ᴀssᴇʀᴛɪᴏɴ (On Hold)

Chapter 16

"Tris, have you seen my phone?"

"Yeah, it's upstairs."

They were back in the city. It was Tuesday night and Viridian was over at Tristan's to update her laptop and iPad systems. "Kay, thanks," she said, removing her hand from the corner of the couch.

"You know, the bedroom is upstairs too." Tristan who was sipping some kind of wine smirked at her.

Viridian rolled her eyes then went into Tristan's room. She found the phone on the pillow and came back downstairs with it. "I been trying Mike's number," she sounded worried as she sat beside him.

"Glad he cancelled the date," he snorted.

"Yeah, he d–how do you know that?" She looked up from her phone.

Tristan shrugged.

"Tris?"

"Hmmm?"

"Did you do something?"

Tristan fake gasped and set his glass cup on the table. "V, that's a strong accusation."

"Don't lie to me Tr–"

"Or what?"

Viridian sighed. She wasn't gonna fight with him over something so small. "Never mind." She stood up and tried to walk away but Tristan pulled the hem of her shirt.

"Let me go, Tristan." She snapped.

He stood up and grabbed her waist. "Baby girl, why we always fighting?"

"I asked you a simple question and you can't even answer," she muttered angrily.

"Cos you ain't gon like my answer."

"So you did something. What did you do?"

He sighed heavily before rolling his eyes like a gossip girl. "I threatened him, he didn't listen and I got angry and he disappeared forever."

Viridian chuckled bitterly. "This ain't a bedtime story. You can't tell me you killed Mike so casually."

"But I didn't."

"So he just chose to disappear forever leaving family and friends huh? Fuck, I can't believe you killed someone. You, Tristan. A killer."

"I didn't okay? He fell to his death." He muttered, ignoring her harsh words.

"Did you push him off a building?!"

"What? No! I ain't that petty. I held a gun–toy gun to threaten him but he got scared and nigga said he'd rather commit suicide than for him to be murdered and he jumped."

Okay maybe it wasn't a toy gun but Tristan wasn't gonna tell her that. He wasn't gonna tell her that he was the one that told Mike to choose his death, either by a gunshot to his head or by falling off an uncompleted 4-storey building.

She didn't need to know that.

Viridian gently removed herself from Tristan in fear. " You killed him. God, Tristan, you k–"

She began to panic as her phone dropped to the floor. "I'm next. You're gonna kill me next. I cover myself with the blood of Jesus." She held her hands over her chest.

"V–"

Viridian screamed and ran. Tristan grumbled out some curses as he heard the door of his bedroom being locked.

He didn't follow her because he knew she needed space. He was the stupid one. How the fuck could he tell her that? What the fuck was he thinking? He downed the rest of his wine as he rubbed his forehead then his phone rang.