His Way

Napkins

His chest was hard and firm, but surprisingly comfortable, My body was melted into his side and I loved how I fit so perfectly against his body.

He was sleeping, his eyes shut and his head pressed against the window, but his arm still wrapped around me.

I noticed he never usually slept, only when I slept with him.

I had been awoke about an hour, I figured it was early morning, since I watched the sun rise.

It was now cloudy as all you could hear was the rain trickling down the window.

I jumped startled as Alfios phone began vibrating against my thigh.

I leaned away as his eyes immediately shot open, slightly scaring me as he stared off for a few seconds not moving.

It was like he was never slept, he didn't look groggy, not even a eye booger in sight.

He looked at me for a few seconds, blankly, making it feel like an eternity.

He looked away grabbing his phone and bringing it up to his ear.

"Di che cosa hai bisogno." He said into the phone, his voice was slightly raspy, but I could sense the anger more than anything else.

I'd be pissed too if I barely got any sleep as it is and my phone constantly wakes me up.

This was what, the third time?

He hung up without saying another word.

"What happened?" I asked awkwardly, not usually asking any questions about the business he does.

"It was nothing." He said completely blowing me off as he began typing away on his phone.

"I see shit never changes with you." I said and slid all the way over to the other side of the car.

One minute we were doing better and the next we're back where we started. I don't understand him.

I was so tired of arguing and debating with him.

He ignores me not even responding to my previous comment, so I continued.

"I thought you were going to start telling me everything that happens ." I said with my eyebrows furrowed, as I began shaking my leg up and down in annoyance.

"If I told you everything , you'd be dead." He said, my mouth slightly parting in shock at his bluntness.

It took me a minute to respond as I was a bit taken back at his response.

"I'll tell you what I see fit." He continues not looking up at me even once, meanwhile I was staring daggers into the side of his head.

Why fucking why does this man always find a way to piss me off, I was convinced this was all a game to him.

Of course I have to play along.

"You know what, don't tell me anything." I said calmly turning my head away from him and out the window instead.

I balled my fist together tightly, taking a calm deep breath, trying so hard to control my inner demon.

I focused on the scenery, the countless trees we were passing by and the gas stations we'd pass every 30 minutes.

I felt proud as I felt myself began to relax, my body becoming less tense.

You got this, I thought, giving myself my daily reassurance.

I was so unhappy with myself, my behavior and attitude, so of course I had to tell myself that a couple times a day.

I furrowed my face in confusion as we pulled into a run down diner, a 24 hour sign flickering on and off as it hung on the glass door.