DAWSON
"Somebody, please help me! Get me out of this car! Please!" Carla was yelling repeatedly, slamming her hands on my window. It was foggy and that made her fingers visible in all the areas she touched.
"The windows are tinted. Nobody can hear you. So please, stop yelling." I said as calmly as I could.
She's been screaming since we drove out of the nightclub. Now, as much as it was beginning to yank at my nerves, I was still trying to remain calm. She's already hysterical. I don't wanna add to it.
"Please, somebody, help me. I beg you. Please!!!" She hit harder on the window.
"Seriously, Carla. You need to stop doing that. It's beginning to piss me off."
It had to be the anger in my voice because she immediately hushed and curled into her seat. But her tears were unabated and
