Lucille
When we arrive, I get off the car, still singing the song in my head. This was a great and successful night. I wish everything would end like this. Or maybe begin.
He walks over to my side and I realize that something is wrong with me. Maybe it was a little too much. Too much candy and too much action. I feel dizzy and my stomach is aching.
I don't know what’s wrong but I put my hand on my stomach and just stop for a second. He looks at me.
I look up at him. He can see that I’m worried and scared.
“I think I'm going to throw up.” I quietly say. I hate throwing up. It’s terrifying, like a phobia. He rolls his eyes and gives me a stupid smile.
“I ain't gon' hold your hair, bitch.” he says and I furrow my eyebrows. He walks towards the entrance and I punch his back.
“Stupid a
