I Died on Valentine's Day
My forehead stung, probably because a sharp rock cut into it.
Laughter filled my earpiece, and tears of shame ran down my face as Nicole rubbed her shoe on me.
Eventually, she stopped and pulled out 200 bucks. She tossed it at me with a smirk and said, “Here, take this and buy something nice for your parents. It’s Valentine’s Day after all.”
She walked away and acted as if she had done me a favor.
I felt humiliated. I tossed the money away and struggled to stand up.
Suddenly, someone pointed a bright camera at my face.