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He smacked my ass and came down from the bed. I refrained myself from attacking him. I snuggled under the covers, already missing his warmth. There was a crash from the next room.
“Tristan?” I called, sitting up. I looked around, but he wasn’t in the room.
Another loud crash from his room, and it made my heart jump. I got down from the bed as another crash followed. I ran out of the room. Morris was already running up the stairs.
I opened the door and saw him smashing a painting on the floor. He looked very angry. My jaw dropped when I saw, like, a dozen of the paintings hanging on his wall. They were all identical. It was a cute painting of tiny infant feet in a heart shape. His room hadn’t had any paintings. How had these gotten here?
“Tristan?”
He was a completely different person as he broke the painting. Morris entered the room and looked horrified.
“Oh my, who … I will get rid of them right away, sir.” Morris looked confused as he ran around.
“Take it all away!” he screamed, throwing the one in his hand across the room.
I stood close to the bed, not knowing what to say. Why was he scared of the paintings? He was obsessed with them.
“Take them away. Get them out of here!” He covered his eyes with his shaky hands, breathing heavily.
I walked to him and wrapped my arms around him. He stilled at first.
“Chloe?” He sounded like he hadn’t known I was in the room. He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me, almost squeezing me.
I could hear his heartbeat. It was beating so fast, but it didn’t take long for it to return to normal.
CHAPTER28
DARKNESS
Isipped the bottle of water in my hand, wishing the bottle wouldn’t go empty.
It felt so awkward, sitting here and not knowing anything Adrian and Tristan were talking about.
Morris walked into the living room; he looked a bit nervous. I wanted to give him a hug. He’d been busy taking care of the paintings and the mess Tristan made in his room.
“The CCTV was tampered with. There’s no recording of last night or this morning,” he said calmly, like someone would hit him if he rushed his words.
“Whoever put those paintings in my room has to be familiar with this house,” Tristan said.
“Or you have a stalker,” Adrian said, leaning back on his seat.
“For Christ’s sake, it’s been five years.” Tristan groaned, running a hand through his hair.
He was clearly agitated, and I wished they would fill me in on what was happening. I hated when people kept me guessing. My curious mind just wanted to be satisfied.
“Don’t tell my mom about this,” Tristan warned Morris before dismissing him.
I waited for them to explain it to me, but they just glanced at me and carried on with their conversation.
“I think you should increase the security around here,” Adrian suggested.
“The last thing I need right now is to return to rehab,” Tristan mumbled, sounding scared.
Adrian’s phone vibrated on the table; he took a glance at his screen and smiled.
“Sorry, I have to leave. Call me if anything comes up. Bye, Chloe.” He stood up and headed for the front door.
“Bye.” I waved.
