A silent Ride

Kelan's POV

Sitting in the front seat, next to Mr. Lanez, the silent ride was seemingly uncomfortable as I noticed the worry lines drawn on his forehead. There was this invisible cloud of tension hovering in the car as the engine hummed in melody.

"Uhmm," I cleared my throat to gain his attention.

"Thank you for saving me back there," I fondled with the handkerchief in my hands.

I was taken aback by his silent treatment. Was he mad at me because of the way I relentlessly argued over his revelations yesterday?

"I'm sorry for not believing you yesterday. I just found it so difficult to believe that they could be as terrible as that," I blabbed.

"Mr Lanez," I called aloud, then immediately regretted my action as the eyes he flashed out me weren't friendly at all.

"Did I do anything wrong?" I asked calmy.

"Kelan, you did everything wrong," he yelled.

"You just added to all of the current complexities," he sighed, tightening his grip on the steering wheel.

My mind raced, my heart