Get Out of My Car, You Parasite

My family's driver, Marco, always brought his girlfriend along when he drove me.

I put up with it. His dead father took a bullet for my family once.

Until today. I opened the door of my custom bulletproof Cadillac. Someone wrote on the inside of the window in red lipstick:

"Stay away from my man, bitch."

I wiped the smudge off with a tissue. "What is this?" I asked, my voice dead.

Crystal sat in the passenger seat. She glared at me like I was poison.

"Can't you read?" she spat. "Stay away from my man, you parasite. Buy your own car, you broke bitch."