Falling For My Fake Boyfriend

23. Breakdowns And Coffee Shops

The car ride home was extremely awkward. Mark and I did not say a word to each other. I was fumbling with my fingers and my stomach was in knots. I'm still in shock believe it or not.

We walked in and I gasped.

"Tristan?!" I yelled.

He was sitting on the couch with Kristen by his side. No, that's not creepy at all!

"How the hell did you get into my house!" I screamed at him and he immediately stood up.

"I heard about your father. I'm so sor-"

"I asked you a question. How the hell did you get into my house and what do you want?" I spat, interrupting him.

I don't need his pity.

"Well since your door is broken, I walked in and I should of called first I'm sorry." he explained.

"How did you get by the six cops outside?" I asked.

"Told them I was family and they agreed to let me wait inside."

"Like I would ever consider you my family," I muttered under my breath.

"Now what do you want?" I rolled my eyes.

"I want you back."

"What?! I thought we were just here to say sorry and then leave!" Kristen exclaimed.

"Tristan, you're an idiot. You really think I would take you back? My father just got in jail and you're here to persuade me to go out with you again? You're sick. Now get the hell out of my house before I have the cops escort you out." I spat.

"Bella I- oh, I didn't realize you had..... company over." Ella said at the doorstep, eyeing Tristan.

This day couldn't get any worse.

"LEAVE! EVERYONE JUST LEAVE! MY FATHER JUST BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND HE IS IN JAIL RIGHT NOW CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I WANT TO BE ALONE RIGHT NOW?! CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT IM DYING INSIDE WITH EACH THAT GOES ON? CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT I'M BROKEN?!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, letting tears pour down my face.

Everyone was taken aback and scared by what I just said but they bowed their heads down and left, except Mark.

I slid my back down against the wall and curled up into a ball, crying my eyes out.

"I don't know how much longer I can take," I whispered while Mark put an arm around me.

"It's okay to cry. It's okay to scream and it's okay to yell. It's okay to feel lost and broken. But it's not okay to give up. I know you feel like your life is shit but it's not. Life is beautiful, but not everyone see's the beauty, they only see the ugly parts. I know I'm probably sounding really deep and sympathetic but do not fucking give up," he said.

"I know that it's hard but it was never easy. You were probably excepting a fairytale family with a perfect mom and dad and loving siblings and maybe you would play a sport or two. You thought you would be happy but you never thought things would go wrong but they did. You never thought that the person who you thought loved you the most would betray you, but they did.
That's the thing about life, people expect you to be grateful, they expect you to be happy and they expect you to love life. But how can you love life when you feel like your drowning, but you can see everyone else around you breathing? It sucks doesn't it?" he continued.

I lifted my head that were resting on my arms and looked at Mark.

"That's exactly what my life feels like! How do you know that?" I asked wiping my eyes.

"Sometimes, the person who you least expect it to be is breaking."

With that, he got up and wandered up the stairs leaving me with so many questions.

After a while of thinking which stressed me out even more, I finally got up and went to go take a shower. The hot water relaxed me, but I had a terrible headache that wouldn't go away.

I changed into pajamas and went downstairs to take some medicine for my headache.

I slowly took the pill and then cringed. I'm one of those people that hate swallowing pills.

I was going to go upstairs when I heard my house phone ring. No one ever calls on my house phone, unless it's my school or doctor. I didn't recognize the number so I let it ring to see if they left a voicemail.

"Hi Bella, it's Elizabeth, your father's wife. I know you probably hate me but I'm extremely worried because he told me he was going down to see you but he should be back by now and he's not answering his or phone anything!"

My heart stopped and feet were frozen to the ground. I know I shouldn't hate her, but I just do. But that still doesn't give me a reason not to help her.

"Well please give me a ca-"

I immediately grabbed the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Elizabeth? It's Bella."

"Hi dear, I'm sorry for interrupting your evening but I'm extremely worried," panic laced through her voice.

I hesitated for a second wondering how to say that your husband broke into my house and is in jail in a polite and civilized manner.

"I'm actually here in Colorado, Stephanie and I are staying at a hotel so would you like to meet up somewhere?" she asked after a while of silence.

"That would be great!" I have her directions to a small coffee shop and we would meet there in about 15 minutes.

I ran upstairs, but ended up crashing into him.

"Sorry," he muttered, and turned to walk downstairs.

"I'm going out to meet Elizabeth," I said.

"Who?"

"Elizabeth, my dad's wife."

"Oh," he simply stated and sat on the couch turning on the TV.

Something was bothering him, but right now is not the time to figure it out.

I quickly changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and drove to the coffee shop. I was extremely nervous and I just wanted to get this over with.

Elizabeth was standing outside in a jeans, and peacoat and thankfully she didn't bring Stephanie.

"Hi sweetie," she said once I approached her.

"Hi," I muttered back heading into the shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked muffins filled the air.

We sat down at a table and each ordered a coffee and a blueberry muffin.

"Before you tell me what's going, I want to say that it's okay for you to hate me. If I were you, I would hate me too! It's easy seeing your dad have a better life without you and I'm sorry you have to go though this. If you don't want anything to do with me, that's fine I'm just thankful that you came," she sipped her coffee.

I couldn't hate her after what she just said. She was a really nice woman and she's just trying to make me happy and I really appreciate it.

"I'm going to be honest, when I first saw you, I hated you. I hated the idea of my dad replacing my mother. But your such a lovely person and I can't hate you, I really can't," I smiled.

Now that the nice talk is over, its time to get to business.