“Here we go,” Tristan mumbled as he pushed through his front door.
I was met with a beautifully decorated foyer that really impressed me. A huge chandelier hung above me, and the carpets were clean and beautifully decorated. He led me further into the house, where we appeared in his living room.
I wasn’t surprised, having seen the foyer, I knew this wouldn’t be different. It all looked bigger than I assumed from the outside, but it was surprisingly spacious.
“Thank you” I told him as he helped me shrug my coat off. I continued to take in every corner of the room.
“You have a beautiful home “ I finally told him after recovering from my shock. Hell, it was even nicer than my house.
“Thank you.
I gazed out the window as I nibbled on my lower lip, unsure of what to do in that moment.I haven't been to this place since I was a child, and even after Sheldon's death, I didn't even bother to show up. I felt dead inside, even more than the people in the ground here. The raindrops splashed against the window like a rhythmless song to my ears, as it blurred most of my vision towards the deserted cemetery.I gazed down at my black dress, unsure why I chose to wear such a colour today, but I concluded that it was merely my subconscious forcing me to mourn.I didn't
"I don't like it." I groaned, throwing down the fifth dress I've tried on since evening. It was finally my date with Tristan, and my dad bought me eight dresses the day we went shopping. I have no clue why, but he insisted on getting me them. But no matter how beautiful each dress was, I didn't like how any of them looked on me. Maybe it was just my nerves that got the best of me, and I wanted to look good for him. Despite the fact that I have been living with him for a whole week and we meshed well, I couldn't shake the nerves of this first date. At his house we kept things somewhat friendly, but tonight could be the start of something new. "Cianna you look great" Emily chirped holding up a royal blue and black dress. "You looked great in all of them" I sighed, plop
First date? Success.I never thought that one human being could make me feel exhilarated, calm, special and beautiful all in one night. My tummy hurt from all the laughing I did, not to mention the food that filled it too. Conversation with him was light, easy and very interactive.He actually allowed me to speak too, and that meant a lot to me. On dates I've had in the past, men usually talked the whole time about themselves, simply because they wanted to impress me. But in reality, I only am impressed when I see the true nature of someone instead of what they portray falsely in order to get what they want. I did a crash course in psychology, so I could see right through them.
Just putting it out there, this is a very mature chapter, all of it. So if you're not interested in smut, you can skip here. You'll know what happened so don't worry about missing anything⚠️Enjoy!***He pushed me against the door as my legs circled around his waist. He hoisted me higher, using one hand to hold my head while the other rested on my thigh, momentarily digging his fingers in as he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.I ravished myself in the feeling of having him so ne
I stretched with a satisfied sigh when the warmth of a hard but comfortable pillow welcomed me, with the sun beaming through my window.The comfort of waking up with Tristan was more than I expected, but I dared not to shift, not wanting to wake him too. From the look of outside, I could see that it was probably well after seven in the morning, giving us a few more minutes in bed.I took the chance to really ogle his beautiful sleeping features. He looked so sweet with his lips slightly parted, and the light stubble that spread across his cheeks gave him a more mature look. He had his eyebrows a bit scrunched as if he was thinking in his sleep, and I couldn't help but giggle at the thought. Even
My phone rang for the umpteenth time since I left that hospital room, but I couldn't get a good chance to answer Tristan or my dad, since I was too busy answering a ton of questions being thrown at me by staff members.I frowned slightly when I saw that it was my dad who was calling. I had no idea how he might've heard about what happened so quickly, but I assumed that Tristan called him when I didn't answer his seven calls. Tristan was on his way here anyways, so at least he would actually see that I was okay. Well, physically at that."Dad?" I mumbled in the phone while I sat on the edge of an open ambulance outside the hospital's entrance.
I yawned with a stretch as my eyes fluttered open. I patted the spot beside me, feeling only the ruffles of empty sheets instead of the hard chest of the man I fell asleep beside.A frown pulled on my lips as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, seeing that it was 3:09 am. Confusion dawned on me as I thought of all the places where he might've gone.I grabbed my robe from the chair close to bed, wrapping it around my naked body as I ventured towards the exit of Tristan's room. I was still very much tired, but I knew I wouldn't be able to find sleep again until I knew where he was.
