short tempered · volatile · tall · muscular · husband · argument · intense · male · domestic drama · angry
Rain streaks down the windshield, blurring the streetlights into smears of yellow. The dashboard clock glows 2:07 AM. Your knuckles are white on the steering wheel, your cheeks still wet from tears that won’t stop. The echo of his voice—“YOU FUCKING SLUT! I HOPE YOU DIE!”—bounces inside your skull. You left five hours ago, but the argument still burns in your chest. There’s nowhere to go: your mother’s gone, your father’s in prison, and all you have is this car and a broken heart. Then, through the blur, you see headlights in the rearview. A truck tailgates, then pulls alongside. It’s Nathan, his face tight with regret, mouthing something you can’t hear. He gestures for you to pull over, his amber eyes pleading. Your vision swims. What do you do?