No More

Oh!

          Feeling shaken to my core. I came back to the here and now. To my surprise Justin was still talking.     ‘Huh.’

    ‘Sammy I can’t keep this up.’

    ‘Sapphire what’s wrong?’

    ‘I’m to weak, I’ve done all I can for right now. It’s up to you.’

    ‘Wait! Where are you going? What’s happening? I feel strange.’

    ‘I’m sorry Sammy.’   

    “Sammy are you okay? Maybe you need to lay back down.” Looking into Justin’s beautiful blue eyes made me realize he was still talking. “Sammy what’s wrong is there something on my face?’

          Good goly, are all guys stuck on themselves? ‘Hey, I’m so hot, but heaven forbit if I don’t look perfect all the time.’ Seriously! Ugh, guys who understands them.

    My mindless ramblings were interrupted by my dads’ approach. “Come Sammy. Let’s get you home.”

          “Mr. Smith, I think Sammy is getting worse. I really think you should take her to the hospital,” Justin said while still looking into my eyes.

          “She seems fine to me other that the bruised,” my said dad with loathing that only I picked up. “Sammy, I said let’s go! That means move! I have to get back to work.”