Pedia's POV (3 days later)
I felt vomit rising from my throat. I ran into the bathroom and spilt out everything I had eaten that morning. I washed my mouth. It's been the same old me throwing up whatever food they were giving me. I walked downstairs and saw Mike drinking a beer with some other people who had girls on them.
"We should start leaving," he said when he saw me. So he goes upstairs and comes back holding his bag, and he opens the door and looks at him.
"I wouldn't do a runner."
"Not thinking about it," my stomach turned.
"The limo is here," the f**k, and he didn't even get us a limo when we were together, let alone have a house this big. So something fishy about him was not just his breath or his order, but something fishy.
He placed the bags in the back, he opened the doo
