She turns up  her music because she knows it annoys me.
I push my earphones in as far as they'll go.
Kate Nash 's screeching drowns out the Cranford Nix whispering in my ears.
We sit screaming at each other with our mouths shut.

If I were the bad guy, wouldn't she be bleeding?
If I were the bad guy I'd be out right now with my friends rather than sat with her in her ****** tiny ******* car.
If I were the bad guy , we wouldn't be in this situation.
I wish I were a worse person sometimes.
I wish she was who she says

I touch a broken finger to a bruised knuckle and look over at her dry pale cheeks.
Why isn't she crying?
Why the **** isn't she the one that's hurt.
I think i wish she was.
That would be something.
Jesus give me ******* something.

I don't think I'm the villain of this story but I'm beginning to suspect that I'm not the hero either.