110. Don't Tell Me About It

Abby’s POV

He slammed the door before he left. Damn, is he always mad at me? I went outside with him and chased him until he got to the garage. I've tensely crossed my arms over my chest and given him the cold shoulder.

"No, you're not going anywhere! Let's talk!"

He looked at me with arched eyebrows and took a step toward me. I swallowed hard and took a step back, saying, "I just want to talk to you, I don't want to fight!"

He did not move and kept pressing his body against mine, then gave him a stern look.

"Do you want to kill me right now? or to put a gun to my head?"

“Jesus! Is that what you think about me?” he let go of me, and went back to his car, then I sighed softly. “Hey…is not what I think about you, okay? I just want you and I talk…you don’t have to be mad at me all the time…”

He glanced at my direction, “I’m not mad at you, Abby! I’m upset!”

My eyelid lit up, “H-huh? you are?”

His face blushed as I asked him softly and he got into his car, and drove away. I didn’t m