In Love With The Enemy: A Love and Hate Story Book #1

27. The family call (Part 1)

Tristan Pov:

"I want you to set up a family dinner and get him to me, as quickly as possible." I said to her and watched how her expression changed on her face.

Just a minute ago, she seemed curious, mad, and maybe even bored. Now though, after telling her this, every single one of those expressions washed away and replaced with what looked like fear.

I asked myself, why was she scared to be around her family, but then gave up when no answer came to my mind. I just stood there and watched her silently, as she was too deep in thought to care about my boring gaze on her.

Thinking she needed space, I averted my eyes away from her and walked out of the room, leaving her alone to deal with whatever's bothering her so much.

I was surprised how it didn't take much to get her to agree, but I know she didn't want anything to do with this plan. I wish I didn't have to make her do this, because it would shatter her fragile heart more, but there was no other choice.

Just because I felt something for her, that I still don't understand yet, it won't change my reality. Bryce needed to be shown who he has messed with, whether he's her brother or not. It has to happen.

Once I left her room, I went back to mine and sat down on the bed. I went through a few new messages, and gave a quick reply. Needing some peace of mind, I went straight towards the shower, hoping it would ease this guilt that I feel for doing this to her.

Alina Pov:

When he left, I was completely alone with this culpability, knowing what I was gonna do was so wrong to everyone. I wanted to pull every strand of hair out my scalp, because of the anger and agitation that's surging through every part of my body.

I had an idea of what would happen after I followed through with this plan, but I wasn't ready for any of the presumptions I made up in my head. Even though my heart has already been shattered, I was sure my soul would be taken away from me for this wrong doing I know I couldn't back out of.

Words couldn't explain what I was going through, all the feelings that took place in my body that I couldn't control. I wanted to scream to the top of my lungs and cry my eyes out, but none of it came. I felt trapped and it didn't feel good at all.

I should've never opened that door, because if I didn't, maybe I wouldn't be anywhere close to this vexing bastard. He was a devil in the flesh, taking contentment in others misery, which he helped create.

Needing something to wash my worries away, I took a long hot shower, which didn't do a thing to help this worry of mine. Nothing would give me the closure I would need, not when I will be doing the worst thing ever.

I hate him so much for doing this to me, if only I could put him in his misery just like he's doing to me. I don't deserve any of this, none of it at all. I guess luck wasn't on my side, because all I've been is unlucky.

When I got out of the shower, I placed a long white t-shirt over my body with a pair of black leggings I found in the closet. I laid back on the bed and forced my eyes to close, but sleep never came.

After a few failed attempts of trying to go to sleep, I decided to give up and just gaze out the window. Tears unwillingly fell down from my eyes. I blinked them away, but that only made them fall more.

I sat there, looking out the window with a tear-blurred vision. Everything about my life is so unfair, and I can't do a thing about it.

Deep in my pain, I was startled when I heard the door open again. That same scent of his filled my nostrils, and the air I breathed. I tried to hide my face away from him, not wanting him to see me cry and think of me as vulnerable.