Nicholas did not battle words with me, in fact, his actions were reserved, it made me angry to know that he wasn't going to say anything to me.
I remained silent knowing that Nick did not respond, it was the worst feeling for me to talk and someone ignores me, I hated it so much.
In an angry voice, I said with suppressed fury, looking away from him.
"You can as well talk to me, I hate it when I am being ignored," I muttered looking at my swollen leg.
The wound from the exhaust pipe burn where fresh, my flesh red on the layer of my skin.
What I was talking about was what Nick still did, not responding to me only got me worked up.
In the next few seconds, I did not know why I did what I did, but I had done it at the end of the day.
My anger had surpassed my reasoning aid, I hated myself after, this, because my judgment was going to be too hot for me to handle.
