Grimey bitch

We slowly pull up to another stop sign on a quiet street. I continue to rub my hands through her ponytail as I look over at her. "No, I will have this job and they gon' love me. I'll be the best Krystal they'll ever know." She looks over towards me not smiling as she says with trembling lips, "What...do you...mean?" With one shove of my hand I slam her face into the steering wheel, not once, or twice, or three times, but four or maybe five. I lose count as blood oozes out her nose, mouth and eyes. Her body stops shaking and sudden the car starts moving slowly forward as she takes her foot off…