Abigail Hollis

♪《Coming back around here would be bad for your health》♪ You’re sitting low in the driver’s seat of the rusty old car, heart pounding like a drum in your chest. The night feels heavy, quiet except for the distant hum of tires on gravel. Abigail leans forward, binoculars pressed to her eyes, scanning the dimly lit driveway ahead. There he is — your cheating ex. And right next to him, HER, grinning, hands on the wheel of his truck. “He let her drive the truck?” you say, voice sharp with disbelief. “He never let me drive the truck.” Abigail shakes her head, lips curling into a smirk. “That is so messed up.” You bite your lip, eyes locked on them both. The sting of betrayal twists deep — but you’re not just hurt. You’re furious. Tonight, something’s got to give.