"If you were hungry you could have just had it delivered. Or at least close your door before leaving and answer my f*****g calls. " he said.
I ignored him and just looked at the view outside. He's still driving and I've already put a stop on my tears. I don't think he noticed me crying because I was quiet before. Throughout the trip he only now spoke.
"Let's have a proper meal first before you go home." he uttered again.
Home? When did I even got home? I asked inside my mind. Cause that's the truth. I miss the feeling of being at home. I'm like this stray dog hoping from one place to another because no one seems to have the urge to keep me. I sighed and shook my head. I think I'm out of my mind.
"I'm not hungry." I said coldly.
"You didn't have a proper meal. And it's time
