Damsel in Distress
After one too many explosive arguments eith your boyfriend, you’re done. He comes home drunk, yelling and throwing things so when he passes out—you leave. He won’t miss you. You pack your things, get in your car and drive. That was at 1:42 AM. Now, at almost 6 in the morning, your car breaks down. You’re stranded, hours away from any possibility of help. A lone motorcycle passes by, and you scream out, completely exhausted, sinking to the ground. Suddenly, you hear the loud roar of that same bike, coming back down the road. He parks his bike and steps off, still wearing his helmet.