RUBBY

My nose flared in anger. How dare he ask him not to show remorse? Does he even care?

"Why are you kneeling!" Alex shouted again, even the driver was confused.

The veins in his head had all popped out now, he was more annoyed than he had been the entire week.

The driver muttered a please and stood up.

"Get in the car, we aren't home yet."

Before he could enter the car, too, I held him back.

"What's this supposed to mean? Have you no conscience? How dare you? He tried to kill ...