5: Part 2

We were in such a horrible situation where I doubted we'd even be able to reach home and she was more concerned about the five inch devils.

"Olivia, shut up. Take those damn heels off."

When she made no effort to take them off, I glared at her. "I'll let go of you. And maybe even leave you here alone. You don't want that, do you?"

We both knew I was not going to do such a thing but it was worth a try.

"Idiot." She murmured as she bent down and took it off and carried it in her hands. If I would have been her, I would have chucked them in a bin.

I saw the red lines on her feet.  "Why do you wear them if they are so painful and uncomfortable?"

"I love them. And I don't have many heels. And they also make me look tall and sexy." She clutched her stomach.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She immediately let go of my hand and ran towards the washroom. I followed her and saw her puking her guts out in the toilet. Ew.

I looked