Racing down the road. Jordan pushed the pedal down to the floor. The needle climbed to 80,85,90 and beyond. The tears blurred her vision. She just didn’t care anymore. What was the point? Everything was all messed up. Some days it seemed to her as if strangers were more considerate than her own family and friends.

The bruises were proof. She did her best to hide them, the ones on her face were too hard to hide. When she walked down the street or the hallway people stared. Everyone knew about how Ethan hit her, it was always the subject of gossip. The pretty, shy girl with an abusive boyfriend, how highschool. Her friends ignored it, her family decided not to care, so why should she?

She pushed the car to go faster. Suddenly she saw headlights through her tears. She was on the wrong side of the road.