𝗔𝗯𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲| ✔ [Rewritten]

(23) It would End Badly

Bella's POV:

I woke up under two comforters drenched in sweat. I didn't understand who put two comforters over me, probably a new way to murder someone.

I got up and went to the washroom to take a shower. When I was done showering I realized I didn't have clean clothes to wear, so I put on the bathrobe and waited for Nate.

I heard the knock and nervously got up from the bed.

"Come in," I said.

Suddenly the door opened and Tristan entered.

He looked at me from head to toe in surprise. The bathrobe was short and reached to my knees. Nate was like a brother to me so I thought it wouldn't bother him. But watching Tristan in the room, staring at me made me furious. I picked the pillows and started to throw them at him.

"What are you doing here? Where is Nate?" I asked him.

He stood there clenching his hands, letting the pillows drop near his feet. He walked over me and grabbed my arm, roughly.

I was scared so I began to yell for help.

"Nate! Help!" I screamed, struggling to get out of his grip.

He places his hand over my mouth and pressed me on the nearest wall.

"Keep your mouth closed and listen to me," he said with the glare.

I struggled once again and he caught both wrists then placed them above my head, preventing me from moving.

"Nate came home drunk last night. He is sleeping right now," Tristan hissed.

I relaxed.

"I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and I expect you to act like a lady instead of a wild fox," he said.

I glared at him as he removed his hand.

I wiped my mouth clean, sending draggers his way.

"Why did you come here?" I spat in anger.

"To give you breakfast," he said.

I frowned when I didn't see any tray of food in his hand.

"It's outside," he said.

Then he did the weirdest thing in the world, he picked a comforter from the bed and wrapped it around me.

"Leo, come inside," he yelled.

The door opened and another beefy guy sauntered in with the tray of food. I took a quick glance at the food and realized that it was from some cafe.

The guy left the room, closing the door on his way out. I threw the comforter on the bed and scowled at him.

"I don't want this breakfast. I don't want anything from you!" I said pointing my finger at him.

He walked closer to me, making me nervous. His eyes bored into mine, fuming.

"Why?" He asked bitterly.

"You have the audacity to ask me why I don't want anything from you after everything that you have done to me," I said with the scowl.

He placed his both arms on the wall, trapping me between the wall and his taut body.

"What have I done to see this much anger in your eyes?" he asked. His minty breath fanned over my lips, reminding me about Gabriel.

"You snatched him from me," I said in rage. "He gave me hope and desire to live and you snatched that from me with him."

He stared at me intensely like he was trying to figure out what I meant. I knew he would never be able to understand my pain and what I went through seventeen years of my life.