That was it. He did not get to talk to her like that. He did not have the right to reprimand her like a child. How was he the one upset right now when he was the one who decided to leave? Practically pushing her into the only lifestyle she knew because he didn't want to play with her anymore? How was that fair? She'd come to get back what she might have been able to have had he given her a goddamn chance, and he did not get to wave his pristine life and his right choices in her face.

Marlene didn't notice, but in the time he'd been lecturing her, she'd started crying. Not ugly sobbing - no. These were tears of anger. And just like that, the anger flared through her body, surging through her arm as it shot out towards the steering wheel. "Fuck you, Nate!" she screamed as her fingers grasped the leather and pulled it hard to the right, towards her.

The car swerved hard into the next lane, narrowly missing an oncoming vehicle as it rushed past, practically brushing the Beamer's bumper. Whatever Nathan tried to do to correct the situation, it was too late. The car ran straight off the road and slid uncontrollably down the incline it was on, pushed around by the scattered tree trunks as if it were a mere pinball in a machine. 

To Marcy, this was right. This was what had to happen. She had reached over and grabbed hold of the fabric of Nate's hoodie sleeve, clutching it as if it were his hand. Her heart rate was racing. Everything was a blur of green and brown, until it was all black.