Tessa's P.O.V:
I quickly get out of Marshall's car before he could ask a billon question about the fight. His maid opens the door and I quickly walk past her and run upstairs.
"Tessa, wait!" Marshall calls after me. I ignore him and carry on running up the stairs, godamn these long ass stairs.
My mind goes back to what that women was saying about Marcus and Karla, how could these people be so cruel for a bit of money. I feel my eyes get watery as I walk down the hallway.
Hold it in, Tess!
I open the door to my room and slam it behind me. I chuck my bag on the bed and push my hair back as I let the tears run down my cheek.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." I whisper to myself as I try my best to stop crying. I take off my jacket and throw it over the chair.
I walk to my bathroom and look at my reflection in the mirror. My lips bleeding, I've got a cut above my brow, there's a bruise forming on my cheek already, there are few scratches on my hand...
All because I got upset about her mentioning Karla and because...becuase she mentioned my ex husband Marcus.
Marcus had cheated on me. That's the main reason we broke up. The worse part was that he cheated on me with my cousin Nicole, my first cousin to be exact. Marcus was acting weird after he slept with my cousin. After a few weeks I found out.
- Flashback -
"Marcus, baby! I'm home." I call. The security place my suitcases in the foyer and then walk out. "Mark, honey!" I call again, I call him Mark for short and he calls me Tess. I call for Marcus one more time but no answer, guess he's not home.
I call for our Siberian Husky, Hunter who soon comes running towards me. I laugh as he jumps ontop of me and pushes me on the ground.
"Stop, Hunter!" I laugh as he starts to lick my face. "Down boy!" I giggle and Hunter jumps of me. "You missed mommy hu?" I hug him and stroke his back.
Hunter follows me into the kitchen, I take out a cookie from his jar and throw one at him which he catches making me smile proudly. I walk over to the fruit basket and pick up a green apple.
I grab my hand bag and walk up the stairs with Hunter right by me. I stop infront of the mirror at the top of the stairs and fix my hair since Hunter messed it and turn to walk towards my room.
Hunter starts to bark and stops infornt of me. I neal down and scratch his back as I try to calm him down.
"Shh, boy." I say trying to calm him, he turns away from me and runs towards my room. I watch him as he stops infront of my door and then runs back to me. He barks again loudly. "What is it?" I say quietly.
I walk towards my room and place my ear against the door, when I don't hear anything, I glance down at Hunter before I open the door slowly. My eyes travel around the room until they land on my bed.
Marcus lay asleep with someone laying next to him, on my side. I walk in and look at the clothes all over the floor. Tears start to run down my cheek and before I make a noise, I quickly cover my mouth.
I look at the girl that's naked ontop of the covers, her black hair was covering her face so I couldn't see her face. Hunter comes in and I place my finger on my lips before he barks.
I can't stay here...
I walk into my closet and start to slowly remove my clothes from hangers that I need and all my hygiene things. I open a few draws and take out my jewellery. I then take a photo album out and open it as a small sob escapes my mouth.
I open the first page, reveling a photo of myself and Marcus on our wedding day. I close the door immediately when I start to sob loudly. I muffle my sounds with the back of my hand and slowly slide down against the far wall.
Hunter comes in and sits at my feet with his paws covering his eyes. Sniffing, I take out my phone and dial Karla's number. After a few rings she picks up.
"Hello?" She says but my mouths dry and I can't seem to answer. "Is anyone there? No...I'm about to hang up now....Okay....Bye-" Before she puts down the phone, I finally speak.
"Karla." I croak.
"Tess? What's wrong?" Karla says sounding worried. I sniff and wipe my face before I talk.
"Could you come and pick me up?" I ask. I hear Marks voice and go quiet. "Please hurry." I squeak.
"Sure. What's wrong hun?" She says as I hear her rush around.
"You were right Karlz. He is cheating." I say and burst out crying. I hear Karla sigh from the other end and then curse under her breath.
"Where are you?" She asks.
"I-I arrived home e-early from Chicago." I stutter.
"I'll be right there. I promise." She says.
"Okay." I whisper.
"Tessa?"
"Yeah?" I sniff.
"Just hold it all in....Don't do anything stupid." She says. I go quiet for a few seconds.
"I..Please hurry up." I say, trying my best to stop crying. Karla mumbles a 'bye' before she hangs up.
