ROSALINE

"Let go of me, you brute!" I yelled breathlessly, engulfed by his strong scent as Gerald carried me out of the bar.

The room still spun like I'd just gotten off a rollercoaster; the only difference was, my life was the rollercoaster this time. Fighting against his grip only made my nausea worse, so I submitted to it, letting him haul me into his car like a thief who'd had the opportunity to rob the Central Bank.

Gerald shoved me into his car. "Sit here, and get a hold of yourself, Rosaline! What are you even doing here!?" He questioned angrily, after which he slammed the door shut and...