"Sorry if I'm up and down a lot (Yeah)
Sorry that I think I'm not enough
And sorry if I say sorry way too much
You can go ahead and call me selfish (Selfish)
But after all this damage I can't help it (Help it)
Or what you can trust, 'cause I need your touch"Ingrid's POV
" Thank you, Tristian.. I definitely need to work on controlling a few things around here myself. You two can go upstairs. I'll catch up with you both before you head out. " She replied, and my hands felt clammy all of a sudden as she acted a bit too calmly. I knew my Abuela.. I knew she was absolutely crazy, and she cared very much about me. I didn't particularly enjoy hiding my bruises from her, but at times, it was all I could do if my father forced me to.
Tristian grabbed my hand in his as she pulled away, and I walked him over to my bedroom upstairs. Camilla's bedroom door was open, letting me know she still wasn't home, and my mother was nowhere to be seen either.
Entering my room, Tristian looked around for a short while as I grabbed an oversized tote bag for my belongings. After packing some clothes, my favorite books, and a few other essentials, I decided to change into something a bit more comfortable in my bathroom as we would be going to run a few more errands throughout the day.
Holding his hoodie over my arm, I stepped back out into my room to see Tristian sitting at the edge of my bed. Slowly, his eyes ran over my outfit, which consisted of yoga pants and a simple sweater. His finger beckoned me over to him, and I stepped over and bit my lip.
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Tattoo Heartist
RomanceIngrid Rodríguez A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...