Previously:
Dad laughed at Paul who was on the ground still looking at me. "Al ritorno in su. piuttosto per favore. Paul?"
"I'm sorry what?"
Rolling my eye's I said "I said 'Come back up. pretty please. Paul?'"
"Oh, okay. No more yelling though"
"Promise"
Then he sat on the lounge, everyone laughing at him. He jumped as I layed on him.
I looked at him strangely. "Never can be to sure, right?"
"Paul" I groaned as he parked in an empty field. "I'm not going to kill myself and you. I'm not getting into that front seat"
"You won't kill me, and I wouldn't let anyone hurt you or yourself. You're to important to me. And if this was any danger to you I wouldn't allow it. Now stop stalling and get into the front please" He said getting out.
"Technically Paul, I am in the front. And I'm not sitting there. No way" There is no way I'm going to nearly die in a car again. I'm lucky I have the will power to actually get in here.
"Come on Lizzie. Just do it." Paul smiled opening my door, giving me his puppy dog eye's. Asshole is making me melt.
"Fine! But I'm not happy about it" Then glaring at him I spoke "Pushy stronzo, se muoio vado a tormentarlo!" (pushy asshole, if I die I'm going to haunt him!)
Getting in the front I turned to look at Paul. "Yeah, now what? I'm in the god damned seat, what else do you want?" I growled.
"Turn the key"
So doing that I turned the key.
After 10 minutes Paul was already annoyed. "Fuck sake Elizabeth! It's not that fucking hard to drive a car!"
As he yelled at me I felt the tears coming on as I started yelling back, maybe I should just talk Italian altogether! That way the asshole won't understand a word I would say. "Well it is when your grandmother and yourself got into a fucking car crash when I was just five years old, nearly dieing from it! You insensitive prick! When ever I look at the steering wheel I seet the head lights of that fucking truck!" And like that I slammed the door getting out and started walking away from him. I'm never getting behind the wheel of a car again! Ever. I don't give a fuck anymore. He can yell at me as much as he wants to! But as I started walking further away from him he grabbed my arm, pulling me into a hug. My arm's to my side, motioning to him that I am pissed of at him, he side. "I'm sorry Liz. I didn't know. And I didn't mean to yell at you. I was just annoyed. Come on let's just get back to the house, huh? Or we could go some where. Any where you want"
"I want to sleep" I said, a yawn escaping my lips, and like that Paul picked me up bridal style without any effort at all. And I fell asleep right away from sleepless nights.
Yeah, short chapter. I know. But is anyone reading?