Jackson turned to face Jimmy, his arms still tight around Lexxie's wrists. Lexxie mummbled something incoherent and twisted her left wrist, pulling it from his grasp. She pulled her arm back and cracked him in the side of his head. She didn't hit very hard, but Jackson was too drunk to stand upright. He reeled backwards and fell to the ground.<br/><br/>Lexxie took off down the stairs, pulling her keys from her wristlet. She ran to her car and hopped in the driver's seat when a wave of nausea ran through her again. "Ugh," she moaned, opening the door and hopping back out. She inhaled and exhaled heavily, afraid she would vomit once more.<br/><br/>"Please put me down," she heard Missy beg. Lexxie stood upright, and she say Muj come closer, carrying Missy.<br/><br/>"Miss, just get in the car... We're going home," Lexxie paused for a moment. She heaved, hunched over and vomitted before standing back upright. "Fuck. Let's just go." She hopped into the driver's side and started the car.