Okay, I have to apologize for that last chapter. It was terrible, I can't even begin to express how sorry I am that I wasn't quality last chapter.
And, Ariella Jones, sadly I'm not that intelligent, I just thought Dallas was a good name, but I do love "The Outsiders" it's one of my all-time favorite books. Also, for everyone reading this story that doesn't have an account, you guys can review the story too. I would appreciate it very much.
On with the story!
~*Break*~
Josy P.O.V.
Ugh, I felt terrible. My stomach hurt so bad, I had already thrown up three times and I was laying on the small shag rug in my bathroom. I was hot, sweaty, and aching all over, and there was nothing I could do about it. Michael was in the other bathroom vomiting his guts up as well, but his flu wasn't as bad as mine was yet, thankfully.
My stomach gurgled and I could feel something coming up my esophagus and I made my way to the toilet as the barf came up and out of my mouth. I shuddered when it stopped and turned on the bathtub faucet to rinse my mouth out. I stuck my mouth under the faucet and repeatedly filled my mouth with water and spat it out into the tub. Once I was done I turned off the faucet and wiped my mouth, then laid down on the rug. At least my tailbone wasn't hurting anymore.
I curled into a ball on the rug, willing my stomach to stop hurting and for my fever to go down. I squeezed my eyes shut as a shudder went through my body and all my joints started to ache and they felt like they were expanding just a tiny bit. But it was enough to make me yell and bring my dad running.
He pounded on the door in dad fashion and tried to open it, but I had locked it earlier so no one would see how sick I really was. "Josy! Open the door!" He tried the knob again, but it only rattled as he tried to force it open. "Open this door right now!" He yelled through the thin wood.
"Dad," I intoned weakly, "Dad, I'm fine, I'll come out in a little bit." As soon as my body stops rebelling against me. I added silently. The door knob stopped rattling and I could hear him stepping away from it.
"Fine," he replied. "But if you aren't out in ten minutes, I'm going to tear this door to pieces. Do you understand me?" I nodded, then realized he couldn't hear me.
"Alright, Dad," He tapped the door one more time then I heard him turn and walk back to his room. I stretched out my legs and my knees popped almost instantly, I winced at the pain but stood up anyway. It felt like I was growing on fast forward. I groaned and leaned against the counter, and dry heaved. There wasn't anything left in my stomach to throw up. I braced my hands against the counter as my body kept dry heaving.
I could hear my dad's footsteps coming down the hall, but I couldn't move to unlock the door if it was him coming to check on me. I finally stopped heaving and opened the door as he knocked on it.
"Hey," I said quietly, I was getting weaker and weaker each hour I was sick. My dad took one look at me and picked me up under my armpits and hoisted me up to where I could grab onto his shoulders. He walked down the hall to my bedroom where he rolled back my covers and set me on my bed. I maneuvered my legs under my comforter and pulled the sheets up and over my shoulders.
"I'm gonna get you some ice chips, okay?" I nodded and he left the room quickly to go get the ice chips from the kitchen. Those didn't even sound appealing, I felt like dying. I had only had the stomach flu this bad once before, and I didn't even remember it. I had to rely on the stories my dad and mom told me.
Apparently, I was about four years old and caught a really bad bought of the stomach flu that landed me in the hospital for a week. My mom had said that all I could say was "Have I died yet?" and I wouldn't say anything else. They kept me on an IV drip for six days of that week and I couldn't eat anything more than saltines for a month. I hoped this didn't end the same way as that.
My dad walked quietly back into my room and handed me a little bowl of ice chips to suck on, then left as quietly as he came, almost gliding over the floor boards of my room. As I was sucking on those, I heard a small noise come from the area of my bay window next to my desk at the far wall of my room. I turned to look out my window and Seth as well as my cousin were standing there, I closed my eyes thinking it was a hallucination and got a flash of me looking into a mirror. I was in a wedding dress – a beautiful one – with a thin white veil over my face. I opened my eyes, shook the image out of my head, and looked at my cousin who was motioning to me to open the side windows of the bay window.
I closed my eyes again and grabbed the ice chips bowl, hoping that they would just go away, I felt too bad to walk to the window. Even if I was super close to it. I groaned and rolled out of my bed to open the windows.
"What?" I said sharply. "I'm sick as a dog, and what in the world are you guys doing at my window?" My cousin and Seth looked at each other quickly then back at me and shrugged simultaneously. I hung my head and sighed. "Never mind, what do you need?"
Seth began to speak when Jacob looked at him, Seth immediately shut his mouth and Jake started to talk. "We just wanted to see if you were okay, but we knew Uncle Jack wouldn't let us in-"
"So, we came to your window," Seth smiled up at me and I couldn't help but smile down at him. I withdrew back into my room and motioned for them to come in, they obliged quickly, climbing through the window quickly and easily.
I set the bowl of ice chips down on my night stand and crawled into my bed and settled down in the sheets. Jake sat down on my bed with me and Seth pulled my desk chair up next to it.
"So, you guys came to see how I am?" They nodded at me, Jake motioned for me to continue. "Well, I feel terrible. It feels like I'm going through a growth spurt, but that it's being fast forwarded through, and I threw up four different times. I have a really high fever and my joints keep popping." Jake felt my head and nodded, he looked at Seth and shook his head. It was barely perceptible and I almost didn't catch it. There was something going on here that I didn't know about and I intended to get to the bottom of it.
All the guys had been acting weird since my brother and I had moved here. When my brother asked Jake about the growth spurt he had said something along the lines of "Maybe you'll get one, too." I looked at the melting bowl of ice chips and back at the boys. I needed to find out what was going on, and fast.
"Why did you just shake your head at him?" Jake blanched and turned pale, I narrowed my eyes at him and asked again. "Jacob Ephraim Black, I swear if you don't tell me now, I will call Uncle Billy." He turned an even paler shade.
"It was nothing, Jos," He laughed nervously, "I swear it was nothing, I'll see you tomorrow," He said quickly and bolted off of the bed and out the window. Seth looked at me quickly waved and did the same as my cousin, both of them were gone and down the street in seconds, leaving me to sit on my bed.
I rolled my eyes, got up, and walked to the open window and stuck my head out. "I'm still calling your dad!" I yelled into the dark, clear night. I wasn't really gonna call his dad. I felt way too sick for that.
Well, another chapter done :). I do feel quite accomplished if I do say so myself ;) which I do, again, I would love it if more of you reviewed. They're like little presents, they make me feel better about the story and prompt me to continue. Also, Happy Father's day! I can't wait to hang out with my dad all day tomorrow and watch "Gangs of New York". What do you guys like to do with your dads? :)