"Isn’t the music a little too loud?" I asked, raising my voice just enough to be heard over the blaring speakers."If you have a problem with it, get out of my car!" Kaylle snapped. "You don't get to tell me what to do—I do whatever I want!""I'm sorry," I said quietly, feeling defeated.Kaylle rolled her eyes, then slammed the brakes, bringing the car to an abrupt stop. "Out!" she ordered."Please, Kaylle, I won’t say another word," I pleaded as tears welled up in my eyes."Don’t make me repeat myself. Get out before you regret it!" she spat."I’m sorry, Princess Kay..." I said, using her favorite nickname, trying to appease her. She loved being called "princess" because it played into her overblown sense of importance.“Get in. I don’t have time for this,” she barked.I quickly climbed back into the car, feeling a mix of relief and frustration. As we sped off again, I wiped my tears and tried to calm myself down.Halfway through the drive, Kaylle glanced at me with a sly smile, the
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