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“Finally! He speaks!”
Noah kept walking, unphased by my temper tantrum.
“What’s next?” I asked. “A spanking?”
“You mention that a lot, Aria. You must really want it, huh?”
Ignoring me, he strode toward the lobby doors and stepped outside while I dangled over his shoulder. It was raining, I noticed, feeling a light drizzle.
“I drove here. You should at least let me drive the Firebird back home.”
“I don’t give a shit about the car right now.” Noah placed me on my feet, staring at me with fury in his icy gaze. “I’m so unbelievably mad at you. I could pull my hair out!”
I was horrified at the thought.
“Look at you”—he cupped my face—“your eyes are all bloodshot.”
“It’s just weed!”
“Since when did I say it was okay for you to smoke pot? I had a cocaine addiction for years! Do you really want to follow the same path? Are you hell-bent on messing up your life like I had?”
“I wasn’t shooting up or snorting anything!”
“What the hell do you think I was smoking before I turned to coke? It’s a gateway drug!”
“A gateway tohealingif you don’t abuse it!”
Standing next to his Audi, we argued back and forth while a light mist of rain drizzled over us.
“Get in the car,” Noah demanded. “We’re going home.” He looked and sounded less than friendly as he walked to my passenger door and opened it.
“Did you not hear me?”
Loud and clear, master.
“In the car, Aria.Now!”
His angry outburst had knocked some fear in me as I instinctively obeyed him. The stereo came to life as soon as he started the ignition, but he quickly switched it off. The rain was pouring harder, which was weird because normally the forecast in LA was sunny with blue skies. However, that night, I was worried a freak storm was advancing toward us. Noah turned on the windshield wipers before he pulled out on the road.
??
The silence between us was painfully awkward as rain pelted the roof of the car. Ten minutes had passed, and my temperamental father was silent, so I spoke up.
“I don’t want to live with you anymore.”
I waited, hoping he’d say something—anything.
“I want to go back to New York.”
Noah gripped the steering wheel and exhaled harshly.
“I’m grateful for all you’ve done for me, but I think it’s time for me to—”
“Am I that much of a monster? Why do you constantly hold that threat over my head?”
“It’s not a threat. I’m serious.”
Being so close to him seemed to be toxic for both of us.
