Chloe
“Oh goddess, I hate you,” I growled, hunched over the toilet, with Finn holding my hair back while I puked.
“I know,” he said sagely, nodding his head in acquiescence. “You told me this morning, and yesterday, and the day before that, and—”
“Shut the f**k up,” I spat, just before my guts came hurtling out again.
“You would have been better off just leaving it at ‘I know’,” my dad said from the other side of the door. “Trust me, I speak from experience,” he added.
Finn snapped his head towards the door. “With all due respect, sir, don’t you have your own treehouse to sleep in?”
Dad cleared his throat and muttered something that I couldn’t hear over the sound of my puking. I reached my hand back and shooed Finn away. I didn’t want him holding my hair back if he was just going to