I stand up from my spot and place the album in my bag. I creek the door open to find Marcus stretching at the end of the bed. The girl gets up and kisses him and he does the same.
I feel sick.
My hand shoots up to my mouth and I grab a plastic bag thats on the shelf and throw all the cream out of it and throw up. My breathing becomes heavier and heavier as I stand up and try to calm down but it's no use. All I want to do is kill them both. To confront them. But yet, I can't face him. Not like this. I know I have to at some point.
"Tessa!" Mark shouts. Shit.
I look through the small space in the door and watch him as he walks in with my bag. He curses under his breath and looks worried as he walks out the room. A few minutes later, he walks back in.
"Tess can't be here!" The women says. Tess? Who the fuck does she think she is.
The girl starts to pull her underwear on when I get a glimpse of her face. Nicole. My mum's niece, Nicole. My own family member is sleeping with my husband! We're like best fucking sisters.
I look down at my phone when it vibrates in my hand. Karla just texted. I quickly open her text as I glance at Nicole through the tiny gap.
Karlz: I'm outside. Want me to come in?
Tessa: I'm in my closet.
I hit the send button and look through the small gap again. Marcus runs towards the window when he hears a car park up front.
"Shit, get dressed." He tells Nicole and chucks her dress at her.
"Why is she home so early? She didn't come home early the last couple of times I came!" Nicole shouts as she balls up her dress in her hand.
"Because she probably wanted to suprise me." Marcus shouts clearly scared and frustrated. "Get dressed." He sighs.
Before Nicole could say another word, Karla walks in and belive me she looks fierce and tough with her black leather jacket and her skinny jeans, half covered with knee high boots.
"Karla-" Marcus starts.
"Fuck you, Marcus!" She hisses. Karla walks towards my closet and open the door slowly. She slips into the small gap and closes the door behind her.
I start to sob as she pulls me into a tight hug. Karla strokes my hair as she trys to quiet me down. She walks me over to the leather couch that I have in my walk in closet.
"Did you see who the bitch was?" I ask her as I wipe my face.
"No, do you know her?" She asks. I chuckle and shake my head.
"Karla. It's Nichole.." I squeak, my throat feeling heavy from all the crying. "She flesh and blood." I whisper.
"Oh god." Klara whispers. The door to my closet opens and Marcus walks in. He looks around the closet until his eyes land on me.
"Tess. Babe." He sighs and walks over to me.
"Let's get you out of here, yeah?" Karla says. I sniff and nod as we stand up.
Mark pulls me back by my hand and holds me against his body. He pushes my hair away from my wet cheeks and holds my gaze.
"I'm so sorry." He whispers. "Please. Please just forgive me." He adds, I push him back by the chest gently but he secures me against his body with his arm around my waist.
"How many women?" I ask. Marcus goes quiet for a few seconds and swallows hard. "How many women, godamn it!" I shout and hit his chest.
"Seven." He says finally. I blink a few times and look at him in disbelief.
"Tess, come on." Karla says holding onto my shoulder. But Marcus just pulls me against his body tighter.
"How long?" I ask the next queston. No answer. I hit him on the chest a few times as I shout at him. "How fucking long!" I scream.
"Six months." He shouts. I push him back hard and walk out of the closet. I stop in my tracks when Nicole stands infornt of me. I can see that she's sorry but I feel sick looking at her.
"You bitch!" I shout and slap her across her cheek. Her hand fly's to her cheek and her mouth forms a perfect 'O'. Karla holds me back as I try to hit her her again.
I calm down and walk towards the door with Kalra next to me. Marcus follows me and holds onto my wrist. Without hesitation or a though, I slap him across his cheek.
"I want a divorce, Marcus..."
- End of flashback -
SMASH!
I throw my mouth wash at the mirror which causes the mirror to shatter into a hundered pieces. How could that bitch be so cruel!
Everything she said just...Ugh I don't fucking know, my emotions are all over the place. I move the shattered pieces away from the tap and wash my hands.
I walk back into my bedroom and take a seat at the end of the bed. What's my manger going to say. Whats Marshall going to think of me now. What's Marcus going to think.
After the divorce we became friends. The type of friends that are awkward around eachother. Yes, we had a few moments here and there after our divorce, but that was a long time ago. We text eachother a few times when we have to. But never call.
