Broken - Triles Fanfic

ch.3

The two of us sat there for a bit and ate pizza while watching a couple stupid movies. Tristan was leaning against me and I could tell he was getting bored.

"I have an idea." I said.

"What?"

"Let's go swimming!" I said and jumped off the couch heading for the pool outdoors.

"B-but I don't have a suit."

"Your point?" I asked in my flirting tone.

"Miles Hollingsworth I swear to God."

But before he could protest, I was already in just my boxers, jumping into the pool.

He stared at me from above and giggled while taking his shirt off.

He was soon in there with me and we just swam and relaxed and talked.

It was definitely the most fun I've had in awhile.

Soon we heard voices.

"Shit." I mumbled and Tristan looked over at me.

"My dad is home, quick get out!" I said as we both jumped out of the pool and hid.

My dad came around the corner and was with some other woman that I assumed worked with him for the election.

That's when the worse thing happened.

The two of them started making out and Tristen looked over at me.

"Isn't that your dad?" He asked.

"Yeah. And that's not my mom." I said angrily.

"Get your camera out."

"What?" I asked.

"Documented proof. Y'know, pics or it didn't happen?"

I smiled and got out my camera on my phone. I took a couple photos before I had had enough.

I started to stand up when Tristan grabbed my arm.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm going to confront him Tristan!"

"Miles."

"Stop. Let me go."

He released me.

As I started walking over I noticed Tristan was right behind me.

"What are y-"

"Shh, I'm not letting you do this alone." He said looking down at the ground.

"Whatever." I said and went towards my dad.

"Father?" I asked.

He jumped.

"Miles! What in God's name are you doing here, shouldn't you be at school?!"

"Cut class. Shouldn't you be working on your campaign?"

"Don't you question me you little shit!" He yelled and slapped me across the face.

That's when he looked up and saw Tristan.

"Who is this?!" He yelled looking over at Tristan.

"Tristan."

The lady he was with interrupted and said, "Maybe it'd be best if I leave..." and started walking away.

"No! Don't leave, ugh dammit!" He yelled and glared at me.

"You. Room. Now." He said through gritted teeth.

I walked with him to the room right next to us and closed the door.

That's when all hell broke loose.

He started with pushing and pinning me against the wall. Then he kicked me in the gut. All the bruises I had had from the previous night were doubled and his cruel words in my ear caused me to start crying.

"Baby." He spat. And threw me on the ground, stormed out and I heard his car speed out of our driveway.