Frank finally caught up with me, standing there pleading desperately, "I know you hate me, but it's late, and it's not safe for you to go home alone. Let me drive you."
I made sure to keep a good couple of feet between us, "I wouldn't want to bother you. Or are you hoping I get into an accident on the way home?"
Frank looked stunned by my sharp words, and after a moment of shock, he frantically explained, "That's not what I meant, Jessica. I'm just worried about your safety. Why would you say something so hurtful? I care about you more than anyone else."
I smirked, "From what you've done, it seems more like you wish me ill."
Seeing me bring up the past, Frank grew anxious.
He knew my impression of him was beyond repair, yet he still wanted to make amends.
Just as our argument was abo