I get snapped out of my thoughts by a knocking on the door. I walk into the bathroom and look at the smashed glass everywhere. I quickly close the door to the bathroom and sit in the middle of the bed with my legs crossed underneath me.
"Who is it?" I ask.
"Blair." A women shouts back. Blair? Who the hell is she?
"Uhm. The doors open." I say. A women with a bright smile walks in.
Her blonde hair was pushed to one side, down her shoulder. She wore a black crop top and a pair of baggy sweats. She wore light make up, looking stunning,
"Hi." She smiles as she walks towards me, leaving the door behind her open.
"Hey, mind me asking who you are?" I ask, her bright blue eyes hold my gaze as she takes a seat at the end of the bed.
"I'm Blaire." She smiles. "Marshall asked me to check up on you." She shrugs.
"I'm fine." I tell her.
"I'm also a nurse." She says, her eyes wondering over my cuts amd bruises. "How's your head?" She asks.
"Hurts." I shrug. Blaire stands up and walks over to me.
"Could you lay down for me?" She asks. I nod and lay down. She smiles warmly as she takes a closer look at my cuts.
"My head really hurts." I say after a while.
"Like a headace?" She asks.
"She threw a few punches at my head." I tell her. "She pretty much damaged my head from here." I say touching to my left side of the head.
"Mind if I touch?" She asks.
"Go ahead." I mumble. Blaire leans closer and pushes my hair to the side. I suck in a huge breath when she touches the most painful part.
"Sorry. Looks like you were bleeding from there." She says quietly. "I'll apply a few creams after you had a wash to get the blood out. How does that sound?" She says.
"Sounds perfect, do you want to wait here. I gotta warn you, I take loonngg in the shower." I tell her as I stand up.
"In that case, i'll be downstairs." She laughs. I watch her as she leaves and sigh in relief.
Blaire seems really nice and all but i'm not in the mood to talk to anyone. Espically someone that cheerful as her!
I get undressed in my bedroom and walk into the bathroom. Bath or Shower...Shower! I chose a few body scrubs as the water runs warm. Once the shower is steaming hot I climb in only to jump back out.
The water was burning my open cuts. Sighing I bite on my lips and jump back in. I let the cuts get used to the water, which is fucking painful and then start to wash my hair and body.
God my head is killing me!
The heat of the water starts to make me feel dizzy so I decide to close the water and wrap a towel around my body as I walk out the bathroom. I hum randomly as I apply my Aloe scented cream on my legs and arms. I walk over to my dressing table and spray deodorant under my arms.
I walk into my closet and take out a pair of black leggings and a stripped crop top. I get dressed infornt of the mirror and take the towel off my head. I leave my hair wet and messy like it is due to my shower as I walk out my closet.
Make up or no make up?
Make up it is. I hate going infront of people without make up. I don't know why, I just feel insecure. Well actully, I do know why. It's because of all the damn paparazzi. I know there aren't any paparazzi at Marshall's place but I still feel insecure.
After i'm done with my make up. I look for my shoes. Where the hell are my shoes? My head snaps up when the door bell happens. I ignore it as I pick up my phone. The door bell rings a hundred times more until I finally get annoyed!
Fuck my shoes...
I open my bedroom door and look down the hallway, Marshall's not in sight. Sighing, I make my way downstairs, barefooted and open the door.
"Nathan." I smile as Marshall's brother walks in with a girl.
"Hey, Tessa." He smirks. I cross my arms across my chest and look at the teenage blonde girl that he has his arm wrapped around.
"So, who's your friend?" I ask.
"This is Caroline." Nathan say smiling at the girl. Caroline looks nervous as she sticks out her hand for me to shake.
"Hi." I smile as we shake hands.
"H-hi. Your T-Tessa B-black.." She stutters.
"That's me." I say quietly.
"I'm a fan. I love your music." She says turning bright red.
"That's really sweet." I smile. "I'm going to start dinner. Nate, what do you feeling like having?" I ask. Although i'm in pain, I need something to take my mind of the event taht occured so cooking should do it.
"Anything with chicken." He shrugs before he starts to walk away.
"Right." I sigh and walk to the kitchen. I look for a few ingredients to see what I can make and finally decide on making Chicken with lemon to give it flavor and to go with it some courgette couscous would be delicious, yet healthy.
