A little freaked out.

"What the fuck!" I scream at him.

He backhands me once, hard, and I shut up. He laughs again. "Stupid fucking drunk cow. You're going to get exactly what you deserve. Severs you right for being so fucking fat."

I look down at myself. I'd consider myself curvy, chubby, yes, but fat. Well, by his standards anyone with more curves than bones was obviously fat. I wanted to spit at the anorexiaphile, but my cheek was still warm from his backhand and I decided against it.

"So fuck you bitch," he said, and slammed the door to the van.

The windows were tinted, and suddenly I found myself cast into gloomy semi-darkness.