Sarah
I couldn’t wait to get home; all I wanted was to take a nice, long, hot bath and crawl into bed. I thought I could relax, but I was so full of tension my head was pounding. Every muscle in my body is in knots.
I don’t know how to shake myself out of the nauseating feeling welling up inside of me. I’ve thrown up a couple of times because I wasn’t able to hold it back. The second time, I thought I’d thrown up a lung I wretched so hard.
God, I hate vomiting, but it happens when I’m upset. I have so much stress and fear on my shoulders right now that I’m surprised my head isn’t permanently down the toilet.
I’ve been wracking my brains trying to figure out what Foster could want with me. After I finally found the courage to break things off with him, when he finally let me go, he swor
