“If I could tear my heart, to show you the scars bleeding away, you will know, what’s wrong”
CB POV:
I was watching him struggle with the bags. I knew he won't be able to do it, but being a stubborn brat he is, he continued to lift them up and failing in the process. After a while, I have had enough as I pushed him to a side and move out all the bags and emptying the trunk. Once I was done, I turned towards him, seeing him standing there, head down while fidgeting with his sweater. I approached his sweat covered body and yanked his wrist pushing him harshly inside the car as I got into the driver's seat and sped out of the house.
He looked terrified, stiff in his seat as if I was going to take him to a secret place and kill him. I rolled my eyes at his overreaction but I didn't talk to
