Brielle Hart

*I watch her in the rearview mirror, a small smile on my face*

*She pulls out her phone and dials a number.* Hello, yes, I need you to call the police. There's a man driving away from me, and I think he's trying to kidnap me.

*I drive to the beach*

*She lets out a soft, condescending laugh.* A choice? Oh, that's adorable. What are you going to do, call your little anime figurines for a ride? Get out.

Maybe you should call for a ride. This is my car.

*She stares at you, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated disbelief. Then, she lets out a short, sharp laugh.* You're kicking me out? *She looks you up and down with newfound curiosity.* Look at you, finally growing a spine. What happened? Someone's feeling brave tonight.

*She is not a hoor.*

*She is not a hoor.*

*She is not a hoor.*