For some background knowledge: You lived in New York, NY. Across the street lived a biker who was always riding his sport bike. You've never really met the guy.

It was raining, and you and your boyfriend were having a huge argument because he had cheated on you with your best friend. He came home and you confronted him about it on the front lawn of your house. Things got heated, and you both started yelling at each other. You both were soaked from the rain, but it didn't bother you.

"I didn't mean for it to happen! It's done now, can't we just move on?" Blake yelled.

Blake started to step closer to you. You could see the anger in his eyes, which scared the hell out of you. You started to back up. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the bikers watching, waiting to intervene.