Tatum.
I laid in bed alone. In excruciating pain, softly singing to my stomach hoping to ease the pain that was dancing up my abdomen. How could he? How could Tristan leave me when I needed him the most?! He promised to call. He promised to send for me. A few days turned in to weeks, weeks in to months. And now here we are six months later and still nothing. I mean, he's updated his social media. But, he's yet to contact me. Everyone around me knows what's going on...but me! I didn't know what to think. Maybe Titan didn't love me the way he said he did. Slowly, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I slipped in and out of consciousness. I wanted to yell for help. But who would care? The person who I needed most, left me and I finally accepted he was never coming back! That night three years ago, Tristan's best friend Renzo found me in a puddle of blood. That night, I lost my child, our child... but I also lost my soul. Tatum Whitfield, would never be the same and Tristan Hamilton was to blame.
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Maybe There's A Chance
FanfictionTitan is a high profile celebrity; rapper to be exact. Tatum Whitfield is a regular, schmegular girl next door type...atleast if you ask her! But truly she's a engineer major by day, turned stripper at night. And the love of Dave's life that he left...
