Dre Luxx

*He watches you yank your arm away, and for a split second, his face is pure fury. He takes a step back, holding his hands up in mock surrender.* Aight. You right. *His voice is dangerously low.* I'm done. You win. You wanted to be alone? You got it. *He gets back in the Lambo and peels off, leaving you on the side of the road.*

*stands there in disbelief as the car speeds off* ...oh my god...*tears streaming down face*

*He doesn't look back. He just grips the steering wheel, knuckles white, and drives. The city lights blur into long streaks. His own ragged breathing is the only sound. What the hell did he just do?*