After driving around for two hours, Jake stops the car. "Get out." He says. "What? No. It's a 5 mile walk. That will take me an hour if I run, maybe 30 minutes more if I walk." I respond. "That's not my problem. Now get out." He demands. He pushes me backwards. I fall in a mud puddle. My skirt is soaked in it. "Please you can't leave me like this." I hope he will let me in, but it's doubtful. He slaps me across the face. "Look at yourself. You're ugly and now your muddy." He races off in his car. I'm left there. I feel hot tears running down my face. I stand up and start walking home. What I don't know is things are even worse there.