I grab the packet of couscous and pour it in a large bowl and pour stock over it before I cover it. Seriously, no one eats healthy around here so I had to go shopping myself.
Whilst the couscous is absorbing the stock, I start to fry the courgettes on a pan. I burn my hand and quickly place it under cold water. Shit my courgettes!
I run to the stove and quickly add couscous and stir with my right hand as I add seasonings and lemon to it. I look up at the kitchen entrance and find Marshall walking in, taking away on the phone.
He stops walking and stares at me as he talks on the phone. I turn my back towards him and take out four pieces of chicken breast. Five incase Blaire is somewhere around and i'm sure Nate's friend is going to eat too.
I season the chicken and fry the pieces in a bit of oil before I cover the pan with a lid. I start to tidy the kitchen as Marshall carry on talking.
"So when is it moved foward too?" Marshall says as I place the seasoning away. "I'll talk to Tessa about it." I pretend I don't hear my name and start to wash my hands.
"Hi." I smile when he hangs up and places his phone on the counter.
"Sup. Blaire seen you?" He asks.
"Yeah, thanks for sending her." I nod. "Has she left?" I ask him.
"Na. She's probably around somewhere." Marshall shrugs. Right on que, Blaire walks in. She smiles wide at Marshall and then hugs him. They must be really close.
"You should be resting." Blaire points a finger at me.
"I'm fine." I roll my eyes. I plate up the food and slide the plates infront of him. Before I could move my hand back, Blaire grabs my wrist.
"Is that an engagement ring?" Blaire says with her mouth hanging open. She exmaines my ring and looks at Marshall and then me. "You purposed to her?" She asks Marshall.
"After she begged me." Marshall smirks.
"Hey! I didn't beg you!" I tut. "You begged me!" I shoot back. Marshall laughs and digs into the food.
"How did you purpose then?" Blaire. I look at Marshall who's already watching me.
We hadn't thought that one true...
"Well.." Marshall starts and scratches his neck.
"He purposed to me at the...studio." I shrug. "Yeah. Uhrm, we were seeing eachother for a couple of months-" I add and get cut off.
"Was this after Marcus Carter?" She questons. I clear my throat awkwardly and nod.
"Yeah. He basically suprised me by coming to the studio and purposed to me." I say quickly finishing the made up story.
I pull my hand back and plate up Nate's and his friends food up. I washed the pots and pans before I plate up my food and grab a water bottle to take upstairs.
"Where you going?" Marshall asks before I walk out.
"I don't feel so good." I say quietly and quickly walk out. Truth is, I hate it when they mention Mark! It just ruins the whole mood!
After he cheated, my cousin had relased old photos of me with a few guys at a party. She had told TMZ who told the rest of the world that I cheated on him when it was the other way around.
You see how much of a bitch my cousin is?
I get under the duvet and open my laptop to check my emails. I don't bother with the food and place the plate next to me. I don't need to add more weight, i'm fat as it is.
"Email from Karla!" I grin and open the email. She sent photo's of her trip to Egypt.
I reply to a few emails and surf the internet for the next hour or so. Karla calls me and I update her on everything. She told me that I was all over the news due to the fight.
"Hold on, let me check." I say to Karla who's on speaker phone.
"That's not a good idea, babe. Just leave it." Karla sighs.
"I'll be fine. I'm used to the world talking shit about me." I roll my eyes and switch on the tv that's near the end of my bed.
"Well.." Karla says.
"Let me listen Karlz." I tut and turn my attention back to the tv.
"....Tessa Sanchez Black was once an idol and role model. She was admired by celebrity's, Adults, Teenagers and kids. She was a fashion icon for some and broke a few world records for her album sales but now that's all come crashing down.."
"Gosh I hate TMZ." Karla sighs, I don't answer back and listen to the man on the tv screen again.
"...Today around 6pm Tessa reportedly attacked E news reporter when she had mentioned her ex husband Marcus Carter and her best friend Karlq Rose Jackson."
"Well you look hot in the photo." I joke.
"Don't I always?" Karla laughs, I smile and roll my eyes.
"The pictures of Mark was on our honeymoon." I tell her.
"Wow, he looks the same." I hear Karla say, I guess she's watching the same channel as I am. I turn my attention back to tv.
