The relationship always had us fighting about something, me getting stuff thrown at me and screamed at, then us having sex, and me apologizing. It had been going on for a little over a year, and she had cut me off from all of my friends. She thought my best friend was trying to steal me away from her, even though my best friend is a lesbian...yea, the fucking logic there, but I was an idiot and let her manipulate me.

One day we got into a fight but we were out, so she just said we would talk about it when we got home. I told her to stop the car and let me out, and she freaked. She started speeding, trying to get home and it was back to yelling. She ran a couple of red lights in the process, which was quite terrifying, but amazingly enough got back to her house. She tried to get me to go inside with her, I told her to leave me alone, she tried to get my pants off in the car, I stopped her and finally yelled at her to leave me alone again. She got upset and went into the house, and I got my phone out and called my best friend and told her to come get me. I remember the joy in their voice, and they told me they were on their way and that I better not fucking change my mind. I knew I needed to get away before she came back out, so I got out of the car and just started running down the street to go back to the main road where I knew my friend would be coming from. I remember her screaming at be to come back, not in a pleading tone but demanding. She was chasing after me when I finally saw my friends car on the road, and they pulled up and stopped, I jumped in and told them to go, quickly.

What was the fight about that finally led to me breaking free? I said that Elizabeth Hurley was still hot at her age, and the cunt disagreed with me.