#drivermovie

“Fuck you” you spat at your boyfriend who’s hands withdrew from the girl he was fawning over to look back at you with surprised eyes. You grabbed your thrift store fluffy jacket and purse and stumbled out of the restaurant. You knew you couldn't run, it was very apparent by the heels currently strapped to your feet and the pretty dress you had worn. Your best friend kept wondering why you hung out with him after all the mistreatment, for some reason you always told her off. You wanted to feel loved and tonight you realized that to him you were just a toy not something to be loved and you had enough of feeling used by him.

You walked down the dimly lit street, heels clacking on the sidewalk. You could hear a man behind you yelling your name, most likely your dumbass ex trying to catch up but after all those bourbons, you knew all he could do was stumble.

“Y/N! Y/N come back! I'm sorry!” you heard the pathetic pleading shouts and maybe you underestimated how fast he could walk because before long you were being pushed up against a wall and being yelled at and pushed against. 

“Stop it! Please leave me alone!” you pleaded. He smelled of cheap alcohol.

“And let you crawl in bed with someone else” he said, slapping your cheek. “Absolutely not your mine…bitch” you had tears streaming down your face and it blurs your vision. So much so that you didn't see the car pull up and the guy get out. 

“Get off” a man said, shoving your boyfriend down onto the pavement before kicking him in the stomach causing you’r ex to lay there unconscious. He stepped over to you cautiously. 

“Need a ride?” he asked, motioning his hand to his car. You nodded between tears. He took your hand and guided you over and opened the passenger door. The entire ride you were mesmerized by the man. He drove fast and avoided lights and speed limits to get you unharmed to your apartment. When you got out he followed behind you, making sure you got up to your apartment safely. 

“Would you do me a favor?” You asked the strange man. He nodded. “Help me burn his shit?” 

The man smiled and nodded his head, you jumped a little with excitement. You watched him enter your apartment before you went around collecting your ex’s items into one spot to bring down to the parking garage to light his shit on fire. 

“Im Y/N, i should have introduced myself, you said as you threw more clothes out of the drawers. 

“You were a bit of a mess, not your fault” he responded as he picked up the clothes dripping them in the pile before returning beside you. “im…Driver” he said mysteriously.

“Driver…I like it” you told him. 

Once you were done and the pile was now on top of the parking garage you lit it with matches and watched as his shit was set ablaze. 

“Would you mind staying the night in case he comes back? He… gets violent when he's hungover..” you told Driver. 

“Of course”

When your boyfriend returned the next morning, a new lock was on the door so he couldn't enter. When he was banging on the door, you were too busy moaning underneath Driver to care to answer the door.

“D…What happened?” you asked him, he smiled up at you startling you, “why are you smiling”

“I wanted to see your face before I died..” he said, drifting the sentence off. “I wanted to say goodbye”

“You have got to be joking, you're not dying on my Driver, in case you forgot I did go to nursing school for a few years before my life turned” you told the man laying on your couch. “don’t move''.

you ran around your apartment finding the necessary things you had scattered about to help stop the bleeding and get his fever under control. When you got back his eyes were closed and small breaths came from him.

“hey now you have to keep your eyes open for me” you told him gently, shaking him and handing him the vodka bottle you had grabbed, along with some advil to help the fgevar. You knew mixing the two was not a good idea but seeing as he was already bleeding out on your couch and close to slowly dying you figured it would help more than the stab wound.

“drink will help with the pain” when he did drink and you slowly started working the hisses and wines that came from Driver made you realize maybe he didn’t want to be saved but by damn you were going to save him. The vodka was also used to clean the wound, sanitizing a little bit before the stitches went in.

“Thank you, y/n…for saving my life again” he told you in a haze. You smiled up at him while holding his wounds to stop the bleeding before the stitches went in.