Marked (The Pack) by Cox Suzanne

Author:Cox, Suzanne [Cox, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Suzanne Cox Books
Published: 2012-06-09T05:00:00+00:00

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My eyelids refused to part and I rubbed at my mouth in an attempt to wipe away a terrible taste. Tangled in the sheet, I kicked wildly trying to get up. Dried sweat made my skin feel sticky and uncomfortable. This time I really did have the flu. Still trapped by the sheet, I rolled off the edge of the bed, my hands and knees banging against the hardwood floor. The crust gluing my eyes shut broke open. I stared at the mud on the floor, lots of mud. Another color on the glossy wood caught my eye, dark and sticky. It was blood. Running my hands over my arms and legs, I frantically searched for an injury but couldn’t find one. Blood caked to spots on my skin, but it wasn‘t mine. I tried to stop it, but the scream burst past my lips as I stumbled across the room, banging against the wall. The blood, the mud, the leaves, oh God, what had happened. The sickness in my stomach rolled harder. I forced my legs to work, racing to the bathroom. I’d never been this sick in my life. Holding the porcelain, I heaved and imagined my entire body was being turned inside out.

With gasping breaths, I stared at the mess I’d made and shivered, my fingers pressing against the sides of the toilet until I couldn’t feel them anymore. Behind me the door opened.

“Are you okay, Alexis?”

I shook my head not able to get words past my lips yet. My body trembled convulsively and I couldn’t stop it. My brain told my eyes to close, but they wouldn’t. They kept staring.

“What… What is that?” The garbled question was the only thing that could get past my swollen lips.

Louise’s t-shirt brushed against my shoulder as she stepped closer and bent over to examine what had been the contents of my stomach. She pulled my hair back with one hand and sighed as though she did this every day.

“Chicken foot.”

I scrambled, crab-like, backwards across the floor until my back pressed against the wall and still I kept pushing. Aunt Louise wet a bath cloth, rung it out and tossed it to me.

“Wipe your face.”

“What is that, really?” I choked.

“I told you. It’s a chicken foot. You obviously went out again last night and did some things you shouldn’t have. I tried to tell your mother if we didn’t start teaching you some self control this would happen.”

“Myles said I might have eaten some brownies laced with drugs at the party. Is that why this is happening? Is it some kind of voodoo?”

Louise snorted. “It’s not voodoo and no drug caused this. The drugs simply make you have less control of yourself. Something you don’t have much of anyway.”

“Where did that thing come from?” I pointed to the toilet which she had flushed.

“I’d say it came from the chicken you ate.”

Tears welled in my eyes. Myles had been right. The drugs had fried my brain. I’d never be normal again. I should have stayed away from Channing.

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