DESIRED (BWWM)

Being Selfish Feat My Mother

Elijah^^
Renee's pov

★Mordant★
[Biting or sarcastic in thought or manner]
★MOR-dunt★

Being in the same car with my mother and Elijah is torturous and I can't stand to look at both of their faces.

Well if I'm being honest with myself I won't look at Elijah's face because I'm scared shitless and I don't want to think about what he'll do if he catches me staring.

I bite down the urge to kick the back of my mothers seat as a wave of anger passes through me. I have to leave my home because she decided to act like an adolescent on steroids. Sighing, I count to ten and keep my face towards the window, watching as the town I grew up in fades away behind me.

                       ***
"Renée we're here!"
My mother shouts in a loud childish squeak and I resist the urge to cover my ears but settle on rolling my eyes instead as I open the car door and step outside.

The January air is cold as it hits my skin, causing me to shiver and I wrap my arms around myself to create warmth.

"Are you cold?" Elijah questions in a gruff voice but I don't answer. My mother is married to him that doesn't mean I have to like it.

"I asked you a question piccola ragazza," He says in a low voice and I swallow my saliva and train my eyes to the side of his head ignoring him. His jaw ticks and his eyes narrow.
(Translation: little girl)

I guess he's not accustomed to people ignoring him.

He scowls at me and opens his mouth to probably curse me out for breathing the same air as him but doesn't get the chance to because his phone starts ringing.

He ignores the call, continuing to stare at me for a while with a tick in his jaw before finally pressing the answer button and motioning for us to follow him inside. I take a deep breath and swallow my fake bravado before following them inside.

My mouth drops when my eyes land on the beautiful decor and we're only in the lobby.

Without a doubt I know that it's stupid expensive to live in a building like this.
Elijah leads us to the elevator and soon enough we're going up to the very first floor and the crappy music that all elevators seem to have begins to play.

My breathing becomes irregular as irrational fears start to plague my mind.

Oh shit. Oh no.

I slowly bring my hands to my chest and close my eyes as I take deep breaths. There's no telling when I'll have an anxiety attack it just happens, it also doesn't help that I'm scared shitless of elevators.

Did I say scared? I mean terrified.

"Are you okay?"
Elijah asks as his blue eyes stare at me intently. I answer him this time but only because I need a distraction.
"Yeah I'm fine I just d-don't like elevators,"  I mutter, mentally cursing myself for stuttering.

I look at my mother and she doesn't seem to notice I'm struggling, she's too busy looking around the elevator with wonder on her face.

Like I said adolescent on steroids.

The elevator dings and I happily push my way out and hungrily breathe in the heavenly non-elevator scented air.  "Are you sure?" he asks again this time griping my arm.

I tug my arm from his hold and glare at him.
"Can we not pretend like you actually care how I'm feeling?"

I snap at him and a muscle in his jaw ticks but he again doesn't say anything, he simply turns around and leads us to a door, opening it with a card and motioning for us to go inside.