“Ali?”
“Mmm”
“Alison?”
“I need you to wake up.”
Go away I try and say.
I’m too exhausted to have you near me.
“We’re home,” he says and he tried to get me out of the passenger car but I felt so incredibly heavy.
“Whose home?”
“Our home, Ali.”
“Nope, I’m not going in.” With every bit on strength I had left in me, I resist him and push away from him. I’m not going inside there where you f****d that girl.
“I didn’t f**k her,” he responds.
“Stop reading my mind,” I say.
“You said that out loud, Ali.”
“Did I?” I ask, still pushing him away.
“You did,” he says. I squint my eyes at him, and he is crouch on the floor next to the open passenger door.
“f**k,” I say and hear him laugh.
“Stop laughing at me,” I say.
“I’m not laughing at you,” he says. “Let’s get inside,” he
