“You’re a nobody,” he says in a quiet voice that burrows into the bones.
I instinctively shove the car door with my shoulder and start feeling around with my hand for the lever that will open it. I’ve only got a second to get out of his car—because one more moment, and fear will paralyze me.
“Someone like you—a nobody that everyone who’s too lazy to care wipes their feet on,” he continues, as if he doesn’t even notice my frantic struggling.
“Open… open the door…
You don’t deserve what you want. Looking at you is disgusting.
“Open the door! Or I—”
“What?” he says, nailing me with a heavy, gloomy stare. “Will you cry?”