P.S. Because I Loved You.

P.S. Because I Loved You [22].

September 13:

Dear Ethan:

I sat down on a wooden chair facing Tristan. The only thing that was parting us was a thick, glass window. We had to use telephones in order to talk and listen to each other but by observing his emotions and body language, he made it perfectly clear that he loathed this visit. Not only was it uncomfortable to be facing the same boy who told me he never wanted to link himself with me but to make matters worse, Jaysen was hovering over my shoulder, giving Tristan an unfriendly look. I shifted in my seat anxiously as I picked up the phone, avoiding eye contact.

“What are you doing here?” My voice wobbled.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Tristan said.

Anger infested me. “Oh, cut the crap! I read your letter and it sure doesn’t seem like you give a damn about me anymore. What it is that you really want?”

Jaysen lifted an eyebrow as he looked at me. “What?” I mouthed to him. He shook his head in silence.

“Is your case building up?” Tristan gave me a sympathetic look.

“Indeed so. This is my attorney, Jaysen.” I said.

Jaysen poked my shoulder and whispered, “Can I talk to him?”

“No!” I hissed back. But he got a hold of the phone.

I couldn’t exactly hear what their conversation was about because I was beside Jaysen and he was clasping the telephone very close to his ear. However, I did hear bits and pieces that gave me an idea. Jaysen was asking Tristan what his last name was and if he knew who you were. He was asking if Tristan knew how your death happened. In my mind, I was freaking out. Fury was building inside my chest, ready to ignite. Who the hell does Jaysen think he is? He can’t just presume that Tristan is a “suspect” of this case! And he sure can’t interrogate him through a telephone in a prison! It had been about 15 minutes that Tristan was chatting with Jaysen. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Give me the phone.” I snarled at Jaysen. “Now!” He frowned but did as he was told.

“Tristan, don’t listen to a word Jaysen has said! I am sorry for his adolescent behavior; I did not see that coming.” I said in alarm.

There was muteness in the other end of the line.

“Tristan?” I was afraid of what happened. The last thing I needed was for Jaysen to push Tristan farther away from my life.

“Rosalie, I got to go.” Tristan said.

“No, wait! I didn’t mean for any of this to happen, I’m sorry. Please don’t go! Tristan! I want to talk to you.” It was too late, I was soon talking to no one; I saw Tristan run out the door.

I was furious with Jaysen. “What was that all about?!” I asked him outraged, “That was probably the last time I will ever talk to Tristan, thanks to you.”

His expression did not change and his eyes were still stiff. “We can talk inside your cell. Not now, not here.”

We both walked to my cell and I was determined to find out everything he and Tristan talked about.

“Before I tell you anything,” Jaysen began, “I need you to promise me that you are not going to trust Tristan.”

“I can’t promise that.” I said.

“Why?” He asked sternly.

“Because he was more than my boyfriend, he was a lover. Jaysen!” I wailed.

“Listen to me, listen to me,” He hushed, “About two years ago, I dated Tristan’s mother’s sister. She was a bad person. A very bad person. And you cannot trust him. Do you hear me? You CANNOT, under any circumstances trust him!”

“What did she do to you?” I was startled.

Before he had a chance to say anything, an officer came; he said it was time for Jaysen to leave.

The meeting with the judge is in two days. I told Jaysen to go home and get some rest then forced myself to sleep after he left. My heart was in pain.

I was more than afraid.

I miss you, Ethan.

Rosalie.