Biker Pumped Gas Into Crying Girl’s Car And She Begged To Stop As Her Boyfriend Will KiII Her

“Why would he hurt you for someone else filling the tank?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer from her eyes, her glances toward the store, and the hidden bruises on her arms.

“You don’t understand him. You don’t know what he’s like when he’s angry.” She clutched my arm. “Please, just leave. Before he sees you.”

“I’m not leaving you here,” I said. She began stepping back. “You’re making this worse. He’ll think I staged this, that I wanted you to rescue me.”

“Did you want me to rescue you?” She opened her mouth, then froze. “He’s coming. Oh God, he’s coming. Please just go.”

I turned to see him emerging from the gas station. Early twenties. Muscular, tattoos like garage ink. The type of guy who grows meaner with an audience.

He looked at me, saw the full tank, and his face darkened.

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