My Girlfriend's Mom

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Yellona

"You're beating yourself up about it at least she actually kissed you. Mines won't even look at me without bringing you up. Not in a bad way though." Red said to me shrugging. We were sitting on the outside of his trailer talking about what happened the other night with me and Sabrina, drinking cold minute maid lemonade.

He told me that him and Babe hadn't officially patched things up, but they hadn't broken things off either. Something about space though. She wanted space to think about his actions and that was crazy to me, but it made sense coming from Babe.

"No, I'm stupid that's what I am. You know she didn't even wanna sit in my lap cause she thought it would happen. Then it happened." I said flayling my arms around. We both sighed in unison and looked at each other before I jumped off of the railing and went inside his lil house to throw the already empty can away.

It was... Comfortable to say the least. Besides the fact that it was wall to wall when you first walked in, it actually was spacious. Some trailers I've been to didn't even compare to the breathing space he had. Some you couldn't even stand up straight in. With his height, he was lucky to have headspace.

"Pretty sure she jinxed it. You guys get anything done?" He asked looking back at me from his kitchen while I took a seat in his living room. The kitchen was about 15-20ft away from me with skillets lining the wall. I watched him reach for the fridge in one motion and squinted my eyes in confusion.

I don't know why it felt closer. Maybe it was because I was high as fuck. Wait, did I smoke anything this morning? I'd remember if I did. I wiped the fuzzy feeling out of my eyes and took the minute maid Red offered me as he sat down next to me on the couch.

"Um.. you okay?" He asked me. I nodded, but that feeling of confusion wouldn't leave me alone. I could almost hear my heart beating fast in my ears.

"I wanna go back outside. I-I feel kinda stuffed in here." I said to him as I looked at anything but him. Everything did feel kinda close. Felt like I was having an outer body experience.

"Sure." He said nonchalantly. He got up and left towards the door. I got up and followed, but the moment I got in the hall to the front door, I panicked. "You sure you gonna be fine? You're sweating." He said to me concerned.

"I'm-I. I'm cool. I-" I couldn't even finish my sentence. I had collapsed on the floor at the door. I know I didn't black out. I could see everything, hear everything. I just couldn't move. Well, I could, but lethargically. Every little movement I made was slow. It was like time went on while I sat still and Cole was picking me up back to his couch to sit down.

"Cole, I need help. Take me to the-. I can't, I-" I didn't even know how to describe it, but after a while, I couldn't even feel my hands or my feet. I couldn't even keep my head from falling back on the couch as Cole untied and pulled off my shoes.

"You're fine. I'ma just take off a few things on you and you'll feel better." He assured me before my head moved to the side on it's own. I tried to move it back, to push him away, but everything I did didn't seem to work. The only thing I seemed to be doing more of was breathing hard and sweating.

"Cole what did you give me?" I asked him, my words slurred. I calmed down a bit.

"Just the lemonade. You looked a bit uptight." He chuckled. I didn't find shit he was saying funny in fact, if I could reach his throat right now, I'd choke him to death.

"What the fuck was in the lemonade?" I spat. He shrugged.

"I think the fact that you drunk it made it work slower, but some roofies." He said to me like it was just the norm for him to do. My heart rate dropped.