"You into some weird shit or something? Is she your ex-girlfriend? Are you stalking this chick? What kind of freak are you?" His mouth keeps moving as he lies in the trunk. "This kind of freak. The kind that'll stab you until your fucking insides are falling out." I stab at his stomach over and over. Blood splashes up onto my face. "Now look at what you made me do. Fucksake, I have blood on my face. Lucky for me I always carry a clean cloth in my pocket in case of these emergencies."
