Chapter 8

Aiden gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. The road stretched out before him, disappearing into the distance, but his mind was consumed by the argument that had just erupted between us.

“I will drop you off at my parent’s house,” he announced, his voice filled with frustration.

I stared out the window, my gaze fixed on the passing scenery. The words hung heavily in the air, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. My heart sank as I realized where this was heading.

“No, then you can drop me off at the docks,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. “At least no one will judge me.”

Aiden suddenly turned his face to look at me, his eyes burning with anger. The intensity of his gaze made me flinch, but I refused to back down.

“Are you fucking serious now?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with disbelief. “I didn’t judge you. I’ve told you how many times that you are the only one that judges your own actions. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and fucking act like an a