14

Two hours before his death, we were arguing, still in the strip club. Almost an hour ago, he caught me spying on him. Now, we were halfway through our argument.

"No! Hell no! It's not that! It's the fact that you were spying on me-"

"For a good reason, asshole. And how dare you make me feel like the villain here. You're not the fucking victim!"

He paused for a second. The lights turned purple. Guns & Roses played in the background. The people became reckless.

"You're right. I'm not the victim." He breathed in. "But neither are you."

I almost slapped him.

"Excuse-"

"You know it's true. You already ruined my life and I ruined yours. Get over yourself."

He left my sight and headed for the exit. I followed him, running.

The air rushed through my body as soon as I stepped outside.

"So you're just going to leave me here?" I screamed over the wind.

"Didn't you bring your own car? Didn't I buy you one?"

"Fuck you. I'm going with you."

I wanted to confront him even further; I wanted to scream at him while he was driving. He knows he'll get distracted if he talks back and hit a random truck. So this is my chance to argue without interruptions.

We both entered the car simultaneously and the sound of the car starting roared as I took a small breath in.