Twenty Five

"Are you mad?", I ask him for the third time since we have left Ruarc's house. Sia hasn't spoken to me since then, brooding, eyes fixed on the road before him. I wonder if he stole this car as well. He is driving with only one hand, and the car smelt of Sia, leather and Anita. He doesn't answer, just puts on the radio, to block out my voice. That means he is mad. But he has no right to be! I was simply enjoying myself with Ruarc, just as he was enjoying himself with Anita. Despite the unwanted sound, I still shouted so he could hear my voice over the sound. "Fine. Don't answer me. It's not like I care."

"Get out".

I wince at his harshness. I hadn't even known we had reached the cabin and I get down, my arse asleep. Sia slams the door of the cabin shut, throwing the car keys on the table. I'm guessing he didn't steal it then. Seriously I am pissed with his behaviour.

"Will you stop behaving like a child?", I yell.

He blinks, as if he is surprised I am still talking to him.

"I don't ev