𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔

Chapter |31| The Past Meets The Present

K I A R A ' S   P.O.V

I stood there, gawking at the doorway like an idiot. Completely and utterly frozen, my body refused to move, my brain refused to function and I couldn't even remember how to form words anymore.

It was like the universe had it in for me, and the moment I find a spark happiness, a tiny glimmer of light, something or someone just has to take it away.

This time I was the one who stupidly took it away. I was the one who put it out because I was an idiot.

I should have been more careful, I should have known, I should have done more.

Knowing that I was hanging out with Aaron and seeing him claim me as his are two completely different things. So different that I've destroyed the friendship I fought so hard to salvage.

All because he saw. Tristan saw us.

"Princess, Princess," Aaron's melodic voice broke me back to reality. Tessa was now in-front of me, speaking whilst clutching my hand in concern, yet her words were inaudible.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Focus," Aaron whispered soothingly, cupping my face and forcing me to look at him. I was gasping for air, panicking as my lungs felt like they were about to collapse at any moment now. "Breathe Princess," I followed his instructions, feeling the weight on my chest slowly being lifted off.

"He saw us." I murmured, my voice wavering as my lip quivered. "He saw us Aaron."

"You want to go to him." He didn't even ask, he knew. He knew how much I needed to see Tristan, how much pain we were both in.

"He needs me." I stated.

"What if I need you too? What if I need you more?" I quickly grabbed his face with my hands.

"You have me, but I just need ten minutes with him. For there to be an us, I have to talk to Tristan." He didn't reply, nor did her speak, as I slowly backed away and walked out the room.

The club had seemed to get even busier as the night went on, making my search for Tristan, all the more difficult. Once I finally made it to the exit, I pushed past a couple making out, who in turn flipped me off, but I didn't give a fuck.

I needed to find him.

There were grunts and growls coming from the alley behind the club. On instinct, I followed the strange sounds, gasping when I took in the sight before me.

Tristan was slumped on the ground, a large dent in the wall besides him, and he was cradling his bloody and most likely broken hand.

His eyes didn't lift up to meet my solemn expression, instead they were fixed on the empty Diet Coke can that was rolling around on the floor.

I walked over and slid down, ignoring the squelch I felt as I sat on the muddy floor. Reaching out, I touched his hand, only for him to flinch in response. I doubt it was even in physical pain, emotional probably.

"Why were you following me?" The dumbest question I could have possibly have asked, yet I did.

"Your dad wanted me to watch over you both from a distance. I lost you but I found tessa who led me up to that room and..well the rest of history." Of course my dad made him follow us. Why did I think he would actually let me have a normal night out for once?