Viola

Eventually, after a long period of crying and pleading with him to drive me back home, he agreed, but only after yelling at me for an inordinate amount of time.

I guess I was lucky because he didn't force me to get dressed or anything, but eventually his eyes softened and he put on his pants and asked me to put on my clothes.

I couldn't say anything when he stopped by a shopping mall on our way, and I couldn't be bothered to ask or even look to see where he had disappeared to.

I stayed glued to my passenger seat, wiping away my tears so that my...