"..When Tessa had left the scene, the reporter was asked many questons. Our team had asked and I quote 'Are you going to sue Tessa Black' in which the reporter responded saying she is going to 'leave Tessa broke when I take her to court.' We now are waiting for Tessa Black to speak and for her manager, Leroy Tatum."
"She's taking you to court?" Karla shouts, Sighing I push my hair back in frustration and switch of the tv.
"I'll meet the bitch there." I huff.
"Tessa, be serious about this." Karla says.
"I am-" I get cut off by her shouting through the phone.
"Oh my god!! Put the tv back on." Karla shouts through phone almost giving me a heart attack.
"What wrong!" I shout back and switch it back on.
"You and Marshall look so cute together!! Awwwww." Karla squeals. I watch the footage of Marshall and I holding hands as we walk into the diner. They show another footage where we're both talking in the diner and laughing.
"Gotta admit, Marshall does look hot." I say quietly to myself.
"What?! You think he's hot! Holy fuck.." Karla screams through the other end. Guess I didn't say it that quiet after all..
"Well yeah, he's hot." I say going red in the face.
"Tessa. I can tell your blushing from all the way here." Karla laughs.
"Screw you." I chuckle.
"You know what?" Karla asks, I can hear her banging pots and pans, probably preparing for dinner.
"Mm?" I wait for her to speak.
"You and Marshall should screw eachother." She says, amused.
"Fuck you." I shake my head as I burst out laughing at her choice of words.
"Go fuck him.." Karla laughs.
"Karlz!" I shout through the speaker.
"Okay i'm sorry." She laughs. It goes quiet for a few minutes as Karla cooks in the background.
"I wonder what it's like to have sex with him." I break the silence and bite on my bottom lip. Karla burst out laughing and soon I follow.
"You should see and then write a book about it." She jokes.
"A book?" I queston, amused.
"Mhmm." Klara mumbles, I leave the phone on speaker as I go and turn on my rooms light since its getting dark.
"Okay, so what's this book going to be called exactly?" I ask and climb back into bed. I place the phone on top of my chest as I pull the duvets up to my stomach.
"We can call it 'Marshall said he wanted to fuck me hardcore in bed and that exactly what he did, here's my story by Tessa Sanchez Black' How's that?" Klara says. I burst out laughing.
"Too long." I roll my eyes.
"Mmm...I got it." She says. Karla and her jokes..
"What is it?" I ask.
"Sex with Marshall Mathers!" She says and laughs.
"Sex with Marshall Mathers?" I repeat through laughter.
"Yes. Sex with Marshall Mathers."
"Hey I-" Marshall walks in and stop talking at the same time Karla shares her new title idea.
"Was that him? Shit your dead." Karla says, still on speaker. Marshall looks amused as he looks at the phone and then me.
"I...I'll call you later Karla." I say as I sit up and take the phone in my hand, I look away from Marshall when I feel my face start to heat up and turn red.
"Okay babe. Love you." Klara says still amused.
"Love you too." I reply and glance at a amused looking Marshall.
"Oh, Tess!" Karla quickly says.
"Yeah?" I sigh.
"Don't forget to fill me in on S.W.M.M!" She says.
"What's S.W.M.M-" I quickly stop myself when I realise what it stands for. Sex with Marshall Mathers.
"Yeah you know s-" Before she could embarrass me anymore I quickly take it off speaker.
"Karla!" I hiss through the phone.
"Am I off speaker now?" She laughs.
"Bye bitch." I roll my eyes. I don't wait for her to answer and quickly switch off my phone and toss it in my lap.
"Was it bad timing?" Marshall smirks. Yes, yes it was.
"No. Come on in." I smile and sit up. Marshall sits on the bed by my knees. It goes quiet for a moment and we just stares at the floor until I break the silence. "Did you want to talk about something?" I ask him.
"Paul asked me to check up on you." Marshall says awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Honestly, Marshall. I'm fine. You can tell Paul that too." I sigh.
"You can tell him yourself tomorrow." Marshall says and lays back on the bed, ontop of my knees. I can't help but notice how hot looks as he lays on my bed.
"What's tomorrow." I say quickly and snap out of my thoughts. "Oh, the radio interview." I nod.
"You still wanna do it?" Marshall asks and turns his head towards me.
"I'm not sure anymore." I sigh.
"We should move it two or three week away." He nods.
"Why that far?" I ask.
