Last Call

I probably could've killed you. Looking at you out of the corner of my eye, you sitting in the passenger seat, saying things that no one has ever dared to say to me before. There was nothing I could do but keep driving, and bite my lip to keep from crying. Not because I was sad, but because I was afraid, and angry at you. Because there you were- pulling me apart, questioning the things I've ALWAYS done. Forcing me, just a little, to own up to what I've been doing. Something no one has cared enough to do before. Like I said, I could've killed you.