|| Aurora/ Phoebe ||

The drive back home from the club is fast and short. It was silence all throu-gh, I mean I wanted to say something but I couldn’t because of Dean’s expression.

His jaw keeps clenching and unclenching, his hold on the steering ti-ght that his knuckles start turning white. I don’t know why he’s angry, we were fine just a few minutes ago.

He parked In the garage and open the door for me, I alight. He takes my hand and pu-lls me along with him inside.

When we got to our room, he sat on our be-d with his arms fold across his che-st.

“Where are...