"Put me down here, Dylan!" I seethed, struggling to pry open the car door.
Ignoring my protests, he pressed on, driving along an unfamiliar route. I was clueless about where we would go, but I was determined in my need to be out immediately so I could find my own way home.
I don't care where I am right now but I want to go back home. Alone!
"Dylan! Pay attention to me! Stop the car now! I'll go home alone!" I insisted.
To my surprise, he stopped the car in front of a gated entrance and honked the horn, prompting the gate to slide open. He steered the car inside, revealing a house up ahead. Glancing at Dylan, I found his expression unwavering, his gaze fixed ahead.
"Whose house is this? Open the door or I'm going to break your window-" I exclaimed, brimming with frustration.
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