21
Cady
“Jett,” I whisper. “Are you awake?”
I’m checking to make sure that Jett is definitely asleep. He’s sprawled out like a king in my bed, his mouth open a little. I move around a bit, but it appears he’s out.
That’s good, because I am feeling super nauseated… and I think I know why.
Getting up, I duck into my walk-in closet and put on my robe. Sneaking into my bathroom, I close the door as quietly as possible, then turn on the light. I go to the toilet and crouch down, my mouth filling with saliva.
Without any further warning, I suddenly start vomiting. I try to be quiet as I throw up all the food I ate for dinner, my eyes watering. When I am out of food, I dry heave for a while, producing nothing but bile.
At length, I sit back on the floor in the space between the toilet and
