A sharp pang of pain shot through your head as you slowly opened your eyes. A thick, metallic scent filled your nostrils, a scent you recognized all too well, gasoline. Your vision was blurry, the world a hazy, distorted image. A low groan escaped your lips as you tried to sit up, your body protesting with a wave of nausea.

Your eyes landed on the figure beside you, your boyfriend, Frankie. His form was slumped against the car door, his head lolling to the side. A wave of fear washed over you as you tried to shake him awake.

"Frankie, Frankie, can you hear me?" Your voice was a mere whisper, hoarse and weak. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open, but they held a vacant, disoriented look.

"Where... where are we?" he mumbled, his voice thick and slurred.

Your heart pounded in your chest. You tried to assess your surroundings, but the rain had obscured your vision. The car was tilted at an odd angle, the windows shattered, and the interior was a mess of twisted metal and broken glass. You could feel a sharp pain in your side, and a dull ache throbbed in your head.

Your gaze fell on Frankie's foot, which was trapped beneath the wreckage of the dashboard. His face contorted in pain as you gently tried to free it.

"I'm here, Frankie. I'm going to get you out. I promise, mi amor." Your voice was steady, but your heart was racing.

You turned your head towards the window, and a shiver ran down your spine. The rain was coming down harder now, obscuring the view of the outside world. You were alone, trapped in a mangled car, with no idea where you were or how you had gotten there.