies down on his back, and I snuggle into his side.

I'm asleep the second my head rests over his heart.

I wake up Saturday morning still snuggled close to Tommy. I still wear the clothes I had on yesterday, and Tommy is wearing his same outfit as well.

His breathing changes; he is waking.

I feel somewhat worse because I didn't eat any dinner last night. That's why I was in the bathroom in the first place. I just couldn't keep any of it down.

"Hey beautiful." He mutters half asleep still.

I turn to sit up and I feel my stomach turn. I try to get up and run to the bathroom, but I get dizzy and fall down.

Tommy is up in a second and next to me. He picks me up really quick, which makes my stomach worse, and runs me into the bathroom.

And not a moment too soon...

After I'm done, Tommy yet again wants to help me get cleaned up.

I don't know why I do it, but I snap.

"I can take care of myself Tommy! I'm a big girl!" I scream.

"Kim," he respond a bit taken back. "I just want to help."

"Well, I can help myself. I don't need you to baby me!"

"Kim calm down-"

"NO! Leave me ALONE! Just leave me be! Go away... I SAID GO AWAY!" I yell.

Tommy backs away slowly. Worry is evident in his eyes. He backs up, but he doesn't leave.

I start to cry. I'm don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm hurting Tommy. I don't want to hurt him.

"I don't deserve you." I whimper.

"Kim..."

"Why would you choose me? I'm no good Tommy. I'm a piece of trash. Why won't you get someone else? Someone you deserve..."

Tommy kneels down in front of me and hugs me close, but I push away.

"No... NO! GO AWAY..."

"Kim..."

"No Thomas Oliver! We can't do THIS anymore. We can't! I can't!"

"Do what beautiful?"

"That... this! I'm dying Tommy! I'm no good! I won't let you waste your time on me anymore!"

"Kimberly, don't you DARE start this again! You aren't going to die! You aren't a waste of my time! I LOVE you Kim! Why can't you understand that!" His voice is heavy with desperation and tears.

"No, you don't love me... you just think you do." I state dryly.

"How dare you say that! How could you EVER doubt what I feel for you?" He voice is low; almost a whisper.

Before I can answer, before I can apologize, I hear the door open.

"If you want me gone, then I'm gone."

The door slams shut.

All I can think is "I've ruined it all."

The tears break from my eyes.

What have I done?

That's all you guys get for now. Sorry, but school is really crazy this year. I promise I will update a lot more from February on, because I get to change classes. I have all my easy classes starting January 30th. I should update a lot more often.

DON'T FLAME ME! IT'S NOT MY FAULT! SEE MY PROFILE TO FIND THE MUSE WHO SCREWED UP THE SECOND HALF OF THE CHAPTER!

Spoilers: I gonna get a B on my final grade in Honors Bio! (Hopefully!)

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