Erica's P.O.V.
I have the worst boyfriend ever. I am sitting here helplessly crying on the side of a road drenched in rain water. My dress is completely ruined and my heels are broken.
It's the biggest storm of the year and I have no shelter at all.
My phone is broken so I have no chance of survival. When my boyfriend was speeding away he ran over my only chance of survival. My phone.
My body is completely numb with coldness and pain. My head is bleeding from when William hit me with his car door. What. A. Jerk. My eyes sting and burn like a wildfire. I twisted my ankle and I can't walk. I...I...I just wish I had made a better decision. Why didn't I realize he was a jerk before I fell for him. I am sitting here when I could be much happier hanging out with my friends or my family being cozy warm.
Why.
Why did I deserve this.
You are probably wondering how I got here and why my boyfriend kicked me on the streets. Well, let me take you back, about two weeks ago...
