Page 8 of Make You Wish You Were Dead
I narrow my eyes at him.
Bite me.
His jaw ticks and he opens the door only for him to get inside the driver's side of the car.
My hands clench into fists and I take a deep breath before walking towards the passenger side of the car.
Does he think he is in charge? Does he think I'll listen to him?
Wrong.
I'm not going to continue arguing with him because I don't feel like driving anyway but I still wanted that choice. He didn't give me any.
I get inside the car and close the door. I buckle my seatbelt and then look straight out the front window.
For the rest of the drive, Rowan doesn't say a thing to me, and I try not to spare a glance at him.
Three
Jane
As I wake up,my head starts to feel heavy making me want to fall back to sleep.
Last night I couldn’t sleep at all. All I could see were those blue eyes that haunt me every night. But this time I felt like he was in my bedroom, watching me sleep, waiting for me to be vulnerable so that he could get to me again.
I cried, just like I do every night I have that same nightmare.
I keep my eyes closed for a few minutes before I open them and look straight, seeing my TV.
Nothing was playing on it because last night I decided not to watch anything while falling asleep. Usually, I keep the TV on while I fall asleep because I hate when it's dark and quiet in my room.
Last night Rowan and I came back home late. He tried to drive back home a couple of times, but I pounded onto the passenger window to let him know I didn't want to go home.
All he did was drive me around until I started to feel tired. I forced myself to stay awake until he drove home.
I am hoping my parents aren't downstairs and that they left to go back to the states already.
I don't feel like dealing with them.
I get up from my bed and throw on a sweater because it is a little too cold in the house right now.
I usually keep the air on because I always get hot at night, and I like to cuddle into my blankets because they are warm and I feel like I'm cuddling a warm body.
I walk out of my room and go downstairs. When I walk into the kitchen, I look straight ahead and see Rowan sitting on one of the stools. He has a cup of coffee in his hand and an empty plate in front of him.
He is wearing a plain black shirt and some black pants with some dirty combat boots that look like they are older than my grandma.
Definitely different from the suit he was wearing yesterday. What he is wearing today is much more casual.
You can see his toned arms and the veins in his biceps that are bulging from his shirt. My eyes travel down his arms and I can't help but look at his abdomen where the shirt strains against his stomach.
I try not to stare at him too much and I just walk towards the refrigerator.
"Do you have work today?" I hear Rowan ask me. I don't say anything as I take a water bottle out of the fridge. I hear Rowan get up from the chair at the same time I close the door of the fridge and turn around. Rowan is walking towards the sink which is right next to the fridge. He puts his dishes in the sink and then turns his body to look at me. "One of the reasons why your parents asked me if I wanted this job is because I understand sign language. So, it's fine if you don't talk, makes things easier for me so I don't have to listen to you argue."
Asshole.
"So, when I ask you a question, I expect an answer. Sign to me, write me a little note, or just nod your head yes or no. I don't care. I just want an answer," Rowan says and it looks like he gets closer as he says each word. If I lean closer to him, then his chest would probably touch mine. "Understand?"
