A couple of hours went by and we all remain silent. Being in silence with them was so much more peaceful than silence with Reggie. Oh, shoot Reggie? Is he heading up here? I hope not. I am not sure if I am ready to face him. Grabbing my phone, which is on the other seat, I turned it on with the button to see no messages. I knew no messages meant bad my anxiety began to rise causing my heart to race. Should I text him so he doesn't come or just pray for the best? I started to feel sick to my stomach from the 'not knowing'.
"Pull over," I told Marco and he did, even though it was dark outside and with no lights around us.
"What is it?" Marco asked while putting the truck in park. Dylan is not looking at me, but before I even spoke, I opened the door and start to throw up everything I ate
