ANNABELLE'S POV
The ride to wherever it is that we are going to is a little bit awkward. Jake and I are sitting in the back seat of the car, we are being driven by someone who I didn't get the chance to see. I am planted on Jake's lap, with my legs on each side of his stranding him and, from my experience a few moments ago, I can't get off his lap. Every time I attempt to do so, a growl leaves his mouth. I simply stopped trying to move the moment he wrapped his hand around my waist tightly, and I got to see the look on his face. He had a huge scowl, his jaw clenched, nerves pulsating on his forehead as he glared at the chair in front of him, poor chair, it never did anything to deserve that harsh glare.
Of course, the chair doesn't deserve it, it is you who does. Just be glad the glare
