He was quiet, too quiet. I was getting more and more nervous as the minutes passed by as he sits there fuming. He shouldn’t be mad at me in the first place, he’s in the wrong here .i mean he threatened my dad’s job just so we could continue to be together, I didn’t like that one bit and he was not apologizing for it.
I began nervously biting my finger nails as I stare at him and watched as he clenched his fists around the steering wheel and they turned white from the grip he had on it. It’s like we can’t go a day without arguing or him making up some sort of rule or punishment for me. What kind of relationship was this anyway?
I sighed and let my hands fall in my lap and turned to look at the scenery passing me by. It was night and I could barely see a thing, but this was better than l
