His comfort

"Don't start with me now hon. I'm driving,"my dad gritted his teeth and I saw his eyes carefully glancing behind the driver seat, where I am seating uncomfortably. But mom is mom. She's hardheaded like my grandmother.

"And what is the connection of it with driving a car, hon?"she said, voice filled with sarcasm and hate. I didn't really get the reason of their argument. They're somewhat sweet at the party and now, it's like mom knew dad's secret and I'm the clueless one.

"Dad! watch out!"I yelled from the back seat but my father wasn't able to wheeled the car away from the truck. The sudden collision broke the evening silence at the intersection and it was followed by a complete silence.

My body jolted up, my eyes fluttered open as a piercing cry had escaped my lips. I panted a little and Andrew suddenly got up.

Great! I woke him up!