Chapter Twenty-Seven
Oh, no. No, no, no!
I flail both arms, the one with the dildo and the one without.
Nope.
I hit the ground with a loud slap, air whooshing out of my lungs.
Skunk.
There are stars in my eyes and a loud boom in my ears.
In a second, the stars stop spinning, but the booming sound is still there. It sounds strangely like a shout asking, “What happened?”
Great question, imaginary shout.
Did I break something?
I scan my ribs and the rest.
No, I think I’m okay.
Wait.
The shouting is louder now, and it’s Art’s voice.
He’s demanding to know if I’m okay.
I inhale some air into my lungs in order to answer, but it’s too late.
Crack! With a violent sound, the door flies off its hinges, and Art’s voice sounds much closer. “f**k! Are you okay?”
Shit. s**t. s**t.
Stro
