my seven for your three.

the crash. (oblivion)

Bianca sighed loudly from the backseat, the tension between the girls making the air feel thicker with each mile. "I still don't think this is the best idea," she muttered, crossing her arms. "What if we're rushing into something we can't handle?"

Lainey didn't even turn her head, her gaze fixed out the window. "What the hell are you talking about, Bianca? We've been talking about this for weeks. Now you're getting cold feet?"

Bianca bristled, sitting up straighter in her seat. "I'm not getting cold feet, I just think... I don't know, maybe we should've planned this better. What's our endgame here? What if confronting Eleanor doesn't give us the answers we need?"

Lainey scoffed. "Oh, please. We're not looking for answers. We're looking for closure. There's a difference."

"Closure? By starting more fights?" Bianca snapped. "Lainey, I get that you need to deal with your past, but that doesn't mean we need to bulldoze through everything."

May's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "Can we not do this right now?" she asked, her voice strained. She could feel the tension radiating from both of them, making it harder to concentrate.

"No, let her fucking talk," Lainey shot back, finally turning to glare at Bianca. "You've been biting your tongue this whole time, and now that we're actually on the road, you decide to freak out? How typical."

"I'm not freaking out!" Bianca shouted, leaning forward between the front seats. "I just think maybe we should be careful. You're always so eager to dive headfirst into everything without thinking it through."

Lainey snorted. "Thinking it through is what got us in this mess in the first place. I'm done thinking. We're done waiting."

"You say that like this is some noble quest for revenge or whatever," Bianca countered, her voice rising. "But it's not. We're hurt. We're messed up. And you acting like this is some clear-cut solution is insane."

"Insane?" Lainey's voice dripped with anger. "I'm insane because I want to stop pretending everything's fine? We're going to fix this, one way or another."

Bianca's frustration boiled over. "Fix this? Or make it worse? Because honestly, it feels like you're dragging us all into something that could blow up in our faces!"

"Dragging you into something?" Lainey spat. "You've been running away from your own problems since day one. Don't act like you're some innocent bystander in this, Bianca."

"Guys—" May interjected, her voice shaking slightly as she tried to calm them down. But the argument continued to spiral out of control.

"And what about you?" Bianca challenged Lainey, ignoring May's attempt to mediate. "You think confronting Eleanor is going to magically solve everything? She's not some villain you can defeat, Lainey. She's a messed-up person like the rest of us."

"At least I'm doing something about it!" Lainey shouted. "What are you doing? Sitting back and judging while the rest of us have to face the consequences?"

"Maybe because I don't want to make the same mistakes we did before!" Bianca fired back. "Maybe because I don't think this is the right way to deal with it."

"Yeah? Well, maybe you should've said something sooner instead of waiting until we're halfway there!" Lainey yelled, her voice shrill with frustration.

May's heart pounded in her chest as their voices grew louder, the argument pushing her focus to the limit. The car began to drift slightly, but none of them noticed.

"I did say something, but you never fucking listen!" Bianca shouted. "You think you're the only one hurting, Lainey? We're all broken! You don't get to play the damn martyr here."