In Terror

"What the hell are you doing?" Dylan erupted, rising from his seat in a fit of anger as he glared at Allison. I looked up at Allison again to be sure, and then I looked down at my wine-drenched clothes, feeling shock and embarrassment at the same time as what had just happened. "What have I done to deserve this?" I asked silently, bewildered by the sudden turn of events.

Allison recoiled as Dylan advanced toward her; she moved much away from him, then, out of nowhere, she exploded, her voice ringing out through the restaurant as she yelled in anger.

"What the hell am I doing here?" she exclaimed, her words laced with fury, drawing the attention of everyone in the vicinity.

"Why are you here with this slut of a woman?" She continued, her voice rising. "You've hardly been home since you got back with her, Dylan. Am I not good enough for you? Can't you have me and be at peace, huh?" She shouted, her accusations reverberating through the space.

Amidst the commotion, murmurs and whispers r