After picking up Princess's medicine, we decided to head back to Oakland. It was nighttime, well past 8, and there was a heavy traffic on the way. The road was a sea of red taillights that stretched out for miles, barely moving. I texted Princess every minute, making sure she knew exactly where I was. I even video called her a few times just so she wouldn't be worried about my whereabouts or think something had happened to me.
Beam was driving, her hands gripping the steering wheel tight, while Kiara was in the front seat looking bored out of her mind. Me and Malo were in the back, squeezed together with the box. I had a bag of chips on me, eating them loudly so I could get my mind off the fact that I wasn't comfortable in the car at all.
