“What is wrong with you?” I finally found my voice when we got to the car. “You have been acting like a deranged psychopath for days.”

“Shut up Charlie.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” I said. “You’re acting weird and I don’t like it.”

“Shut up or I swear to the goddess I will throw this car off a fucking cliff,” he yelled and I went quiet and stared at him in shock. “You don’t get to play the victim when you’re out ...