The ride home meant it was over. He was done with me. I never knew when he might call. It was always the same. He liked to hurt me. He lived in a nice house. I never lived in one. He had cash. He had crystal meth. I always needed it to do the things he wanted. I never talked to him on the way back home. He always had a hundred dollar bill. Today I do not think about it. I am glad he stopped calling. I was getting scared. – Ethan