Shawn was angry through out the ride. He hit the steering countless of times and screamed f**k.
“What if I hadn't gotten there on time, what if I was just sixty seconds late." He questioned angrily.
“I'm fine" I whispered.
The car fell silent.
“Why did you let me spare him?." He asked me.
“Why else would I do it?." I asked him “he's your brother and I can't be married to a murderer." I said.
“Who does he think he is." Shawn asked again. We approached a big gate, there was a security man in front, he walked to the window and when he saw Shawn, he went to open the gate.
The area was quiet, I could see no other house in sight.
“Where is this?." I asked him fearfully.
“Home." He told me.
“But... We're going back to L.A right?." I asked him shaking his arm.
“No." He replied stepping
