Betty.
“Let me go!” I bellowed as Michael dragged me towards his car. It was a cold night but his firm hands were the only thing that made me feel warm, Even though almost rough yet they felt protective.
Both of us sat in silence in his car, neither of us said a word. The door clicked shut and the silence lingered in the air like dust in the wind. It was suffocating, I wanted to say something, I needed to.
I wondered what was going on in his mind.
But I couldn’t because I wasn’t a mind reader.
The next sound I heard was the sound of our breathing and the slow hum of the engine roaring to life.
The engine died instantly; awkward, Did he do that on purpose? I glared at him from the corner of my eyes. His tousled blonde hair covered part of his face, his blue eyes gleaming in the nigh
