I scream at the windshield, gripping the steering wheel so hard it makes my fingers throb. Slamming on the accelerator, I fly down the highway, needing as much distance as possible to get clarity. Dominick has always had a way with getting under my skin. I like to compare him to a rash one would get from a shady toilet seat. He leaves me irritated and desperate for a shower. Today, he pushed the invisible line that has been drawn between us since I joined the band. Over the last few months, he and I have had a great silent agreement. He stays out of my way and I pretend he doesn’t exist. It has worked rather well, if you ask me. That is, until today, when the asshole decided to do something ‘nice’ and help me carry my bags to my car. I have no desire to make nice with him. Call it impolite or bad manners, but I see no reason for me to be courteous to the bastard and pretend I have anything for him other than a very strong hatred and an intense desire to relocate his junk from between his legs to between his eyes.
What do You think about Punishing Me (Shaft On Tour #6)?
