A/N: I've found that I quite enjoy writing Bryce/Nicole when they're not so nice. The result of passion isn't always pretty but that's part of the fun. Anyway, I'm still chipping away at the drabble challenge, so prod my muse & let me know which you're enjoying the most. Besos! xoxo
Wrath
The fuse had really been lit hours before when they'd argued in the driveway. It had been doused by her guilt and a lingering daze after nearly drowning. But as that lifted and time passed the clarity of the situation struck her.
Now he was telling her about his flashforward. Asking her what she saw. What it must mean. Like she gave a damn. She stopped listening. All the events of the past twenty-four hours tumbled and cascaded in her mind.
She opened her mouth to speak.
It was all about to blow up and he never saw it coming.