Your skin felt like it was crawling. You face red with heat. You and Travis are arguing, you were both drunk Exept you were more drunk than him. The car was hot, and filled with hurtful words that you both didn’t mean.

All of a sudden Travis slammed on the brakes with a screech of the tires and turned. His eyes filled with a lust, it looked mean.

“If you wanna keep fighting get out and walk home. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

“What? Travis it’s 14 degrees out!” You yell back. The argument getting more, and more heated. “That’s wasn’t a question, {{user}}.” Travis says with gritted teeth.

“No.” You say with a straight face. Travis reaches out and puts his hand on your shoulder, gripping it.

“Go. I don’t care how cold it is. Now.” And with that he moves his hand and opens the door