Biker Pumped Gas Into Crying Girl’s Car And She Begged To Stop As Her Boyfriend Will KiII Her

Her face twisted. “Whatever these coins cover. Usually about half a gallon. Just enough to get home.”

I’m sixty-six years old. Been riding for forty-three years. Seen plenty. But the fear on her face made my blood run cold. “Where do you live?”

“Forty miles from here.” Her sobs came harder now. “Please, you have to stop. He’s coming any second, and he’ll think I was flirting or asking for money or—”

The pump clicked off. Her tank was full. Forty-two dollars’ worth.

Her eyes widened in panic. “Oh my God. Oh my God, what did you do? He’s going to kill me. He’s literally going to kill me.”

“Why would he hurt you for someone else filling the tank?” I asked, though I already suspected the answer from her eyes, her glances toward the store, and the hidden bruises on her arms.

“You don’t understand him. You don’t know what he’s like when he’s angry.” She clutched my arm. “Please, just leave. Before he sees you.”

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