ISLA
“s**t, that one stung,” Audrie says rubbing her jaw as I reach a hand out to help her to her feet.
I shrug, “I guess all the stress and anger is finally surfacing.”
“Nice job, everyone. That will be it for today,” Zac yells out and claps his hands together, signaling the end of training.
I reach down to grab my water bottle from my gym bag when a sudden wave of nausea hits me like a Mac truck out of nowhere. I clamp my hand over my mouth, and I run off to the locker room as the bile starts to burn up my throat. I just barely make it to the stall before completely emptying the contents of my stomach into the bowl.
So much for finally being able to eat a whole meal.
I shift back to sit on my butt and lean my head on the cool metal wall of the stall just as Audrie comes bounding th
