Landmine - Post Malone

24

"I am going," she attacks him as soon as he climbs in. "Nope," he mumbles, popping the p to drive home his stance on the matter as he starts up the truck.

"Austin! I -"

"No."

"Stop just saying No!"

"I said nope too. No, nope, uh-uh, not a fucking chance. Pick one."

"Stop that! At least give me a full explanation!"

"No is a full explanation."

"Austin! I am going!"

"There is one bar in this town, girl. You have lost your dam mind if you think I will allow you to hang out there alone."

"Excuse me? Allow me?"

"You heard me."

"Oh, I heard you. Who the hell do you think you are? I wasn't asking, Austin. I was telling you. I am going!"

"We shall see," he mumbles with a shrug as he heads out of town. "We shall see! You overbearing oaf!" Dillon shouts and then huffs back in her chair as she sulks. We shall see? We shall see? Who the fuck does he think he is? We shall see! Dillon will not be controlled like this. She is going tonight and he will just have to accept it. She is not his dam prisoner and she is getting tired of him practically holding her hostage. She will never speak to him again if he stops her from going.

He slows down and then turns into his ranch. He says nothing, and Dillon feels herself grow more angry by the second. She is not going to sit here and be ignored by him. If he wants to get his point across he needs to speak and no is not a full explanation in her books.

"Stop the truck, Austin."

"No."

"Stop this truck or I will jump out with it still rolling forward. You know I will."

"Calm yourself."

"Last chance," she warns, curling her fingers around the door handle and pulling on it then holding it when the door clicks open slightly. She watches Austin's jaw clench, and then he slows the truck down until it eventually stops.

"Why are we stopping, girl?" he asks turning to face her with his face set in a heavy frown.

"Because I am taking a stand and making a point."

"If your point is to drive me insane, it's fuckin' workin'."

She glares at him and pushes the door gently so it opens a little more. "I ain't playin' your game, Dillon," he warns in a low growl. She keeps her glare on him and places her foot on the door then pushes it wide open slowly. "Girl...you are playin' with fire," he hums. "I want a full explanation as to why I can't go," she warns him. Austin's jaw clenches, and his eyes widen in his now ever-growing anger at her not just following his orders. She knows words don't come easy to him, but he needs to start learning and fast. When his mouth does not move, she rolls her eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh. "Fine. I will be walking back to the trailer," she says unclicking her seat belt.

"Don't you dare get out of this fuckin' truck?"

"Watch me," she snips then hops out. "For fucks sake," she hears Austin hiss. So she rolls her eyes again and starts walking. "Can we please not do this again," Austin says, sighing as he climbs out of the truck and slams his door shut a little harder than he needs to. "I refuse to stay in a truck that I am being ignored in," she says over her shoulder while Austin lets out another tired sigh. They are doing it the hard way, but she is not the problem here.

"I was not ignoring you, Dillon."

"You were not talking."

"I never talk."