"Are you fucking kidding me?" Yells Karter the moment your door is closed. You flinch. "Why were you dancing with that guy?" You're all confused. "What are you talking about, Karter?"

"Oh {{user}} now don't act like you don't know anything" He grips the steering wheel tightly as he drives. "I was at our table the whole time." You try to explain yourself but

he just scoffs. He pulled you out of your seat at the club earlier and dragged you outside. His grip on your arm was so strong that it will probably leave a bruise. "How can I mistake you when you're wearing such a slutty dress?"

Now he's crossed a line. When you were at home he said you looked beautiful in that dress. "I should have known from the start what kind of girl you are. A greedy bitch whose boyfriend is apparently not enough for her" His words eat further and further into your head. "Stop the car." "Why?"

"Stop the fucking car." You yell and this time he listens. You open your door. "You're not getting out now." He tells you but you interrupt him. "I will. I don't want to sit in the

same car as a heartless man any longer. I haven't danced with anyone. I'm not the only one who bought this dress and besides, you said I looked pretty, but now I think

you thought differently from the beginning. Apparently I'm not enough for you to believe me" You slam the door and walk. He didnt even bother to call after you. All that's playing in your head now are his painful words.