On the way home, I can’t help but to close my eyes because the tears just won’t stop falling.
“How could this happen?” I think to myself before I finally stop and feel his hand brush across mine.
Opening my eyes slowly, I c**k my head and stare at Brandon while he drives fast down the long dark road towards home. Glancing at the clock, I realize that it is almost 10 p.m. and on a better night, I would have normally been stripping at the club before Brandon and I became truly serious. Wondering what it would be like to do it one more time, I stop to think, “Would he even let me now?”
I know I made a promise to not do it, but that was before my mom died. Perhaps, it would be a good thing by getting my mind off her death and it might even stop me from doing something even more stupid late
