I'm Sorry but I'm Not Rihanna, and I Don't Like the Way It Hurts!

"Stop the car, I want to get out right now!", I yelled as loud as I could.

The car screeched to a halt at the red light, he ignored me.

"Don't think i won't!"

"Fine then, get out!"

As I was unlocking the door, he said, "You don't have the guts".

"Oh yeah?"

I unlocked the door and I got out of the car. I could feel a billion eyes on me, gawking in surprize and anticipation. This was Saudi Arabia, women don't create scenes and they certainly don't storm out of the car in the middle of one of the busiest roads in the city, on a weekend night!

I got back into the car and slammed the door shut.

"I didn't think so", he said, I wanted to punch that smirk off his face.

"If I created a scene, you would go to jail for it, so maybe I should just do it!"

The traffic light turned green and he started driving.

We didn't say anything. I was glad the music was blaring as loud as it was, silence just makes it all worse. It gives people the chance to voice their thoughts, thoughts better left unspoken.

♫ ...Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
Well that’s alright because I like the way it hurts... ♫


Nothing seemed more idiotic, ironic, and senseless than those lyrics at that moment.

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