Teenage Bonfire Night
When I was 18, I dated a guy I met online for about three weeks. One night during this time, he called me and invited me to a bonfire in his town some 20 minutes away. He told me to bring a friend so naturally I called my bestie and she was excited to come along. We drove to his house and upon arriving, we were immediately ushered into his rundown Dodge truck and sat cramped next to his two friends. He drove for 10 minutes through dark roads and veered off into the woods to “get to the bonfire.”
Before I knew it, we were off-roading through trees, steep hills, rocks, and what appeared to be a very dark construction site. All of a sudden, he swerved to the right to “avoid some roots on the ground” and the Dodge flipped on its side, teetering off a very steep hill. My boyfriend jumped out of the car immediately and started freaking out about his CAR. He rambled on about how much trouble he would be in with his parents, and how he got scratches on his car. Meanwhile, me and my friend were crying, still in the backseat. One of his friends said to him, “Hey, we need to get the girls out of the car now.”
We got out safely but we were too distraught to party so I kindly asked my boyfriend to arrange a ride for us to get home. He replied angrily, “Uh, I’m a little busy right now, can’t you see?” He never even asked if my friend and I were okay. Luckily, some stranger came by to drive the two of us home. I never saw my boyfriend again.
