Personal Narrative: A Short Story

The exact moment I sat down in the car his chiseled jawline tightened, and his brown eyes flashed heat waves at me. I could see his white knuckles as he held onto the steering wheel. I had a lump in my throat that felt like I swallowed a golf ball. My hands were shaking and my eyes were blurry from holding back tears, but somehow I managed to get my seatbelt on while he put the car in drive. I really didn’t want to talk, but I felt like I had to say something so I asked “How was your day?” He mumbled something under his breath back to me, and I couldn't understand it but the final hiss in his voice warned me about his feelings. I retreated back into my seat and decided it would be best to look out the window. It was 5:00 in the afternoon, if I lived in a city it would have been rush hour, but I didn’t live in a city… all that surrounded me was the open road ahead and trees that appeared to be moving backwards as we cruised by. …show more content…
My legs began to stick to leather I was sitting on my hands to try and create a barrier. I was feeling really sick and dizzy, but I was trying to focus on the road ahead. Instead my eyes kept wandering over to his side of the car. He was still tense, but I could see some color coming back into his knuckles. I thought this is a good sign, maybe I’ll be able to tell him what actually happened. I couldn’t bring myself to do it though. The lump in my throat was still there and I don’t think I could have choked out the words if I wanted too. We just sat there in silence the tension in the air around us was so thick you could probably cut it with scissors. I was only getting warmer so I tried to crack my window for fresh air, but it was locked. Even though he could see my pushing the button he didn’t move to unlock them. Instead his hands just hung on to the wheel. As I looked up I noticed that the trees were flying by so fast they were a