Michael parked in front of his parents' mansion. He turned off the engine and sighed, he wanted so badly to talk to the woman beside him. He knew he had hurt her tonight and God knows he didn't mean to, if she hadn't yelled or talked back at him, he wouldn't have done it. He is used to yelling at people and they would just stand there with their heads bowed, none dared to look at him, let alone yell back at him. But she did and that pissed him off.
He looked at her and saw her sitting with her head bowed, obviously waiting for him to get out of the car first, he felt the urge to stretch out his hand to touch her and when his hands wanted to obey, he clenched it into a fist to stop himself. Why should he console her? What he did tonight doesn't amount to a quarter of what she did to him.
