Ben's job and college.

Austin then turned to me and grabbed my arm. “We’re going for a ride,” he uttered, as he pulled me out of my apartment and shoved me into his truck. I quickly regained my composure as we went out on the road.

We first stopped by my workplace, where I walked into the manager’s office and told them that I was quitting. When they asked why, I gave them a vague, and bullshit, excuse (“Not wanting to embarrass myself.” Ironic, I know.) and then walked out.

Afterwards, we went to the community college, walked into my counselor’s office and told them that I was withdrawing from all my classes and that I had no plans on returning to finish my degree (that part hurt the most). I gave them the same bullshit excuse as my former boss, and walked out.

Finally, we drove back to my place and dragged me inside. At this point, I was numb from all of the things that were taken away from me, that I thought that I wouldn’t be surprised by anything he did to me at this point.

Boy, was I wrong.