Bethany punched Fred’s back, pounding her fists as he carried her over his shoulder.

"Put me down, you jerk!" she yelled, her voice cutting through the night.

Fred ignored her protests, his stride purposeful. When they reached his car, he finally set her down, trapping her between his arms, her back pressed firmly against the cool metal of the car.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouted, her chest heaving with rage. "Let me go!"

Fred leaned in closer, his grip unyielding, his eyes bloodshot with fury. "What the hell do you think you’re doing? Who invited you, huh?" His voice was a sharp growl, laced with...