I waited until the gas was off and he unbuckled his seat belt before I released mine and stepped out of the car.
A part of me had wished he talked to me on our way home but he didn't, he kept mute and focused on the road as if his life depended on it, well maybe it did partially but that didn't hold his mouth down, right?
Stomping angrily towards the stairs, I thought about going into the room; what if he follows me there? What would I do? I can't stay around though, I need to sleep
Giving up, I made my way to our room
The word 'our' just made me angrier at him
I hate that he made me feel like an angry bird
"Layla, wait" finally he said
Well, obviously, I didn't reply, I didn't even act like he was speaking to me, I just made my way forward without looking back
"Come on now will you?" He stated again making me turn my head and stop in my tracks
