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“Shit. Let me get you home.” He looks over at his sister.
“Don’t worry about me. Go take care of her.” She smiles.
Max gives her a hug before walking me outside. I feel so weak. My body aches from puking and everything hurts from the realization of what I am.
I lie down on the bench, resting my head in his lap. He gently strokes my hair. He wouldn’t do this if he knew who I was. He’d hate me. Everyone would.
“Babe, we’re here.”
I sit up, seeing the club.
“Are you okay to walk? I don’t know that me walking in there carrying you would go over well.”
I nod.
I slowly follow Max inside. Everyone is sitting on the couches talking. When I walk in Twisted runs over.
“What’s wrong with her? What happened?”
“She started to feel sick. Threw up in a bathroom. She might have caught a bug.”
My brother’s eyes are trained on Max. He isn’t stupid, and I know he suspects that something is going on with us. He looks back at me and his hand rubs my arm. “Why don’t you go lie down upstairs. I can call Doc if you want.”
“You don’t need to call him. I’m sure it’s just a stomach bug.”
I walk toward the stairs, turning around when I get to the top. All of the people I’ve come to care about are standing together.
They seem worried.
If they knew who I was they would kick me out.
Then I’d be dead.
