Getting kicked out

My boyfriend, Lewis, was a real loser. Too bad I didn't realize it in time. He and I made a plan to drive around the western United States in his beater of a car. He knew all kinds of people in places like Nevada and Arizona. I happily agreed. Well, we promptly started fighting. It got real bad one day out in the desert in Arizona, so he totally pulled the car over and made me get out.

Then even though I was crying, he threw out my backpack and told me to "walk home, or to hell, for all I care." And he drove off. I had to walk twenty miles in the heat before I found a place where I could call my folks, who wired me money for a bus ticket. I never heard from Lewis again.