A Curse of Luck (A Kidnapped Story) (25)

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 Authors Note I would like to make a special thanks to Riverlauran1 for all her enthusiasm for the story and for more updates lol. I would also like to make a shout out to DemonTyger1997, paramorerocs16, book_worm2011. Thank you guys so much for putting up with my late updates and thank you for your lovely comments. Of course all my fans are amazing and I'm nothing without you.

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Will's (pov)

I suck in a huge desperately needed breath of air. My head and lungs are aching and I'm disoriented, what the hell happened?

Before I can even look around to take in my surrounding I feel a burning trail of acid come up my stomach. I quickly roll over whatever soft surface I'm lying on and empty my stomach of its contents.

I gag and cough trying to breath in-between vomiting fits, my stomach clenches and lurches ever few seconds, Jesus when will this end? I take a deep breath in through my nose and cough a few more times, and spit out some saliva, I think I'm good. I don’t think there is anything left to get out.

 I take another deep breath but through my mouth this time, then I wipe my mouth against my sleeve. I clear my throat and taste the nasty after taste of vomit. I sit up on what I assume is my bed.

I need to brush my teeth or at least rinse my mouth out. God how much did I drink last night, what bar did I even go to last night, wait, what city am I in again? My whole body feels drained, man I need to learn to lay off the alcohol or at least quit while I'm ahead. Man I feel like crap.

 I open my eyes and look down at my mess and get a whiff at the rank stench, god what the hell did I eat, and how am I going to clean this up?

I lean and flop back on the bed maybe I'll just sleep and hope the mess magically goes away.

I feel a brush of cold air and I shiver. I realize my shirt is unbuttoned and that my chest is covered in sweat and something else, what the hell?

Did I puke on myself I? I lean down and take a sniff, I gag oh my god, and I’m going to throw up again. I cough and try to keep my food down, what is left of it anyway, what did I eat last night?

"O-oh m-m-my!" My head snaps up in the direction of the female voice. I see a plump young girl with brown curly hair and she's wearing an apron. Who the hell....

"I-I-I ss-so s-ss-sor-sorr-re-sorry, pp-pl-plea-please d-d-do-dont h-hur-hur-hurt me!" She shrieks this and recoils into herself shielding her head, and I think she's crying. Hurt her? Why the hell would I do that, and who is she? I take in my surroundings and realize this isn’t the place I was staying at, this.......

"Ahhh!" I grip my head in pure agony, my head feels like is just been struck my lightening. I press my head into the bed willing the pain to stop. Jesus, ugh, I take deep breaths as I feel the pain slowly subsiding.

 I cautiously lift my head and hands away in fear the pain will return if I do it too soon. The hell was that? 

My breathing is still very much labored, and I realize that my whole body is dripping with sweat. I'm kneeling on the bed, and I notice the strange woman is still here but she is no longer cowering in fear of me, but has a look of aw, and concern almost.

I'm terrible at reading people’s faces for emotion, well except for Whitney's, I always seem to be able to tell what she's feeling.........

"Whitney." I whisper to myself, shit, Whitney! Like a wave crashing against the sandy shore my memories come thrashing back, and I feel awful for even a second that I would forget about her.

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