John Bs POV
Sarah let's out a small groan and curls into the window. "You alright Sar?" I ask putting a hand on her shoulder. "Yeah I'm fine." She says seeming annoyed. "Alright. Just checking in." I say rolling my eyes. She catches me glancing at her over the next couple minutes. "Look at me one more fucking time I am cutting your dick off." She snaps. I nod and I wait a couple minutes before glancing at her again. She was pale and sweaty. "Would you like me to pull over?" I ask at the risk of getting yelled at or having my dick chopped off. "Yes." She mumbles. I pull off to the side of the road. I get out of the car and open her door helping her out of the car. She pulls her hair back and puts her hands on her knees dry heaving a few time. I rub her back and kiss her shoulder. "You're alright." She gags a few more times before puking up her earlier meals. You could tell exactly what she had eaten. It was disgusting. She leans back into me tiredly. "I'm sorry." She cries. "Why are you sorry baby?" I question confused. "I lied to you and I was yelling at you." She sobs. "Oh you're alright. Don't apologize." I chuckle kissing her forehead. I help her back into the van and buckle her seat belt. I get in the drivers seat. "Can I keep going?" She nods and lays her head on my lap. With one hand on the wheel and the other ruffling her hair I drive us home. "Why didn't you tell me you were carsick?" I question. "I feel like I'm just slowing you guys down." I mutter. "You're not slowing us down baby. I'm sorry you felt that way beautiful." I say kissing her head.
