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We spent the afternoon together, watching a movie on my laptop. He left when it started to get dark.
Morris was already back and was fixing dinner. I texted Vina as I waited at the dining table. She had been worried sick about me yesterday, enough that she wanted to come over. She sent a hundred laughing emojis when I told her Adrian had seen my disastrous twerk video.
“Miss Simpson?”
“Yes, Morris?”
“Do you mind going up to call Mr. Sanchester while I set the table?”
“Don’t worry about it. I will call him right away.” I smiled.
“Thank you.”
I skipped up the stairs to his room. I knocked on the door, but no one answered.
“Tristan?”
No answer.
“Are you in there? Can I come in?”
He didn’t answer.
I opened the door and peeped inside; the room was dim. Only the light from the bathroom brightened the room a bit. I heard a grunt, then a bang, another grunt, and more banging.
“Tristan?” I moved slowly toward the direction of the bathroom. My heart was beating so hard.
I froze at the sight in front of me. Terrified wasn’t close to what I felt at that moment.
CHAPTER12
COLD
Ihad my jaw down as I stared at Tristan aggressively punching the mirror in front of him. The cracks on the mirror increased as he punched more. I had never seen him this angry.
He grunted as he sent another punch that shattered the mirror into pieces. I gasped at the sound, but I covered my mouth with my palms, stopping anything from escaping my lips.
My eyes drifted to his bloody knuckles. I could see the cuts, and I knew some pieces of glass were stuck inside, so how was he enduring the pain?
I waited for him to stop since the mirror was broken, but he kept punching the wall. I didn’t know if I should walk in and do something, but what if he decided to punch me? He was blinded by rage right now, and it was terrifying.
He paused and growled. He looked like he was in pain. Not physical pain, but something else. I could see the guilt on his face as he tried to hold himself together. He pushed the broken pieces to the ground and cursed. He ran his fingers through his hair in distress. Mumbling something, he gripped the edge of the counter tightly. Looking down at his knuckles, he hissed in pain.
I made up my mind to leave quietly. I took slow and quiet steps to the bedroom, trying to hold my breath, scared he might hear it and punch the life out of me.
I sighed in relief when I made it outside. Who was I living with? I rushed to my room, but I kept looking over my shoulder to see if Tristan was behind me. I was still freaking out from what I’d just seen.
I locked the door immediately after I was inside. I called Vina, and she picked up on the third ring. I shared everything with her. I trusted her with every cell in my body, and right now, it was important to tell her everything in case I mysteriously died here.
“Hey,” she said tiredly.
“Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah, I was about to say yes to Shawn Mendes.”
I rolled my eyes like she could see me. Her obsession with Shawn Mendes was exasperating.
“Did something happen?” she asked with a yawn.
