The storm
Laura
I stormed off into the room, my fists clenched at my sides. Jake could sit there all night fiddling with that useless phone for all I cared. We were stuck in the middle of nowhere, and I knew there wasn't going to be any service out here. But of course, he wouldn't listen to me, not about the route, not about anything. He never did. I slammed the door behind me, half-expecting him to barge in and yell at me again, but there was only silence. I stayed there for another ten seconds waiting to hear a bang on my door but none came.
I kicked off my shoes and flopped down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The old wood beams looked sturdy enough, but the place had an eerie feel to it, like something out of a horror movie. The rain had calmed, but the weight of the storm still lingered in the air, heavy and oppressive, much like the tension between Jake and me.