Y/n's POV:
"Shawn it's one weekend," i complain, throwing my head back against the head rest on the seat, "you can't just last one damn weekend?"
I turn my head slightly to see his face softly illuminated by dim streetlights guiding our path down the road, his grip on the steering wheel turning his knuckles yellow.
"Sorry y/n but I don't think having to deal with your ass of a dad is fun, he doesn't even like me," shawn growls, never taking his eyes off the road, the muscles covering him are more tense than ever.
"That doesn't even matter!" All the anger building between us for the past 20 minutes make a lump make a home in my throat, threatening tears, "His opinion is nothing shawn. Besides it's not like we can turn around we're halfway there." My hand makes its way to my hair and I run my fingers through the tangles.
"I didn't say we were turning back," he fumes, glaring at me and breathing heavily.
"Then don't take all your anger out about my family on me, I'm not my dad. If I'm being honest your attuitude is shitty."
That sent him off, his jaw clenching, and his eyes darting frantically, trying to contain himself rather than explode.
The tears get let go from all the overwhelming anger that bubbled up inside me, sadly this hasn't been the first time we've faught over something this small.
"You know what," he sighs, being utterly pissed off with me, "i don't need more bull shit y/n, getting it from your parents is one thing but from you is just rediculous."
Those words probably hurt more than they should've, I shouldn't feel so hurt but I do and it's like my emotions are ripping me from the inside out. I will not stand to be compared to my parents, I don't care what he thinks.
"If i can put up with your bull shit you can put up with mine!" I scream, leaning as far away from him as i can in the tight car space, "and don't you dare talk to me about being rediculous."
Silence.
No remark back.
No uncomfortable shift in his seat.
Just quiet, and that scares me more than ever, shawns never quiet.
"Hey," i say softly with my voice cracking, wiping away my tears.
I get the same emotionless reaction and it's so quiet I can hear the car tires run on the road, "shawn, hey listen to me," my efforts show no effect, getting me emotional all over again.
"Please shawn." I sniffle and place my hand on his forearm, something that used to calm him down, but now does nothing.
"I'm sorry," i squeak trying to make up for what I said, even if he may be more in the wrong than I am.
Silence between us has always bothered me in more than one way, in every way, and I never want to experience this more than I need too.
Giving up, I look out the window and see the soft rain has turned into sleeting ice, making me beyond nervous.
"We'll find a hotel," i say looking at the side of his face pleadingly, not sure if he is registering how desperate I am to get safe, "i don't like you driving in this weather."
Still nothing and I begin to shake, out of frustration, out of worry, out of literally anything you could possibly think of, I'm worried about it.
Bright headlights shine in my eyes coming towards us, practically blinding me, and shawn as well. I think nothing of it until I feel our car beginning to swerve due to the ice making a layer on the road.
"Y/n," shawn says frantically, trying to control the steering wheel.
"Shawn what's going on," i begin to cry, fear never being so present than now.
"I love you,"
And then there's a crash that sounds more like ringing.
And a scream not from my mouth.
And black that doesn't let light in.
I may have been stuck with a silence, but nothing could be worse than a dead one.
________________________________________~you're all adorable little munchkins
~Leah
