Chapter 143

Isabella Martini - POV

I heard a loud thud behind me, and a few seconds later, I felt Arlo's hand around my shoulder while the other was holding my hair away from my face. Tears were flowing down my cheeks while frustration built up within me. 

I was done puking. I hated the aftertaste of vomit and how it made me feel nauseous even after I emptied my guts out. "You are fine, Bella." I heard Arlo say as I felt his hand rub gentle circles around my back. 

"Couldn't you have opened it elsewhere!" I yelled at him as I shook my head. My emotions were a mess right now. I was feeling angry, sad, and disgusted all at the same time. 

"Still feeling nauseous?" Arlo asked me, completely ignoring my outburst. I nodded my head as I straightened my back and looked down at the mess I had made on the grass.