Hear Me

Stephen continuously drives around.

He never stops talking despite my silence.

He asks where I live every once in a while.

He doesn't deserve to know.

He drives by my old house.

Clearly, I don't live there anymore.

He parks the car in the driveway.

Everyone but him seems to know about my financial issues.

A man opens the door.

Not anyone Stephen's familiar with.

Stephen quickly makes our escape.

What a moron.

I tell him to drop me off at the nearest bus stop.

Breaking my silence.

He smiles at me and then tells me no.

So pointless.

I glare silently at him.

But I really want to scream at him.

I hate him.