Brandy’s POV
I threw up steadily for ten minutes, before I crawled out of the bathroom and dragged myself up to my feet in the kitchen, rinsing my mouth out in the sink. Now I’m curled up on the couch, a blanket pulled over the top of me and a glass of ginger ale sitting on the coffee table in front of me.
The tv is flickering in the corner, the volume turned down as I huddle under my covers. I feel better since I was sick but so lethargic, I’ve never been like this before not even when I had food poisoning that time one of my college ex’s convinced me to order dinner from a dodgy looking food cart after a night out drinking three dollar cocktails that I paid for because he told me that he was worried about gold diggers and women who aren’t, ‘pay their own way and treat their man’ which
