"Get in," I gasp startled when I hear his voice from the rusty car driving near the sidewalk. How did I not notice it?
"Fuck off," I try to quicken my pace and disappear from his sight as fast as my legs allow me.
After being gone for a whole fucking week he has the audacity to show his face and demand things? Who the fuck does he think he is? Your whole world. I ignore the annoying voice in my head and keep walking.
"Get the fuck in, Sasha, or so help me God I will shove you here myself." Bastard.
After a moment of contemplation I get into his shitty car with a huff. "You know I hate you," I say venomously. Liar. The voice never stops annoying all the living shit out of me.
"You don't," he simply states before starting the car.
Silence. It's deafening and I can't stand it. I turn on the radio and switch between different stations.
It doesn't really matter what I hear on there. I just really fucking hate the silence.
I notice he's taking me in the direction of his old apartment. God I missed that place so fucking much.
Don't get used to this, idiot. Don't be naïve. He'll leave you eventually again.