Page 75 of Zoinks! Nice Pack, Bro

Just breathe.

“They have her name on them. Did you know?” Someone’s voice breaks through and I feel a hand on my arm.

Jerking away I scream, so loud that everyone steps away from me and I feel the weight of their stares. The way they’re looking at me like they can finally see that I’m not good enough. I’m broken and not worth their time.

“Hey Princess, can you look at me?” My eyes are closed, my palms in my eyes as I try to think of ways to calm down.

Wash my hands with cold water. Take a cold shower. Go outside in the cold. Hear, see, feel three things. Breathe in and out.

I’m not worth their time.

Remember what happened last time someone said that they loved me?

No.

Please.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I’m leaving.” I’m pushing myself up, my legs wobbling like a baby deer as I take a shaking breath in. When did my lungs get so small?

The world is spinning, dizziness hitting me so hard as I try to get myself out of it. Needing to get myself the hell out of this.

I’ll order an Uber. I’ll wash my hands. I’ll-

Pushing past where Ant is standing I barely make it to the toilet. Hunched over, the wave of nausea surges through me, my mouth going hot as I throw up. My knees hit the tile floor, legs having given up on holding me as I throw my arm out to catch myself on the toilet so I don’t knock myself out.

My head rolls to the side as gentle hands pull my hair back, a curse so soft as Cameron takes the hair tie from his wrist to put it in a loose bun. He does a terrible job but it makes it so I won’t throw up in it. And he takes his hands off me so quickly, so I don’t feel like he’s crowding me.

I appreciate that he can read my cues.

Now that I know my pill isn’t going to kick in I have to just make it through this.

Which means I’m trapped.

Which sends me dry heaving over the toilet until bile burns my throat and makes its way up. I’m coughing and gagging as someone flushes the toilet. A cool cloth on my head as I’m pulled back. My head on a lap.

“Can I rub your head?” Jace asks but I shake my head. I’m barely holding on laying in his lap. The idea of someone touching me makes me want to throw up again.

My eyes squeeze closed at the nausea rising up.

I should have Irish good-byed. I could be home already. But instead I’m on the bathroom floor, my mouth tastes like puke, and my body is sending out an SOS signal that has me shaking uncontrollably.

What a way to spend a Saturday night.

“Sadie love.” My eyes open as I look at Cameron.

He is holding out mouthwash and a bottle of water. Pushing off Jace I take them both, standing up and brushing my teeth before taking a trembling sip of water.

It’s so quiet in the bathroom as I clean myself up, my body shaking as I try to take in deep breaths but failing.

Frick.

They think I’m a crazy omega. Broken. Not good enough for a pack.

“We need to talk.” Paxton’s voice makes me close my eyes, gripping the sink as I think about how everything is about to end before it even starts, “Do you want to talk in your room or downstairs, princess?” The use of my nickname makes me turn, looking as he watches me.

He doesn’t seem mad but there is concern on his face.

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