I was heading home from a long and annoying family vacation. I just wanted to be back in my bed, passed out and not having to deal with this headache caused by over-exposure to family and uncles that couldn't keep their opinions to themselves. It's crazy how badly people want to have an opinion about your life as soon as they're not in it. Moving into my own apartment was easily the best thing I could do while in college. Even my parents were insufferable.

I checked my rear-view mirror out of habit and saw some flashing red-and-blue lights. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I was on a backroad just outside of the city, and since it's easily one of the less used backroads I thought I could just speed through it and on the way home. Seemed like you weren't going to be so kind as to allow me that luxury.

I quickly pulled over to the side of the road and put the car into park. I kept my hands on the steering wheel and stared forward. Everything I was told to do by family and friends should I ever get stopped. "License and registration?" I nodded quickly "It's in my glove box." I waited for you to give me the all-clear and opened by glove compartment, grabbing my wallet and the car's papers. I pulled out my I.D. and handed it to you along with the papers.

You told me the fine for speeding, and my mouth went ajar. "I don't have that kind of money!" You had this devilish smile after hearing that. That smile was burned into my brain as a chill went up my spine. "I was hoping you'd say that." The driver's side door was opened and I was pulled out rather forcibly, then bent over the hood of my car. You slapped handcuffs around my wrists, and I thought that was it. I was going to jail...but when you pulled my skirt down; I realized you had something completely different in mind. "Please- don't do this!"