I drove in silence all the way to the station.I was still too caught up in almost dying--again, and the fact that my mom--who I haven't seen in years, was the one who saved me.After she saved me and I recognized her, we hadn't said a word all the time until the police arrived to take my attempt murderer away.I was disappointed to see that Tristan didn't arrive with the squad, but instead his partner came and he wasted no time in asking me a tonne of unnecessary questions AGAIN, as if I wasn't the one who got attacked.I then called Tristan, and I learnt that he was out of office away on a lead when I called in the emergency, so he wasn't informed about the incident. Pissed he was; pissed at his partner, pissed at Mia and sadly pissed at himself for miraculously not knowing.He beat himself up too much. I conv
Bangkok Thailand. I couldn’t believe I was actually looking at the beautiful city, just like I dreamed. The view from where I stood in my hotel room was breathtakingly marvelous. I could see the tiny people as they ventured to their various places of business or leisure, and hundreds of vehicles as they roamed the city. The gleaming rays of sunlight burning through the body length window didn’t even phase me. I loved the warmth that it gave my every nerve, and the wonderful feeling of tranquility of it all. It was everything I imagined, and I was glad I got the chance to live it with the man of my dreams. I remember around two years ago when Tristan and I went on our first date, I told him that it had always been a dream of mine to visit this beautiful place. Turns o
Song for final chapter: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding *** ~~~~ Hey Cianna. If you're seeing this, it means I finally had the courage to send the letter I rewrote about a hundred times because you wont answer my calls or texts. So here we are, going back to good ol' letters. Well if you hadn't already crushed this paper and you are still reading, then um, thank you. I just wanted to make a few things clear. I didn’t like how things ended between us Cianna, so you had to know the truth.
"All rise for the Honorable Judge Hamilton" The officer recited in a monotone voice as a man in a black gown entered. We all stood as he sat, and I could get a better look at my dad and Larry at the front. As if feeling my gaze, he turned to meet my eyes, and I involuntarily looked away as my anxiety rose. We both knew that today was the day. He would go away in prison forever, and I will never see him free again. I had cried on my way here, and Tristan was with me all the way. Gosh what would I do without him? I loved him so much that words couldn’t even tell. My mom, Emily and even Jessica were here for support too, and I cou
"Are you sure about this?" Tristan asked, gently rubbing my back. With a deep breath, I nodded. My dad did something terrible, and I knew that. I was upset with him and he still needed to pay dearly for his crimes, despite how much I love him. He was my best friend. He taught me so much in life, and I couldn’t think that he would betray every good moral that he had ever taught me like this. But deep down, I knew that if this was the only way to close the case fully before his trial date, then I had to do it. He'd be upset with me, but he was the only one who brought this upon himself. "Yes. I'm sure" I decided, taking the phone from him with shaky hands. He rubbed my back with a gentle smile as I dialed the number. Sean
NOTE: Chapter contains mature content. Just a little bit.Happy reading!***"Mom can you get me more painkillers on your way back?""Okay sweetie. Remember to rest!" My mom bellowed as she went through the front door. I've gotten so used to her being here, that I even forgot that this was temporary. She didn’t even seem like she was making an effort to try and get back to her husband.But oddly I didn’t mind. I hated what had been going on in my life, especially with my dad, so
My legs shook in anticipation as I waited in the car. It was my dad's bail hearing, but I just knew I couldn’t go inside. His lawyer and old friend, Larry, greeted me before they went in, and he actually assured me that my dad would be okay and he'll do all he can to get him free. But that was the issue. Did I want him to be free? Of course I missed my dad and wished that everything could go back to normal like this never happened, but something did happen. And if he really killed those people, no matter how much I loved him, he can't walk free.
It has been twelve days since I got stabbed. Twelve days since Mia died, and Twelve days since my dad committed a crime that landed him in jail. Contrastly, it has been five days since I've been discharged from the hospital. Five days telling myself that I wasn’t going to visit my dad, and five days since I've spoken to Tristan. I hated myself for avoiding him like this. I knew he wasn’t to blame for any of this. I wanted him so damn much to hold me, tell me everything will be okay, but anytime I saw my phone blazing up with a call from him, I didn’t pick it up. I only spoke to him once to get my dog back that he kept for me wh
"So I see the tables have turned." A voice broke me from my debate with my mom and Tristan, and I spun around so fast that my back erupted in pain again.Nonetheless, it didn't concern me, because I only beamed at the woman as she waltzed in with yet another bouquet of flowers."Jessica!" I practically screamed as she gave me a quick hug. She looked good for the most part, and I was glad to see that the bullet wound wasn't keeping her down. It's so odd how a couple weeks ago, this was her."Hey I'm so glad you're awake. When I heard the news I was crushed.""It's okay Jess. I'm okay. And thank you for the third bouquet of flowers" I chuckled as I placed the bundles of lilies besi
My throat felt like the Sahara Desert as I felt my toes twitch. The enhanced sound of a constant beeping was almost deafening to my ears, and my nose twitched under the strong smell of hand sanitiser and bleach. My eyes felt glued shut as I tried to open them, and I noticed it felt like days since I've used any of my senses. I tried to shift, tried to move, but a sharp pain in my lower back and waist sent me in a stiffened, still state. I heard myself wince, which only sent more unwanted dry air to my parched throat. I erupted into a series of coughs, and I heard a low gasp near by me as I finally forced my eyes open. The first thing I was met with was a bright, white tiled roof. My vision was then invaded by a woman's face and brown curls. I blinked a few times to get my vision clearer, a