I S A B E L L A
As soon as we pull into the driveway of the house, I feel the tension rise between us once again, thick like fog waiting to consume us both. Angelo barely waits for the car to stop before he storms out, the slam of the door echoing across the quiet afternoon air. I then stare at him, completely stunned at his actions, but right when I believe he is going straight to the house without bothering to let me out of the car, he walks over to my side of the door and opens it sharply.
I stare at him curiously, watching his chest rise and fall slowly as if he is still trying to keep himself calm. He doesn’t even stare at me as he keeps the door open.
I huff at him and finally decide to step out of the car, watching him close the door after me before he swiftly walks past me and h
