Page 85 of Maddox
When he points toward the back of the building, I push through the masses, bouncing here and there as I attempt to walk a straight line before stopping at a door that I presume leads outside.
After turning in a circle, I don’t see anything that says restroom. I’m guessing that I have to pee out there. Great.
The crisp air feels good on my heated cheeks when I emerge from the building.
It takes me God knows how long to find a spot that can’t be seen by bystanders but is still close enough to the building to be safe.
Once I’m done, I pull up my pants but as soon as I stand, the world tips and I stagger a few steps before grabbing onto the machine before me.
I have no idea what it does but it’s tall enough to brace my weight and keep me from planting face first in the dirt.
All at once my stomach burns and I groan, pressing the heel of my hand against my chest.
Shit. I should’ve stopped drinking after the first round.
The cool air that felt good moments ago batters my skin while I retch up the alcohol I drank before falling to the ground, shivering uncontrollably.
My head spins and for a moment, I lose track of where I am until I hear through the ringing in my ears, “Babe? You, okay?”
Tilting my head, I wipe my eyes, but the man still wavers in my vision. When I can finally focus, I blink to find Micah kneeling before me.
“I want to go home,” I mumble. “I don't feel well.”
“No?” he says. “Want me to take you home?”
Nodding, I push to my knees and sway, although as I turn in a circle, my feet propel me toward the door.
“Uh uh,” Micah says, “the car is this way.”
“Where?” I slur.
“Close,” he says, wrapping his arm around my waist.
Unfortunately, I stagger, my limbs uncooperative and when I fall to my knees, Micah shrugs and says, “Maybe you should lie down?”
“M’kay,” I mumble.
The grass cools my heated cheeks, and I turn my head to feel the wind through the trees as Micah says, “Delaney?”
“Sick,” I groan when he hovers over me.
“You’ll be fine.”
I can’t focus beyond the halo of light over his head, but something niggles at the back of my brain, and I can’t quite reach it.
When he touches my hand, I shove it aside and roll over, retching once again.
“Sh. Just let it all out. You’ll be fine.”
“Unh…”
My stomach burns but I can’t stop convulsing and when Micah turns me over, I flinch away as he says, “You want me to take you home or not?”
“What the fuck are you doing?” The harsh rasp inspires me to open my eyes as the air whooshes around me and I blink and blink again, unsure if what I’m seeing is real.
Where did Micah go? Was that…
“Maddox. Sick. So sick,” I whisper, and his dark stare meets mine.
