DRAKE
The breath escaping from my nostrils as I march toward the car is heated. I swear, I see red, the blistering anger starting inside my soul. I pull the doors violently and slam them shut, the entire car quaking in fear. It starts smoothly and I swerve into the road, flooring the gas down the highway back home.
The leather crinkles from the tremors in my fingers. I hate rage driving, but I need something to expel this anger that is swelling inside me. I can never do anything that is just right for her. I give her exactly what she wants—her company—and I’m still the bad guy?
Or does she just love to stir the pot of trouble? Does she want to continue being insufferable? Is she doing all this because she wants to push me away? To have her way with… Warre— no, she wouldn’t dare.
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