#Chapter118
Lana’s POV
The entire trip was spent in silence, awkward silence. The tension was so thick I could almost taste it on the tip of my tongue. Drake was driving alarmingly fast as I watched the trees zip past us in a blur, hesitantly I reached over and touched his arm. He growled menacingly at me.
/"Get your fucking hands off me/"
/"Drake, everything will be fine/" I tell him when he suddenly rips the car to the side of the road, dust and dirt spraying everywhere. /"Get out/" Drake spits at me.
/"What?/"