She sat upon the car in silence, waiting for the moment that Shane would pounce. It had been an eternity since a word was spoken, while she grew worries that he would simply snap her neck if given the chance. She knew better than to try and speak to interrupt the silence, but feared that each second only allowed him to grow more and more angry.
"What the hell are you wearing?!" He asked in reference to her Amy Winehouse aesthetic. "For the love of God, tell me those tattoos are fake." He spoke before forcing her arm towards him, making her side dig into the middle counsel in the car. Feeling as though she had been kicked in the stomach, Gemma tried to ignore the pain to focus on Shane's words. "Why were you here? A conjugal visit to your lover?"
"No...I was…" she paused. In front of any
