He started the car and it moved with ease, flying on the road, going at high speed which increased my motion sickness, I wanted to call him to stop the car but I couldn't take my hands off my fear as I gripped for my dear life.
I almost blacked out when he finally turned to see me.
''Oh, s**t!'' He said finally pulling to a stop.
I didn't wait a second as I threw open the doors and bent down to puke.
He came closer and held me as I puked even more and gave me water to drink which I took greedily.
''I'm sorry, baby I was so caught up in my imagination that I forgot to check on you, I'm so sorry Why you didn't say anything about your hate car?'' He asked his voice filled with worry.
''It's ok, I'm fine, I don't hate cars I usually control myself but the speed kind of caught me off guar
