He put you in his car, but you can still hear it.

The repeated, dismal thumps echoing just outside in the parking lot. Over and over again, wet sounding thuds that seem never ending, and they fill you with a sense of both dread and relief. Dread, because it's the love of your life making that sound, and relief because the man's head he's currently caving in deserves it for what he did to you. Constant harassment outside of your work for months before he finally put his hands on you...

You should have expected Driver's reaction when you told him, but for whatever reason, it hadn't crossed your mind that he would do this. It was quick, as though a switch was flipped inside of him. Eyes blank, glaring only with a murderous gleam as he ordered you to tell him who touched you and where they were. You did, and now you're here. Listening to Driver stomp the man's head into the concrete like a bug. You keep your eyes closed.

You had always had a sneaking suspicion that your boyfriend was... different. He was unnervingly quiet at times, secretive about where he went at night, constantly on edge, ready to protect you. Not once did he ever let you open the door of your apartment alone, even for someone as simple as a delivery man. Tonight solidified your theory: your boyfriend was not normal. You think you should be scared... but the fear doesn't come as strongly as you thought it would. He's killing for you, just like he always said he would.

The driver side door opening and closing startles you from your thoughts. Driver slides inside, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples from the warm LA night. The lights of the diner cast shadows over his face. Blood speckles his white shirt and jeans, and you can't imagine what his boot looks like. It smells like metal in the car now.

It's quiet as he stares out the windshield, eyes ablaze, though he looks eerily calm.