A Silent Victim || ONC 2022

Chapter Six

"Wake up."

Groaning, I snuggled further into my pillow before I could feel someone tapping on my arm.

"Phoenix, wake up," a husky voice said.

I opened my eyes to see a blurry outline of someone sitting beside me.

"Hmm?"

"I need you to wake up."

I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake up so I could see what this person wanted. My eyes cleared enough to see that Scarface was sitting beside me on the bed. I eased up into a sitting position, cautiously watching him.

"We need to talk."

"About?"

Scarface looked away from me as if he was embarrassed or ashamed.

"Look, I'm sorry about earlier," he said, surprising me.

"I shouldn't have been so rough on you earlier, so I'm sorry."

He turned his attention back towards me, waiting for my reply.

"It's ok," I signed.

It wasn't ok, but if I wanted to stay alive, then I had to say what he wanted to hear.

He sighed out in relief before he reached forward, tucking a strand of my messy hair behind my ear.

"You should get some more sleep. Rest will be good for you, especially with the condition you're in right now."

"Condition?" I asked, feeling confused.

"Don't worry about it," he said, smiling kindly at me.

"Come on, lay down," he said, basically dragging me down with him into a lying position, with me cuddled up with him.

Well, this is awkward, I thought as he started to rub my back.

"Are you feeling alright? You're not hurting anywhere, are you?" He asked, his voice sounding sincere.

I nodded my head yes, letting him know. I was ok.

What's with him? One minute he's sweet, then he goes to psycho, now back to sweet. Is he bipolar? Or just fucking crazy?

"Good," he hummed out.

As awkward as the situation was, the way he was rubbing my back was causing me to relax. I could feel my eyes begin to droop. I tried to keep my eyes open, but I eventually gave up, letting this crazy bastard lull me to sleep.

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When I woke up, I was alone in bed, where Scarface went. I don't know. I woke up feeling extremely nauseous. I tried drinking some water, maybe that would ease it up, but it didn't. It just made it worse. I threw my bottle of water as I ran to the bathroom, barely making it in time to empty the contents of my stomach.

Am I sick? Did I somehow get a stomach bug?

I pulled away from the toilet, wiping my mouth with a shaky hand. I pushed myself into a standing position, walking over to the sink, grabbing the mouthwash from the counter. Opening it, I poured some in my mouth, swishing it around a few times before spitting it out.

Why am I throwing up? Did it have something to do with this 'condition' that Scarface was talking about last night?

Sighing, I put the lid back on the mouthwash, setting it down before picking up my hairbrush. What did he mean by condition? I thought as I began to brush out my hair?

Should I ask him about it? Then again I asked last night and he wouldn't answer my question, just told me that I shouldn't worry about it.

I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, as I placed the brush down, turning to leave as I leaned over, flushing the toilet on the way out. I walked over to my bed, picking up the bottle of water that I had thrown earlier, before sitting down.