3:41AM... WHY?!

I woke up to a scream, and cries last night - Cries of pain, sorrow, heartache.

No, it wasn't me.

It came from outside my house. I turned to look at the red glow of my clock. Blurry - I squinted to see 3:41AM. I thought, "What the fuck?" I got up, and pulled down a section of my blinds to see a girl across the street screaming towards a black car. I couldn't see much since my window was all blurry [plus my own eye sight isn't that well too] and as the girl kept walking, she kept crying, and the black car followed.

Screams of "LEAVE ME ALONE" and "I HATE YOU" were the only words that traveled into my ear. I thought to myself, "Whoa, this is something serious." She walked up the street to the point where I was just able to see what was going on. Then suddenly, the crying hushed and she walked around to the passenger door and got it. And the black car drove off.

A few things came through my head:

• She was too easy. One word probably made her forget why she was upset. Or why she hated him.
• She probably over-reacted on something stupid like what a lot of girls do.
• If he was such a jerk, why go back to him? He was probably her ride home, so she had no other choice. I just don't understand girls who do that. There are SO many grateful guys out there, who can do a million times better than him, yet you're still stuck on him? What cheap crack did he make you smoke?
  
• Why the flying FUCK are you out so late? Get the hell home and don't wake me up EVER AGAIN.