Intense Argument and Distress Call

Hi.

Hi, Sarah. How are you?

How are you, Sarah?

Hey, I got a-

Hi. And you know, different sentences that he, uh-

Sarah, I'm sorry about this.

Don't talk. Don't fucking talk.

Idiot.

Uh, yeah, Sarah, we're really sorry about this.

I'm sending him your way today.

You fucking-

Uh, so don't worry. Um, but yeah,

so

yeah, she-- he's coming. Don't worry, he's coming home.

Uh, Alyssa?

She just like almost broke my nose. She's gonna get arrested.

No, no, you're fine. You're fine.

Fuck you, cunt.

Um-

Next time you fucking touch me, I'll fucking deck you. Do you understand?

Um, can you-

You understand, cunt?

... remove my number from there? Um-

Hey. No, Sarah, hang up. These idiots, she posted your fucking number

in their cancer Discord, and I was just being polite.

Hey, Alyssa?

Uh...

I don't trust Alyssa.

Yeah, touch me and I fucking deck your dumbass

bitch.

I'll fucking deck you, t-t-t-test me. Test me.

Alyssa?

Yes?

Um, as a woman-

The dumb cunt-

As a woman-

Sarah, the dumb retard-

... I have a right to silence

... in the middle of the street section.

And I still have my phone on.

She, she-

Can you please remove my number from the chat?

She, she-- no, she's a, she's a fucking insane person.

She's a, she's a fucking fifty-year-old-

I would stop talking about-

... dumb cunt-

Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah, Miss Teen?

... in the middle of the street dancing.

Okay, yeah.

You fucking slut.

Yeah, Sarah, I heard you had a kid when you were sixteen.

That's what he told me about you.

Yes, she had a kid.

And he said you're a dumb Mexican.

I said she's a dumb Mexican.

And he said you keep showing up, and he says you won't stop texting him,

but I saw

the text. It's the same shit.

Alyssa, can you answer me?

Yeah,

yeah. What's up?

She's happy, right? She's happy, right?

Can you delete the number, please?

Ow! Ow! No.

Pull over, dumb cunt.

Okay.

Pull over, dumb cunt.

Ow, ow, ow! No, no, please don't. Don't. All right, I'll stop. I'll stop.

Okay, I'll stop.

Pull over.

Okay, I will.

Pull over, dumb cunt.

Okay, please. I will. No, I'm sorry.

No, call nine one one.

I'm sorry!

Sarah, call nine one one.

Oh my God. No, no! Help!

Help, please. Please. I'm sorry.

Call nine one one.

No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, no, I'm so sorry. Please let me go.

Babe, please let me go.

Ow. No, please, I'm so sorry. Please let me go.

Oh, you're sorry, eh? Get the fuck out of the car.

Okay, I'm getting out.

I'm getting out. You're killing me.

No! Okay, I'm getting

out.