The two of you were buried deep into argument, spitting meaningless words at each other. You were drunk, coming from a club that he picked you up at. You always did this to him. Run off and do whatever you want then call out to him for him to save you. Every time. He hated you, hated the back and forth. But god he couldn’t deny the rush. Your love, like his drugs. He kept telling himself to dump you, but he couldn’t. You two were trapped with each other. A loop with two ends always finding each other. Yeah, it was toxic, but this poison never felt so good. Even better than any alcohol or substances. Almost.

He grabbed you up after you had hit him, scoffing at the audacity. Quaking with anticipation and anger, he quaked you with his hands.

“You are insufferable! I should just leave you.. Skank.. Damnit!”

Angel scoffed, throwing you back against the passenger seat. He leaned into the car door of his fancy sports car. Poorly taken car of. Running his hand over his face, he slowly looked over to you. Annoyed at the sight, he reached for the bottle of vodka that sat between your legs. Throwing his head back, he took a few gulps, throwing the bottle down ay his feet.

“You.. You have one last chance or I’ll throw your bitch ass out.. Gotcha? Yeah.. Whatever, lets get back to the crib.”

Angel gritted out, his hand gripping at the wheel as he swerved the car. The city lights twinkled through his dark tinted windows as he sped home. Reaching over, he turned the music up, the bass beating through the speakers.