Horror story: my gf jumped out of a moving car

okay I wasn't gonna post this but this is 100% real and it happened yesterday so here we go.

Last night around 9pm I was driving out to a friend's place in the countryside to grab a battery. My gf was with me. We were just talking and somehow got into a fight over like... personality differences I guess, conversations not clicking, whatever. And then she goes 'let me out.'

Bro. We were in the middle of NOWHERE. Pitch black, no people, no lights, nothing.

Me: are you serious?? if I drop you here how are you getting home, idiot

Her: I have a phone don't I? I'll call a taxi.

I was genuinely speechless. Like I get being mad but come on, you gotta keep it together. So I didn't stop. Just kept driving slow.

and then she opened the car door.

She's just... sitting there, door wide open, ready to jump. I was still pissed so I didn't stop, just kept going slow.

Me: stop the drama and close the door

Her: drop me off or I'm jumping

I genuinely thought she was bluffing. I did not stop.

She jumped.

"ugh" and then this dull thud of knees hitting asphalt and she just. went down.

...............

I panicked, turned around, came back. She was GONE. just. gone.

I'm freaking out looking around and there's this guy who happened to be riding his bike past and apparently witnessed the whole thing. He thought someone got hit by a car and ran off lol (not funny but also slightly funny).

I asked him which way she went. He pointed.

That was literally the direction I'd just U-turned from.

So I drive over fast, scanning with my headlights, can't see her anywhere, heart going crazy. And then I spot something moving along the side of the road.

I floored it thinking it was her.

The outfit was wrong.

It was a woman in a long white dress. Like a funeral white dress. Long black hair.

I drove straight past her and my heart was doing SIX CYLINDER ENGINE things in my chest.

And then. right after. another woman on the sidewalk.

Actually my gf this time.

Knees bleeding, limping, still fuming. Still huffing. Not even close to calmed down.

I pulled over and told her to get in. She got in. She was pretty messed up.

And I'm sitting there feeling guilty AND thinking wow this girl is absolutely unhinged AND thinking about that woman in the white dress back there AND thinking we need to leave NOW AND we need to go to the hospital.

We went to the hospital. She got treated. The cuts were bad.

But that woman in the white dress though. She was behind my gf. Was she... following her?

I didn't tell my gf about it.

Also genuinely reconsidering this whole relationship because jumping out of a moving car?? most guys wouldn't even do that. that's a different level of something.