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“Thank you.”
I lay on the bed with different thoughts in my head. Adrian walked in with the wheelchair. He beamed softly, indenting his deep dimples. I gave him an annoyed look and allowed him to help me into the wheelchair.
I didn’t see Tristan when we came out. We drove back to his place without him. Adrian tried conversing, but I ignored him. I was quiet the whole ride, tangled in my thoughts and wondering how the hell I’d ended up like this.
Adrian took me upstairs when we arrived. Morris trailed behind him with the wheelchair. Honestly, I preferred to be carried around than being pushed around in a wheelchair.
“Would you like anything?” he asked, gently placing me on the queen-size bed.
A time machine to go back and not attend the wedding or any wedding ever again, I wanted to say.
“To be left alone,” I said, lying on the bed. I sighed as he closed the door.
Where did that asshole gone? What am I still doing here?
My plan at the hospital was to get a pregnancy test and mail the result to my family. I couldn’t blame them for their decision. I wanted to show I wasn’t who Ciara had painted me to be. I had grown from that girl from years ago. I still needed my family even if they weren’t the best version of what one would call a family.
I didn’t know what to do anymore. I was exhausted, and my head was hurting so bad. I wished Vina were here to give me a hug and hype me up for trashing Tristan’s place.
I wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks and stared at my room; it looked like a luxurious hotel suite. The smell of lavender in the air was comforting. The bed was wide, and the tall glass wall had a picturesque view from where I lay. There was a blue velvet couch at the end of the room and a walk-in closet next to the bathroom. A dressing table stood across the room with a tall mirror resting on the wall. A small desk was next to the nightstand. The walls were bare, except the large screen TV mounted on the wall opposite the bed.
I couldn’t stay here, but again, I had nowhere to go, and my broke ass wouldn’t be able to accommodate me for one night in a hotel. I wasn’t prepared to live on my own, to handle the bills and adult responsibilities. This was not how I’d planned to leave home. I still had a lot to learn.
I buried my face in the pillow and cried. I screamed into the puffy pillow, punching it like it could ease my pain. I cried deeply, to the point that I started gasping for air. I heard a knock on the door, but I ignored it. I kept sobbing until I went to sleep.
The loud knockfrom the background woke me up with a frown. I was ready to yell at Ciara to get lost when I took in my surroundings, and everything came flashing back, like a movie. I asked the person knocking to come in. Tristan walked in with a small gift bag. I groaned and rolled my eyes.
“What do you want?” I questioned, already irritated by his presence.
“Did you sleep well?”
“I did until you ruined it,” I said.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, gesturing to my feet.
“Like you care.” I sighed while sitting up.
“You’re my responsibility now.”
I scoffed at his statement.
“Sorry I broke your phone. I got you a new one.” He pointed to the nightstand.
I picked up the gift bag from the corner. It had my old SIM card too. I brought out the new phone and examined it.
“Thank you,” I said, feigning excitement.
I threw the new phone across the room, and I studied his expression. He sighed softly, mumbling something before looking up to meet my angry eyes. I stared at him, wishing I could read his mind. I badly wanted to understand the situation.
“You don’t like it?”
“A phone is the least of my problems right now, Tristan.”
“I know,” he said, taking a seat on the bed. “I guess you can’t really judge a book by its cover. This was not what I was expecting when I approached you.”
“Took you twenty-eight years of your life to learn that?” I sneered.
He was silent as he stared at my bandaged feet like it was a unique design he was seeing for the first time.
