Gia's POV
Since we got back home five days ago, Dominic hasn't let me do a a single thing. The entire house is on lockdown, for me at least. He stocked up the house with every meal he could think of as if we were preparing for a natural disaster or for the world to end.
He barely let's me even stand up from bed as if I would break if just watched TV. It was nice at first, he was carrying me everywhere saying sweet things. Buying me food even though I couldn't keep it down but now I am so close to stabbing his eyes with a fork. But I will do that after.
I launched everything in me into the toilet, the sound of me throwing up filled the bathroom. Dominic was behind me, my hair in his hands and his hand running smooth pattern on my back down.
"You are doing good, I am so sorry" he said from above me as I launched more into the bowl. I haven't even eaten anything yet how come I have so much to remove.
