As the doorbell rang, I took the lasagne out of the oven.
"Come in!" I called out from the kitches as I put the hot lasagne on the table. I heard how the door opened as Amber and Luke's voices filled the apartment.
"She is so much hotter now," Luke said as they walked towards the kitchen. "CEO of milf". Amber gasped as she threw her coat on my sofa.
"I know right?" she said as they entered the kitchen. "I wouldn't hesitate to marry her if I got the chance.
"Poor Sebastian," I filled in as they looked at me before we greeted each other in a hug. "Ya hungry?". Both Luke and Amber nodded as we sat down at the table. I poured some wine in their glasse as Luke began serving us some of the lasagne.
"This actually looks eatable," Amber said as she viewed the food on her plate. I playfully rolled my eyes and chuckled a little. It has been a few months since the guys and their girlfriends went on tour and I missed them all like crazy. I've been texting Alex, Miles and Jamie everyday and they always sent me pictures of themselves and the stages. I smiled at each picture I got as they forced me to send some too on the new records we'd got to the store every week.
"Clara?" Luke said as he place his hand on mine, making me look up from my plate. My eyes jumped between Amber and Luke as they both looked at me with serious faces. "We gotta talk to you about something". I swallowed the little amount of lasagne in my mouth as Amber and Luke looked at each other.
"It's about you and Tristan," Amber filled in, searching for my eyes. I sighed a little as I put my fork down on the table.
"I don't wanna talk about it," I mumbled shortly before I stood up from the table to fill a can with water.
"C," Luke said. "You know we have to". With my back turned towards them, I placed the van down on the kitchen bench as I rested my body on my hands on the counter of the bench. I sighed before I grabbed the van again and walked back to the table. I sat down with their eyes glued on me. I really wanted to let everything out. Luke and Amber meant the world to me and they have the right to know if anything's wrong.
"Sweetie," Amber said softly as she grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. "You have to leave him". I felt how the tears burned in my eyes and it took all my power to keep them from falling down. They looked at me as Luke placed his hand on ours. Our eyes met and I managed a thankful smile.
"I can't," I mumbled. "He's my comfort". Amber looked down and sighed as Luke squeezed our hands gently.
"Your comfort zone is killing you, darling," Amber let out as the searched for my eyes. And that was when it hit me. I had to leave Tristan. I couldn't hold my tears back anymore. As I looked up to my best friends eyes, I let it all out. All the tears I've been holding on for all those years of hiding finally got free. They already knew a few details about the violence in mine and Tristan's relationship, but it was far from everything.
"He's hurting me," I sobbed as we sat down in the sofa to be able to hug each other. They held me gently as they caressed my hair with their hands.
"You have to let go," Luke said, making me cold inside of the fact. I shook my head and sobbed.
"I-..I love him," I said as I heard how Amber and Luke started crying too. The dinner I've planned was officially ruined by my relationship with Tristan.
"Honey you don't," Amber said as we pulled away to face each other. "He's brainwashing you". Tears were streaming down her eyes, making my heart break into pieces. I hated to see the people I loved the most this broken. And I know that it was all my fault.
One week has passed since the talk with Luke and Amber. I haven't been working much, only visited when I felt like it. My body was feeling all weird and I felt sick everyday. I messaged Tristan an hour ago, telling him that we needed to talk. I was sitting on the little bench at the door, waiting for him to come. As the door opened, I met two green eyes that made my knees week. 'Clara, you have to', I told myself over and over as he walked in.
"Hey babe," he said as he picked my lips. He smiled gently at me as I felt how my eyes started watering. I just couldn't. He noticed my reaction and quickly crouched down in front of me as I sat collapsed on the bench. "What's wrong?". I took a deep breath as I felt how a tear fell down my cheek. I met his eyes and I could tell he was concerned.
"I-," I sobbed as he wiped the tears off my cheek with his thumb. The feeling of his touch send shivers down my spine and I hated myself for instantly feeling comfortable again.
I took a deep breath before I let out:
"I think we need a break"
His eyes widened as he let go of me, standing up again. All the green in his eyes disappeared and got replaced by darkness. I felt how my whole body went cold and started shaking. Fuck. Tristan started laughing, making me look up at him with confusion written all over my face. He pushed his hair back with his hand as he shook his head.
"Are you fucking serious, Clara?!" he yelled, making me froze. "After all this time? And out of nowhere?". I couldn't even look him in the eyes, I just sobbed and felt how I wanted to die.
"Tristan," I let out before he harshly lifted my head up with his hands, forcing our eyes to meet.
"Don't fucking say anything," he said. "Have you been cheating on me or something?!". I looked him desperately in the eyes as I shook my head in chock.
"N-no, Tristan," I said as the tears continued leaving my eyes. "I would never". He let go of my face and rolled his eyes. I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks as he started walking around the hall.
"Why the fuck do you want to break up?" he shouted at me, his voice filled of anger. I sighed as my shoulders started shaking again.
"I didn't say that, Tristan," I sobbed. "I just wanted a break to think for a while". Tristan just looked at me as if I was stupid before he let out a laugh.
"Princess," he said as he got closer to me. I didn't feel comfortable at this point. It was as if Tristan was a serial killer or something. "Either we break up or remain as a the happy couple we are". I felt how I started feeling sick to my stomach as his now dark eyes started into my soul.
"Tristan," I let out as he shook his head. "Please just listen to me". He scoffed a little before he threw his arms out in the air.
"You're fucking unbelievable," he said as he walked towards the door. "I'm done with this". I followed him with my eyes as my heart broke into a million pieces. As he turned around, he got a angry and disappointed smile on his face.
"I hope you fucking hurt, you slut," he said before he slammed the door after himself. I remained on the couch, letting all my emotions out. I didn't know if I was relieved or destroyed, but I instantly felt some weight leave my shoulders.
