He is lying next to me, attempting to put his hand on my inner thigh, underneath my dress.

“Dylan, stop. You lied to me. I don’t want you to touch me anymore. Not sure if I ever did.”

He continues to press his hand into my leg and begins to kiss my ear.

“I am sorry I lied to you, Amanda; what else was I expected to do? Yes, I used to have a crush on her, but I wanted you more. How about every night I touch you a little bit more, so you get used to it, so it’s not all at once. We will go slow, work our way up.”

“No, Dylan. Stop. You lied to me so many times about everything. It made me feel like I was crazy; you didn’t have to lie. I don’t know why you did. I don’t let liars touch me.”

He tries to hold me down, but I can get away. I am stronger than him. I find a car, not my own, an older, fragile red classic with the ignition keys. I start the car but don’t know how to drive it properly; it’s a shift stick. The car begins to swerve and lose control in the parking lot. I bump into a blue parked mustang.

Fuck, I need to park before I do any more damage. But I can’t get it to park, get the car to stay still. I am now hitting the garage, going deeper in it. Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I jump out of the car and grab its back wheels to make the car stop moving. The engine won’t turn off; it just keeps running. Then the hood of the car starts to dissipate, shrinking faster and faster. I reach through the window to turn the key in the ignition. The car becomes like a parachute, losing air rapidly, now surrounding me, choking me.

The engine is off, but the car is no more. Just like a sheet, I am suffocated and engulfed by it.

“What the hell is going on? What happened. Do you need help?”
It is a man from the auto shop.

“I’m fine. I’m fine. I just can’t get out or breathe. Help me get out, please.”

He takes the car off me and offers me a glass of water.

“No, I’m fine. Did I break the car? How much?” I want to run away from the scene. Will he be able to catch me?

“You’re going to have to come inside and take a seat.”

I then wake up.

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