I didn’t know he was black-out drunk until the car was in drive. I buckled in and the force of the acceleration pushed my hands into the dashboard. He laughed with a wild and foreign happiness. It was the first time I felt scared for my life.
We arrived at our destination and I started walking home. I shouldn’t have talked to him again, but I did. When I told him my fears, he said I was selfish. I should have been concerned for *him*.
When I ended it, I did it with the clarity of someone who was ready to take the wheel.
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