Terrifying New Start (On Hold)

Chapter Four - Tristan

Author's Note: 

Thank you all for the incredible support. I decided to post earlier than expected... 

I hope you enjoy it, and thanks again for the incredible comments and messages; they keep me writing :)

-thevelvetrose-

p.s. I don't know why I picked that song. I guess It's what I've been listening to today ;)

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Chapter Four: Tristan

I’VE BEEN HERE ONE day, though it feels likes weeks. I felt so alone, but yet crowded because of all of the girls

“Regan,” Tristan sat on the bed that I was laying on.

I didn’t speak; I just stubbornly closed my eyes like any person in their right mind would do.

“Regan…” He whispered, getting closer.

I went to shove him back with my hands, but he grabbed my wrists before I could, and held them above my head. Honestly through this whole traumatic week, I have lost my mind I think. I’ve been muttering to myself while I lay in the bed, I have even considered that I have made this whole week up in my head, and that I’m laying in a bed at the mental hospital.

 “You need to be nicer to me, considering I’m the one feeding you; I could easily switch the food from burgers to cabbage…” He threatened.

I haven’t eaten the whole time I’ve been here, in fear of being poisoned and dying with green skin. Yup, a great fear of mine is dying looking like a fish or something freaky.

“Come on, let’s go,” He nudged me.

“No.”

“Regan…”

“Leave me be.”

He let out a sigh, and then suddenly I was lifted up and thrown over his should once again. I let out a scream.

“I hate you!” I cried, banging my fists on his back.

“Really? I hear I’m quite an amazing person.”

I began to bang on his back again, though it didn’t cause any damage I guess. I was just carried into the same room as before, and sat down in the chair.

“Okay, so I made you a burger. American right? I also made apple pie, so you better eat,” He told me as he sat a tray in front of me.

My stomach growled at me so loudly, even Tristan heard it. He gave me a smug look before sitting down across from me.

“Alright, I’ll give you five minutes before I eat this down myself,” He said, eyeing the food.

“Go ahead, I won’t let that stuff touch my lips,” I snapped, and my stomach painfully grumbled louder.

“You are really mean to me… I fix you food, better than that crap you were eating, and you just let words fly!”

“Sorry for not being happy about my abduction! You filthy-“

His finger pressed against my lips, silencing me. I looked into his hazel eyes- which I might add are always swimming with mystical color.

“Don’t say something you’ll regret later,” He warned.

Once his finger pulled away, I glared at him. I would rather starve than to-

“Are those curly fries?” I asked.