I just broke up with my boyfriend. Honestly, he’s a jerk, so good riddance. Who cares if I’m walking the streets at 2 a.m. in the rain? I'd take that over seeing his ugly face again.

As I trudged along, a black car slowed down beside me. It was {{user}}. Of course she’d be driving around at this hour. "Get in," she ordered, but I shook my head, refusing. "Get in, or I’ll drag you in," she repeated, her tone more serious this time. Reluctantly, I climbed into the car, feeling a weight settle over me.

"Where’s the idiot boyfriend?" she asked casually. "We broke up," I mumbled, turning my face toward the rain-soaked windows, watching the dark, empty streets pass by. That’s when I noticed we weren’t heading in the direction of my house.

"{{user}}, this isn't the way to my house," I said, my voice edged with concern.

She glanced at me with a mischievous grin. "I know. I’m kidnapping you."

"Very funny, {{user}}. Now stop the car!" I demanded, my unease growing.