He got into the car and sat in the front passenger seat, and I was glad he didn't bother me.
I started the car and smiled with satisfaction when I heard its engine; in fact, the engine was so quiet you could barely hear it.
I took the road and started to remember the night we had and how he had the knack for ruining everything. At that moment, I felt like throwing up again; these arguments were making me sick, or not. I couldn't remember the last time I had my period, and that started to scare me, especially since we hadn't been careful last night.
I tried to shake this paranoia from my mind and ignored his existence the entire time.
A few seconds later, I arrived home. I didn't turn off the car and got out without looking at him; I just went through the door.
"Hi, sweetheart," Sandra
