At the last moment, Dex veered away from the median and slowed the car down to a more reasonable speed. But I was freaked out and all I wanted do was vomit.
“Stop the car! I’m going to be sick! Stop the car!”
Dex cursed at me under his breath, exited the highway and pulled off to the side of the road. I stumbled out and vomited all of the finger foods I had eaten into the grass, not even caring that I had soiled the front of my white blouse. I caught my breath, wiped my mouth against my sleeve and tried to take a deep breath to stop from heaving again.
As soon as the sensation passed, I grabbed my purse from the car and started storming away along the side of the road, the only thought going through my mind was that this entire incident couldn’t be happening.
“Cara! Get the fuck back here! Get in the car!”
Dex jogged up next to me and grabbed my arm.
“Let me go!” I yelled but he wouldn’t let me go and in my heels, I didn’t have much leverage against him.
“Get back in the car…”
I kicked off my heels to regain my balance and managed to wrench my arm free just as a car slowed down and pulled up behind us. An older women rolled her window down, looking alarmed, scared and with her cell at the ready.
“Miss! What’s going on? Do you need us to call the police?” the woman inquired. What looked like her husband sat n the driver’s seat and I could clearly see that his hand was firmly placed on her arm so that she couldn’t think about exiting the car into possible danger.
On the verge of crying, I couldn’t say a word until she looked at Dex and said, “I’m calling 911 and the police!”
The terrified look on Dex’s face jarred him into action. “Ma’am, there is no need for police or 911. We were just having a lover’s spat! Right Cara?” His eyes begged me to agree with him. Getting the police involved wasn’t going to help the situation. I still couldn’t find my words so I shook my head in agreement but she wasn’t satisfied.
“Sorry Miss but if you don’t get in the car and leave with us right now, I will call make those calls. I’m not kidding.”
This old lady was all business so I grabbed my heels and purse from the ground. Refusing to look at him as I slid into the back seat of their vehicle, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But she wasn’t finished with Dex.
“And you? Manhandling a woman like that is assault! I took a photo of your license plate as we pulled up so if I need to, I’m prepared to be give an official statement to the police if I need to. Let’s go!”
As the strangers pulled away from the side of the road, I finally looked at Dex standing and at a loss.
“Miss? Are you sure that you are okay? We can take you to the police station,” were the next words out the woman’s mouth.
“No. I just want to go home.”
The woman undid her seat belt to veer herself around, took a good look at me and then put her seat belt back on.
“Okay, fine. But I hope against hope that I don’t see your pretty face on the news one of these days.”
As I gave them the coordinates to my condo, I felt my cell vibrate and already knew who it was.
I’m drunk. I’m sorry. If you hadn’t spent all that time talking to that guy, I wouldn’t have gotten jealous. I’m sorry.
I reread his text a few times before texting him back – I don’t care.
I love you! I was mad. It won’t happen again!
The need to vomit came over me again but I had to hold out being in this stranger’s car.
I texted back – Leave me alone.
But I’ll never be able to do that. I love you too much to do it again Cara.
Was I crazy enough to believe him?
I think you know the answer to my question…
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