Angel from hell

I sat back in the leather car seat and let out a sigh.
"Long day?" Andy asked.

"You have no idea."

And then it went silent again. I was so tempted to tell him but, I knew I needed to wait. I needed to get my thoughts straight. I needed to find a way to explain this to him.

"You look... Exhausted." He finally said, breaking the silence.

"Thanks." I said sarcastically.

"No, I just mean... That.. Um I hope you're okay." He totally just changed the subject. I noticed his hand. It was shaking on the steering wheel. His eyes were red and puffy. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but.. I couldn't... I wouldn't...

"Andy what's wrong?" Oh did I mention that I'm a nosy bitch that doesn't listen to my thought? No? Okay then.

"N-nothing. I'm fine. Trevor I have to tell you something."

"Yes?"

"I was looking through my song book earlier." Tears stung my eyes. Holy fuck was this happening? "And I found this one song from when I was like 14. The title was "The abused" I looked through the lyrics and this was one of the lines, "She's crying for help, her mothers on the floor, her daddy's kicking her more and more." That decribes your life so much." He started laughing ," what a coincidence."
This... This is so fucking weird. Is this telepathy. Did we predict our fucking futures!

just then we arrived at my house. And without even saying goodbye to Andy, I basically jumped out of his car and ran into my house. I was confused. So, so confused.

Notes

Okay just a small filler!