18 Vomit

She didn’t open the car to step down and instead remained seated. When Vladimir noticed that she was still sitting in the car, he opened the door for her. “Take me back.” She said. Anywhere was better with this man. She would gladly spend the night with Olivia in her house. He brought his hand forward to get hold of her but she moved away from him. “What are you talking about?” he asked. “You brought me to your home.” She shook her head. “I don’t want to be here. Take me to the address I gave you.” “I will do that by tomorrow morning but first I need to make sure you are alright.” He said. “Stop acting like you care.” She rolled her eyes. “Take me back or I won’t step out of this car.” When he tried to bring his hand closer, she moved again. “Don’t come any closer to me.” She warned him. She swallowed hard, feeling the intense fear beginning to crawl inside her again. She clenched her hands trying to calm herself down from the nervousness she was feeling. “For someone who drank