He then ran out of the house and into his car. By the time I got up to watch him, his car was out of sight. "Where is he going?!" I thought. Then the idea hit me like a frying pan on the head. He's going to Ben's. I mean, he knows where it is. He was my getaway car when I broke up with Ben. He's obviously going to Ben's. But why? What is he going to do? Nothing stupid I hope. I decided to violate my own restraining order, so I ran to my own car, and started it up as fast as possible. I left Justin's house, cruising to Ben's. Then I realized I had left Justin's front door open! I began to drive back hurriedly.
*Justin's Point Of View*
"That asshole Ben has hurt my girl too many times. I'm going to fix this," I thought to myself as I drove to his house, "It's time to teach this kid a lesson." I looked at the speedometer and saw that it was way higher than the speed limit, but right now, I don't care. Finally. I'm here. I creeped my car up to the douche bag's house. I then got out, slamming my door shut probably a little too hard. I checked the driveway for cars, not wanting either of his parents home. The driveway was empty; except for Ben's ugly ride. Perfect. I remember that YN said their garage was too full of junk to park their cars in. He was the only one home. I walked up to the front door. I was so mad it felt like my footsteps were leaving black, burn-marks in his path to the front door. I rang the doorbell. Soon, the faggot opened his door and looked at me. We had never really talked that much before I met YN, but when I met her I had talked to him a lot, and it never went well. So when he saw me, his face turned furious and he plainly said, "What." I couldn't help myself, so I didn't waste any time. I did what I had come to do.
