Page 26 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
"I've been waiting for you," Rowan says, making me look up at him. Rowan furrows his eyebrows as he looks down at me, but I don't reply to him. He looks up at Callan who is behind me and is probably shitting his pants right now. "Who the fuck are you again?"
"Callan." Callan puts his hand out for Rowan to shake but Rowan doesn't shake it. "Alright. Well Jane and I were just talking. I didn't know that she needed to be with you right after work," Callan pulls his hand away as he explains.
"Yea she's got places to be. Everyday right after work and every time she doesn't have work and it's always going to be with me. Make sure to not forget that," Rowan says before grabbing my wrist and pulling us towards the car.,
I try to pull my hand away, but he doesn't let go as he pulls us towards the car.
I bang my fist on his shoulder and stop walking which makes Rowan turn around and pick me up to throw me over his shoulder.
Fucking jackass.
I bang my fists against his back as he walks towards the car.
"If you don't want to be treated like a child then stop fucking acting like one," Rowan says as he unlocks the car. He puts me in the passenger seat once he opens the door and then slams my car door. He goes to his side of the car and slams his door shut, hard. "You are supposed to go straight to the car right after you get off of work. I told you that."
"I was just talking to a friend. Not fucking in the back of his car, crazy ass."
Rowan's jaw clenches. "I never said you did. I just said that I want you here after school. You can't follow simple directions."
I don't reply to what he says. Instead, I turn my body to the side so I can face the opposite way as him.
Fuck him.
Fucking dickhead..
The drive is quiet, as always, but this time there is no music.
Just pure tension in the car.
Boiling.
Fucking boiling.
When we arrive at the house, I go to open my door but Rowan locks it so I can't get out.
I turn my head to look at him and then bang the window for him to open the door while glaring at him.
"Tell me. Tell me you want me to open the door and I will." I bang on the glass again, but Rowan doesn't open it. "I bet you fucking talk to that Callan guy." Rowan leans closer to me. "Do you talk to him because you want him in your pants, Jane?" I feel my heart pound against my ribcage and I bang the glass on the door harder. "You probably tell him how much you want his fingers inside you and the way you want to suck on his dick, right?"
I wish I could slam a champagne glass over his head to make him shut up.
I bang the window even harder.
Open the fucking door.
"Tell me Jane."
Open the fucking door.
"Fucking tell me with your words, Jane."
I bang the glass harder.Open the door.
"Tell me how you talk to him, Jane! Tell me that Callan is the guy who you want to fuck-"
"Opening the fucking door, Rowan, or I swear to god I will open the door my fucking self and break the window! Open the door!" I yell, trying to hold back the tears.
I yelled.
