Chapter 11. Sweets

“Can you just walk right?” I asked her, snarling.

She shook her head. “No… it hurts.”

I rolled my eyes. Clinton turned to me.

“Baby I’ll just take her outside.”

“What?!” I hissed annoyingly.

“I didn’t bring my car. Please take me,” said Berna who still clings to Clinton.

Clinton seems so worried.

“Okay.” he sighed. “We’ll deliver you.”

I exploded in anger. “What? Why do we have to take her home? She’s not a child anymore! She’s even older than me!” I rant.

Berna’s cheek immediately turned red.

“Nicole, tone down your voice. You’re making a scene!” Clinton scolded me.

So always? He always defends Berna!

“Me? Still me?” I pointed to myself.” I am not the one who is making a scene here! She makes herself twitch there to grab attention! It’s our date, Clinton! She ruined it!”

And it is my fucking birthday!

Clinton gasped and close his eyes.

“It really hurts.” and now Berna’s crying.

“Okay, I’