Once under the influence of the effects of alcohol, he was brought back to reality real quick the moment he felt a hand moving over his chest. Uncomfortable was an understatement to describe what he was feeling at the moment; it was more like he was horrified, he felt himself tense. When she spoke to him he finally snapped out of it enough and looked at her with a sharp gaze, cringing with disgust as he pushed her away from him. Soon after he had done that suddenly the womanâ€™s hands began to wander to his waist. It was then when a horrible flashback to a memory in his past he wished he could just forget forever threatening to enter his mind.  It was blurry in a lot of places but it was enough to make him remember: she was running her hands along his back, lips locked with hisâ€¦ Then the next thing he knew his hands were around her throatâ€¦<br/><br/>Desperately, he fought to get the memory out, doing all he could to calm down himself. His hands were trembling and he felt like he was going to be sick, his heart pounding in his chest. He practically shoved the woman off of him and into the passenger door, undid his seatbelt, and then stepped out of the car as fast as he could. He just wanted to be as far away from the car as possible right then.<br/><br/>It felt good to be out in the open and not feeling like he was suffocating in that car to say the least, the moment he stepped out he felt almost seventy percent better. Leaning against a nearby tree he closed his eyes and tried to collect himself. So many times he has tried to forget that memory once and for all, and yet shit like that still triggered it. Five years have passed since then but it still haunted him almost relentlessly, the guilt he felt would more than likely leave him traumatized for the rest of his life. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath through his nose, exhaling through his mouth slowly. Looking back to the car, he thought about going back, but he felt himself cringe inwardly at the thought and decided he just couldnâ€™t do it.<br/><br/>Even if the woman was a target he knew it was wrong to just leave her there, even if he didnâ€™t really want to help her to begin with. Unfortunately he just couldnâ€™t get himself together enough to return to the car and help her to her apartment. Even thinking about going back there made him feel sick and it took a lot of focus for him to hold back from vomiting. Slowly, he pushed off of the tree and stared out to the road, eyes absently scanning for a taxi or bus that would be his ride home. He would have to leave the car there, come back for it in the morning. In a way It made him feel like he was just taking her money and running off but at this point he really didnâ€™t care that much.<br/><br/>He just couldnâ€™t bring himself to go back.