I watch as he sighs, not looking up at me or speaking out. He gets out of the car and for a second I fear that he's going to come and yell at me.
Instead, he walks to the passenger side and opens the door.
"It's two."
It took me a few seconds to register what he meant by his two words.
"I-I can't go." I pathetically stamper out.
"Why?" Unprepared for his second question, my mind blanked from words.
Why? I don't know. But I couldn't say that.
"I... I don't want to."
"You're being a coward," he said coldly.
I couldn't grasp why Wilder was suddenly acting so mean.
Then I remembered. I promised myself that today would be different. I can't cower away from my problems.
For once, I understand why Wilder acts the way he does. Why he pushes people past their limits. If he doesn't do it
