Remnants of the dream returned to me as I remembered how hot and sexy it was and how hard I’d come. There was one more weird thing that I couldn’t explain—there was a small bruise on the side of my neck. I’d assumed I’d done something stupid at the party, or it had happened when I fell a few times, but now I wasn’t so sure.

Peter suddenly grabbed my arm and squeezed hard. “Don’t you fucking ignore me when I’m talking to you.”

“Let go of me,” I said and punched Peter in the face without even thinking about it.

His hands immediately went for his nose as blood trickled down his lips. “You bitch! That’s it. We’re definitely through.”

“Good, I already broke up with you, you narcissistic asshole,” I yelled. I grabbed for the handle to get out, but Peter jammed his foot on the gas. The car’s sudden lurch slammed me back into the seat as the door locked into place.

“Let me out, Peter. I don’t want to go anywhere with you.”

I grabbed the ‘oh shit’ handle as the car flew out of the parking lot. The car revved as it sped up to dangerous speeds.

“What the fuck?” I screamed as we streaked around a bend in the road.

Peter gripped the steering wheel like he was a race car driver, and his face was the epitome of rage. His brows were furrowed, and his lips pulled up like he was snarling. I’d never seen him like this before, and I scrambled with the seatbelt trying to get it back on, but it was locked in place. I jerked on it hard as Peter veered off the main road onto a back road with no lights. I swallowed hard. This wasn’t good, and my mind immediately began to go through all my training on how to get out of this.

“Fuck this shit!” The car squealed as he slammed on the brakes.

I hit the windshield with enough force that I must have looked like a cartoon character. A small scream ripped from my throat as Peter slammed on the gas again and then turned the car onto a gravel road I didn’t know. He floored it again, and I slammed back into the seat. This time rocks from the dirt road sprayed the underside of the car with little pings, and the vehicle fishtailed all over the road. The fact that Peter was so enraged he didn’t notice rocks hitting his car terrified me more than just about anything else.

“Are you fucking crazy? Have you lost your damn mind,” I yelled and was tempted to grab the steering wheel.