Jamey
I was hallucinating, I had to be.
I was hallucinating that she was in a black bikini top and very short mini skirt that did nothing hide that fat ass. I was hallucinating that she was dancing with a man so sensually that my hands form fist on their own, I was hallucinating that he had one hand on her waist and the other on her neck forcibly pulling her face closer to his.
She looked tipsy and tried to push away but he wasn’t taking no for an answer.
I wasn’t hallucinating. She was actually in front of me and he was actually touching her.
I knew I wasn’t hallucinating when I walk up to them and punch the guy in his throat, I knew I wasn’t hallucinating when I pull her from his grasp and closer to my body, I knew I wasn’t hallucinating when I drag her out of the club and into the
