The club

ISABELLA

I thought that minor argument was the last one for the night, but obviously, I was mistaken.

“Stop the car,” Alex said to the driver, barely five minutes after we had exchanged words.

“Now, sir?” The driver asked. I could understand his disbelief. It was almost midnight.

“Stop the fucking car.” He demanded with more enthusiasm. The driver quickly screeched the car to a halt.

I watched as the other cars stopped. It was night time, so we were the only ones on the road. Alex picked up his jacket, and pushed the door open.

“Where are you going?” I asked, with a strained voice. I was exhausted.

“Take her home,” he ordered the driver, clearly ignoring me. I watched as he walked into one of our other cars.

I hissed, as I wrapped my arms around my chest. Everyday, his attitude worsened. He despised me even more.

The car Alex had stepped into separated itself from the rest of us, and I watched as it took another route. He was definitely not heading home, but I knew where he would be-