City Lights

Chapter 24

You know that feeling, when everything you've ever believed in clashes in front of your eyes.
All the trust you place, suddenly disappears into nothing and you're left with conflicting emotions.

Yes, that's what I was feeling.
It'd been two weeks.
Two weeks since I'd been trying to forget what I saw that night.
Making up excuses and lies, that Anna could never betray me and here I was.

I didn't really get why I was feeling like this in the first place.
Tristan was nothing to me.

Nothing, nada.

Yet, I felt so frustrated by the thought of what Anna might be doing behind my back.

She warned me, I remember.
Maybe she wanted him to herself.
Yes, that seems to be it.
But then why would she lie to me about that.
It wasn't as if I was interested in Tristan.
She knew that sure as hell that I wasn't interested in relationships all together and yet she lied to me.

I took a deep breathe and looked up to him.
His face held expression full of anger and frustration but as soon as he looked at me, recognition flashed into his eyes and then all of a sudden, his expression morphed to that of confusion.

Did he not knew that I lived here?
I almost chuckled remembering how he'd said that I was easy, yet he didn't knew where I lived.

Idiot.

I heard some shuffling and sobbing coming behind him and fear enveloped him.
Was Anna okay?
Did he do something to her?

My eyes burned with worry and fury, a feeling unknown to me and I pushed at his chest, trying to get past him and find Anna.
But Before I could do so, he blocked the entrance completely with his hands, entrapping me outside my own house.

How dare he?

I looked at him, my eyes now narrowed and noticed that his expression matched mine.

"What are you-" he started but before he could complete his question, I literally pushed at him harder than before and got inside, immediately making my way to Anna's room.
I could hear her loud cry from outside and my heart broke.

I started knocking on the door and when she didn't answer, I went back to the kitchen and grabbed a flower vase.

One might call it stupid but right now I was running out of mind, thinking what must Anna be doing inside.

She was always so impulsive, I just couldn't trust her to not to anything stupid.

Making my way back, I noticed Tristan standing near the entrance, the wall supporting his back while he kept his alluring gaze at me.

Almost as if realizing that I held a vase in my hand, he smirked and made his way over to me "what you gonna do with that? Rain the door with flowers until it blooms and opens up?" He asked and then chuckled.

I wanted to smack it on his face, and then bury him with rodents and reptiles.
I really really wanted to.
How dare he laugh in such a serious situation?

I shifted the furniture to my other hand.

"Get out" It surprised me how calm I sounded because inside me was a whirlpool of emotions blaring and I was scared that it might blow up anytime.
The last thing I wanted was for him to see me the way I actually was.

He stood there, almost challenging me and I was all the more tempted to hit him with something and hit him hard with it but then surprising me, he just shook his head, as if disappointed in me and I rolled my eyes.

What's up with people keeping up expectations from me?

I heard him sigh and then he left without looking backwards and I started walking up, not to stop him but to close the door and the locking it.
The last thing I would want would be for him to suddenly appear out of nowhere.

He was creepy enough anyways.

Remembering again the situation, I went back over to Anna's room and then whisper yelled in a creepy sort of way " open up dear Anna, or I'll have to break up your precious vase."

I almost laughed at my own foolishness.
Seriously.
It might've been extremely funny if we weren't under such conditions.

Funnily enough, I heard Anna mumble softly, her voice tired from all the crying she must have been doing "you wouldn't dare" she said.

You might be thinking if we were on drugs or something but honestly, Anna loved this vase so much.
Seriously.
I mean, I don't even get why.
She said it was very special to her heart, which made no sense to me, I mean how the hell can a vase be special.
Oh well, Anna's logic.
I wouldn't argue.

"Oh, but I would" I say back, smiling gently because at least now I knew that she was alive.

Suddenly, I heard the door being opened and then almost immediately, I was engulfed in a tight embrace.

It was almost as if she had realized that she couldn't bear the pain she was feeling.
Almost as if she realized that she actually had someone who could carry the burden for her.
That I would always care no matter what.

"Can't breathe" I said, jokingly and she almost let go of me immediately but then I hugged her back.
It'd been so long without my best friend that I just couldn't let go.

I patted her head, trying to soothe her.
She was still sobbing, lightly but still and it hurt me to see her like this.

I made our way to the couch with her still holding onto me.
Her hair was a ragged mess, her eyes bloodshot and her makeup ruined and yet she still managed to look so beautiful.

I was almost afraid of what to say.
Should I ask her about Tristan?
Of what he said or did to her?
I was scared of what she might say back.

Almost as if residing my thoughts, she started to calm herself, taking deep breaths and then looking straight at me in the eye, she said "I am going to tell you some messed up stuff and I hope you're ready for it." she said and launched into the story.

Soooo,
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What might be Anna's story?
Does she and Tristan have a past?
Or is it something else?
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