The truth

Sophia

The ride from the diner where Kieran ‘picked me up’ to home was silent. Dreadful.

All along, Kieran was squeezing the steering wheel of his SUV; his knuckles were white from the pressure. It was more than obvious how mad he was. Mad at me.

And I? I cried throughout the long ride from one side of the city to the other. Silent tears couldn’t stop running down my cheeks; only a yelp from time to time would break the silence in the car. However, they made Kieran even more enraged, so I tried to swallow each one of them.

We were passing the gate of the estate when I muttered: “I’m sorry.”

I wasn’t sure if he had heard me at all, but the way the car accelerated and halted in front of the house told me he didn’t miss what I said.

Because of a rough ride and a bitter cocktail of emotions mixing up in me, nausea that hadn’t really left me since lunch culminated, and I barely opened the door before I started gagging. But my stomach was already empty; I had nothing to throw up. The next t