"Well, maybe cause of the fight." Marshall says. Can everyone just get over that damn fight!
"I have to ask Leroy." I sigh. Marshall doesn't respond and stares at the chandelier. "Penny for your thoughts?" I smile and raise my brow.
Marshall turns head to me again and looks at me up and down before he holds my gaze. My heart starts to beat twice as fast as we just sit there and stare at eachother.
"You know what, right now is probably not a good time." Marshall says and stands up.
"You can ask me anything you want." I assure him, Marshall nods and smiles as he stands up. His smile slowly starts to fade away when his eyes land on my plate.
"You cooked that two hours ago." He states. "What's up, why ain't you eating." He asks. I look away from his eyes and look at the pills on my desk and make up a quick excuse.
"Blaire gave me pills to take away the pain." I tell him. "I guess the pains gone and so is my appetite." I shrug. I didn't take the pills since i'm sober but I didn't want Blaire knowing about my addiction. Of course she made me take them infront of her but once she left I spit them out.
"Tessa." Marshall sighs. "You've been barley eating this past few weeks since you moved in." Marshall starts making me roll my eyes.
"I don't feel hungry right now!" I argue. Marshall tuts and runs his hand through his hair. Before he could open his mouth to speak, I cut in. "Look Marshall, I don't need a lecture. I'll eat if you want me too." I shrug.
"Alright. I'll warm it up and you eat infront of me." Marshall suggests and picks up my plate.
"Sounds good." I fake a smile. Marshall walks out the room with my plate in his hand.
Ugh, why can't he leave me the fuck alone with all this food bullshit!
Sighing, I stand up from my bed and walk into my closet to get my pills. I look down at the green pill bottle. A friend had gave me these for weight loss, I take one after every meal but they make me sick. I take two pills and swallow them without water. Now when I finish the food, all of it will come back out, so I don't add any weight.
"Tessa?" Marshall shouts. I tuck my pills in my bag and walk out the closet. Marshall was standing in the doorway with the plate warmed up.
"Thanks." I smile and take the plate from him. "Ah..Fucckk.." I curse under my breath and hold my stomach.
"You good?" Marshall says walking in. Looks like the pills kicked in.
"Yeah. Period pain." I lie. Marshall's face is priceless. Boys. I just hope I don't end up throwing up infront of him.
"Oh." He mumbles and sits down next to me on the bed awkwardly. He places a pillow on the headboard and leans back.
"You want some?" I say and hold up my fork full of couscous and chicken.
"Na. I wanna see you finish it all." He says sternly.
"Yes, dad." I mumble, Marshall chuckles and shakes his head.
"Quiet the comedian." He mumbles.
For the next few minutes we watch tv as I eat. It was kinda hard to eat since all I could think about was throwing up. We made small talk about the movie that was playing on tv.
"There. All done." I sigh.
"Good." Marshall smiles and takes the plate from me. "I'm gonna head to bed it's getting late." Marshall sighs and climb out of bed. "Thanks for making us dinner by the way." He adds.
"It's no problem." I smile and watch him walk towards the door. "Goodnight."
"Night." He smiles. "Oh and Tessa." Marshall says making me look up.
"Yeah?" I ask.
"You should read this books that might come out soon." He says with a small smile playing on his lips.
"What book?" I ask, interested.
"It's called S.W.T.B heard it's gonna be...hot." He says grinning.
"S.W.T.B?" I queston.
"Mhmm." Marshall nods. "Sex with Tessa Black. It's a sequel to 'Sex with Marshall Mathers' or what you call for short 'S.W.M.M'." He grins. My mouth drops open.
Fuck Karla...Fuck me..
"I knew you were listening! Get out!" I say and chuck a pillow at him, before it hits him he quickly closes the door. I hear him laugh from the other side as I get my pillow from the floor.
"Hey, if I help you with 'S.W.M.M' you have to help me with 'S.W.T.B' what do you say? When do we start?" Marshall says through the door.
I hit the door and Marshall laughs in response. I listen as his laughter slowly die down and then his bedroom door closes. I blush bright red and bite on my bottom lip as I laugh and shake my head.
I'm going to kill Kalra.
I stop laughing when my hand shoots up to my mouth and I feel the food raising back up. I run to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet. I feel slightly dizzy as I wash my hands and brush my teeth. The side effects of these things are just insane..