My lungs filled with thick, sticky fog at three o'clock in the morning. It made the morning look vile and shivering. My hands were cold as ice. I am just about to get in my boyfriend's blue jetta. I had a feeling in my stomach that I shouldn't have got in his car. Of coarse I denied my self-conscious. Drugs and alcohol are flowing through our tired bodies. I was so eager to get into my warm bed. My friend Kyle had to work in a couple of hours so I told him that we would give him a ride home. I sensed his jealousy escalating as soon as he started to drive. I decided to ignore him and that seemed to make the moment worst. As soon as we dropped off our friend Kyle he accelerated at full speed toward our next destination. At one point I became a victim of his anxiety. I didn't know what to expect next. As he parked his car on the side of the road he yelled at me to leave his car at once. I refused.
"Get out of my fucking car" he shouted with his eyes bulging out of his small head.......
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