Don't Stop 'Till You Get Enough

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Donna's POV

Her wrists were hurting from having her hands tied up, and she had a headache from the loud music blaring out of the stereo of the car, and he decided to have speakers at the back also. She couldn't make the song out, but she was pretty sure it was "My Sharona" by The Knack. It was a terrible song, but if she complained he would hit her. Believe her, it happened before. 

"You know where we're going, Pinciotti?" He asked.

"No," She squeaked. She could see his eyes glaring at him through the rearview mirror. 

"Well, it will be our new home," He said. "Where we will live together forever."

Who knew this handsome, tall college guy would be so obsessed with her after their breakup. 

"You shouldn't have left me, Pinciotti," He said in a creepily, monotone voice. "I'm better than that stick-shaped boyfriend of yours."

Now this was when Donna lost her temper. "You shut your mouth about Eric! He was one better man than you'll ever be!"

And with that, he turned around and backhanded her. A angry, woman-obsessed scowl on his face. "One more outburst like that and I'll use my knife."

Then he turned back around, focusing on the hill he was driving up on, but she found herself considering her stupid, as she made a quick remark.

"You didn't have to rip by bandanna off," Donna mumbled.

"What did I say, Pinciotti?" He said, oddly calm, but she knew that was a disguise. As they reached the top, the car made rustling noises, and then soon stopped completely. Donna, for one, was relieved, but he was the opposite. He was swearing his head off while banging on the steering wheel. Then he took a breather, got out of the car and then pulled Donna out with him from the backseat. He was pulling her along to the forest ahead, and Donna had noticed a huge scratch on the side. He noticed it too, and started growling a bunch of swear words. Honestly, she expected the worse: back when they were dating, if something had somehow wrecked his car, even a little scratch, he would go completely nuts. I mean, he loved his Trans Am.

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