Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
A/N: there will be mentions of SA and lots of swearing in this middle to the near end of this chapter, to summarize for people aren't comfortable with reading it, Kay has food poisoning and she called Pedro to come and help her deal with it (that's basically all) the rest of it is just backstory, which isn't really that important because Kay will talk about it with other character in later chapters of the book. I would still suggest reading the part after the - (symbol) near the end (not the first one, the second one) because it'll make a lot more sense if you do that.
Kay didn't know what happened from the time she was stooped near the toilet to when she was laying in her bed. The last thing she remember was being by the toilet shouting for him to come in. She opened her eyes and saw light streaming through the window, "what time is it?" She asked, like anyone would answer.
"It's nearly ten." A voice responded from the front of the trailer, Pedro's voice.
She closed her eyes, exhausted, "could you bring me a bottle of water?" She requested.
"There's one on your bedside table, I left it there the last time you woke up and asked for it. How are you feeling?"
"Like shit." She reached for the bottle and took a sip, "I've had food poisoning before, it isn't fun, I was on tour with my brother in 2004 when I got it, so when I was 17. He helped me through it. Which is why... I called you."
"I feel so special." 
"How many times did I wake up?"
"Four, that I counted." He sighed, standing up, he is in a gray sweater and shorts. 
I brush my messy hair back, before sighing, "Look,  I am sorry for calling you and for making you stay up all night, I hope I didn't worry you."
"All I need is a good cup of coffee to get me through my day." He shrugged, sitting on the edge of the bed. 
"I don't think I should drinking coffee."
"Do you think the worst of it has past?"
"Possibly, last time I had it... it lasted for five days, I think."
"And you were only seventeen." He adjusted himself on the edge of the bed, sighing, "do you think you can keep down food or not?"
Kay shook her head, mumbling, "probably not, I'll stick to liquids and sleeping for now."
"Sounds good to me."
"Listen." She scooted closer to him, "you can try to sleep on the couch for now."
"I'm alright, thanks for offering," and so he sat on the couch, opening his book, slipping on his glasses that she didn't realize he had until now.
She laid down and hoped that good dreams would find her.
She laid awake in bed all day, her stomach growling but she knew better than to eat anything she knew she couldn't keep anything down. Deep in her heart she knew, she knew that she should starve herself, to prevent herself from throwing up. 
-
In 2015, Kay was stupid and young, at the bright age of 28, she was dating someone who she now knew was an asshole, but at the time she was young and dumb.
She walked through the streets of Miami, Flordia which was where she was living at the time. Kay knew the streets like she knew this was a dream, the night everything came crashing down. The night her world ended, but why did it feel so real.
She opened her apartment with the key shouting, "Finn! I'm home."
He came rushing down the stairs to greet her, she lived in a two story apartment at the time, that she'd never live in again after the incident, the one that killed her sister, she knew how this would play out, she'd relived it a million times, each time thinking to herself what could I done different.