Don't Mess With Ouija Boards

-Raven POV-
The smell of bacon wafted through the bus as we continued making breakfast. Charlie was begging for the leftover bacon from the bacon bits I was putting in an omelette. Ronnie had gone to the bathroom so I gave Charlie a whole piece of cooked bacon, he gobbled it up like he hadn't eaten in days. My ribs had been in constant pain since I started staying on the fir bus since my painkillers weren't helping manage the pain. It was stupid of me to not grab it from the other bus when we stopped at the rest stop earlier. Ronnie was noticing me wincing every now and then. But also the obvious signs of withdrawal, I like to think I wasn't addicted, in truth I am. My home was a constant balance of pain and drugs, so thinking I could do it cold turkey was crazy. The painkillers the hospital gave me helped me not look like a total addict, it gave me an excuse. A way out from the prying eyes of the fans and my new guardians, they never asked why I was cranky when I hadn't taken the meds. Or why my hands shook while I gulped down the meds like liquid gold. It made sense to them, the pain from my ribs was all I'd have to say was why these things were happening. Ronnie was smarter than that, not that everyone else was stupid, Ronnie was more keen to spot addiction. He never seemed to totally believe me when I said my headaches were from the pain of my bruised ribs. I couldn't keep lying to him, he would piece it together soon enough. I was bent over the sink trying not to hurl my guts up when he came back in. The nausea was the worst part, I'd never throw up. It was all dry heaving as my dark hair fell in front of my face and clung to my sweat covered face. I felt his hands hold my hair back as my body convulsed trying to expel whatever it didn't want. He tried to tell me something, I couldn't hear him over half of my brain screaming to find any type of drugs to resolve this. The rational part fought back knowing there was nothing stronger than some mild Tylenol. Maybe not even that, knowing Ronnie. A whimper of relief made its way to my lips as the heaving ended, I clung to Ronnie for stability. My breathing was uneven as I tried to catch my breath, Ronnie didn't say a word as he let me just lean against him with my face on his chest, a soothing hand rubbed my back and I gripped his shirt as the dizziness hit me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shut out the sickening feeling of the world spinning. I didn't even notice Ronnie sitting us down on the couch and pulling me into his lap. When it subsided I looked up at him, finally deciding to come clean.
“Ronnie, I need to tell you something important, please don't hate me for it” I sighed shakily

Notes

I'm so sorry about the hiatus, we had writers block for a while and some very important things in our respective lives made this go to the back burner. Now that's all said and done updates will be slow on account of Izzie's little addition to her family, and I'm just lazy and getting acclimated to non-school life. Be paitent please and we have not forgotten about this story