Page 43 of Lilah
He sits me in the passenger seat before going over to his side. I keep my emotions at bay although I'm terrified to go home.
And to make things worse, I can't even run away from him.
That sends tears swarming in my eyes.
"Can you take me back to the store?" I keep my voice strong.
"It's closed," he answers shortly and my eyes flick to the clock to the front of me above the radio.
"Do you want a milkshake?" I question him, my voice taking on a new, shakier tone.
He glances over at me.
"No."
I don'twantto let him see how desperate I am to not go home. But I just can't go.
"Grey, please," I plead softly.
"Lilah, I have things to do," he says darkly, "the world doesn't revolve around you."
I don't notice the lone tear the makes it's way down my cheek. Like I said, my big girl britches have flown out the window and are missing.
"What the hell's the matter with you now?" He grumbles unhappily.
I look out the window and see we're about to pass Cobblestone Park.
"Pull over," I tell him.
"The fuck are you telling me what to do fo-"
"Can't you stop being a brat for five seconds? Pull over," I glare at him, fed up with his absolute crappy attitude for right now.
He pulls over angrily and I just now realize I can't even walk. What the heck is wrong with me?
Just that sends another tear running down my cheek.I am so done with everything.
I'm pathetic and pitiful, he's right.
"Come over here, take me out of this car, and sit me on that bench over there," I point to the bench outside my window and a little ways down the sidewalk.
I don't know who I think I am ordering him around but right now I could care less.
"I'm not leaving you on a fucking bench," he sneers.
"Why not? You hate my guts so why not leave me out on a random park bench to maybe get kidnapped-"
"Shut the fuck up Azalea," my name rolls off his tongue in a nasty tone.
"No, you shut up," I regret it as his eyes turn so dark.
"Why don't you want to go home?" His eyes stay deadly as his tone turns the same way, "What, do mommy and daddy not love you?"
I raise my hand to slap the living daylights out of his beautiful face but he catches my hand in the air.
Oh God, that's worse than me even slapping him.
"I can make you dread every breath you take,don't fucking test me,"he leans over to me, making sure I understand each and every word that he said.
