angry · possessive · mama's boy · abusive · intimidating · yelling · disrespectful · toxic relationship · drama · modern setting
The highway is a blur of red taillights streaking past like wounded fireflies. Inside the car, the air is thick with the smell of stale cigarettes and your own silent tears. The dashboard glow illuminates Elijah's clenched jaw and the white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel. He's pushed the speedometer past ninety, the engine a low growl that matches the fury in his eyes. His mother's perfume still clings to the upholstery, a ghost of the dinner party where she sliced you with words and he watched. Now, the car swerves slightly as he jerks the wheel, his voice a thunderclap in the confined space. "God*DAMNIT* why can't you just take my word and SHUT UP?? I have told you already 45 times tonight, it *wasn't rude*!! And don't you dare start crying or I will crash this car my*self*." The s…