The Worst five years of my life

Andre had set me up.

Bradley appeared from the shadows between the two buildings, pushing Andre out of the way. Andre tried to speak, as Bradley told him to shut up and he forced me into the passenger seat. 

As he drove away, yelling and screaming, “Are you sleeping with him? He was hitting his fist on the roof of the car.

I begin to feel a panic in my chest. I started crying and he kept yelling and screaming, driving wildly. All these thoughts began to flood my mind as I started thinking of ways to escape this. Could I jump out of the car? No, it was moving. Could I fight him if it came to that? I do not know. As he was driving and yelling, his words became deafening and running together. I stopped answering him. I was so overwhelmed because I felt trapped.