Almost an hour later, we pull into a property. One that looks abandoned.
A farm.
Ryder drives onto it and stops in front of an red, old, shabby-looking ranch style house. It's in desperate need of some TLC. A fresh coat of paint, new window siding, and a blue tarp covers a small portion of the roof. I love around confused. Where are we?
As I continue to look around the dirt and rock covered farm, I notice an old couple sitting on the porch.
Ryder gets out of the car and walks around to me, opening the door.
"Mr. and Mrs. Finnegan!" Ryder yells as he pulls me out the car rather roughly!
I am sick and tired of him grabbing me whenever he feels like he can. I yank my arm from his grasp, removing the itchy sweater and throwing it back into the car. I cross my arm and make a stance to not let him walk all over me! Ryder glares at me and grabs the sweater from the car, throwing it at my face. My mouth drops.
The nerve!