#Chapter18

I sat behind him twiddling my thumbs together, the feel of anxiety taking over my senses. He looks so mad clutching the wheel tight restraining blood flow to his hands. A vein keep ticking as his face stays faced ahead emotionless. It’s a good day to die young.

"Elijah." I softly call.

Mad eyes glance at me through the rearview mirror and I would prefer to jump out of the speeding car to my death than to be with him in the car. His silence kills me more than when he is mad. I watch him watch me till he took his eyes back to the road. Sitting meekly...