"Remember?"
I pause.
"You told me that what’s mine is yours, and what’s yours is mine. In other words, this beauty here is mine too."
He doesn’t say anything, looking surprised by my words, making an "O" with his mouth.
"Now stop being a fool and give me those keys."
I say, taking the keys from his hands and getting into our car.
He gets in the car and sits in the passenger seat, thankfully not bothering me.
I start the car and smile with satisfaction when I hear the engine. Actually, it was so quiet, you could hardly hear it.
I hit the road and start to think about the night we had and how he has the talent to ruin everything. At that moment, I feel like throwing up again. These arguments were taking a toll on me—or maybe not. I can’t remember the last time I had my period, and th
