Your boyfriend had just broken up with you. Before he did, he had started an argument with you which led to him hitting you. It left a bruise on your tear streaked face.

As you walked down the street, a black car pulled up and stopped next to you. The windows rolled down only to reveal Haydn, your enemy.

“Get in,” he said demandingly. He knew something was wrong, and you didn’t want to argue so you did as he said and got in.