Nyala
If you were to ask me how long I was seated in the car, heading to God knows where, I wouldn't be able to answer. My eyes were fixed on one spot: the window. I couldn't bring myself to utter a word or even cast a look in his direction. He had been speaking and swearing through the phone, but all that didn't move me. I was sure it wouldn't end well for the person on the other end.
“We have barely fifty minutes left to arrive at the our destination. I want to clarify a few things to you,” I heard his voice, directed toward me. I still didn't shift my eyes from the window.
“I'm sure I'm talking to a human being, not a mute.” He continued, still no reaction from me.
“When I'm talking, I expect your full attention,” he snapped, and suddenly, I was yanked forward by a very annoyed Ala
