Us *Editing*

CHAPTER 6

Hey again! I had a great weekend!! I decided to finish Us first - for those awesome Us fans!! - Also, I had finished this one other book a long time, I'm editing it now, as I finish Us. For those Step-dad fans, I'm sorry, I'm taking down that book. I'm SORRY! I really am!! But I have to! I PROMISE though I'll work it out.

I really want to finish it on Word Document first and then come back and give it to you! Again I'M SORRY!!!!!

Loves, xoxoxoxo

Anna;)

 

Chapter 6

 

Trystan watched Arelie walk out of the bathroom in a t-shirt and drying her hair with the towel. She jumped and made a squeaky sound in the back of her throat.

“Oh my God.” She clutched her chest, “How did you get in here? In the house?” she asked.

Trystan shrugged. For the first time, Arelie was annoyed with that small movement, that small excuse. She went back in the bathroom, tied her hair after drying it and walked back out to her bedroom, Trystan was still there.

“I . . . really think you should go. I’m really tired.” Arelie said a little stiffly. Trystan gave her a look and lifted his brow. His muscular body seemed to swallow up her queen bed. She swallowed audibly. Trystan cursed.

“Are you afraid of me?” he asked with dangerous calm.

“No.” she answered, and it was true. She could never be afraid of Trystan; she cared for him too deeply to fear him. Trystan stared at her.

“Really?” he asked. She stared right back at him.

“It’s true, whether you believe it or not.” Arelie commented. Trystan scowled and stood up, he strode toward her. They were barely an inch apart. “I’m not afraid of you,” she repeated, staring up at him, “I’m afraid of what you are.” She looked away now. Trystan was about to reach out to her, but she moved away.

“You can’t be one Trystan at one time, and then switch to another whenever you want. I . . . I can’t . . .” she trailed, Trystan turned to face her across from her room. She was worrying her bed sheets. She still couldn’t look at him, but Trystan kept staring.

“I’m still Trystan.” He assured, she looked up now.

“Are you? Are you still the Trystan I like, the guy that I enjoy being with, his smile, his laughter . . .” she trailed away.

“Jesus Christ, Arelie. I was never that person before I met you. I didn’t even smile, don’t you realize how hard it is for me to . . .” he stopped abruptly, but Arelie knew what he was going to say. She tilted her head.

“So that’s it.” She said bitterly. “Being apart of . . . oh God . . . I thought they were wrong, I thought you were different . . .” Elie sat on her bed, looking away from him, towards the window. “You really are in that gang, aren’t you?” It was not a question, but a statement.

Trystan tensed. “Yes,” he breathed, she still didn’t turn. Trystan started to panic. He walked over to her. “This was me before you, Elie. I can’t stop that, can’t stop my past. I’ve done a lot of damn things, but that was before.”

“Why do I feel like this is still going on? What was that at the parking lot?” Trystan glanced away briefly.

“You can’t expect me to give it up in just one day. Those guys . . . they’re apart of my family, I can’t just abandon family.” Trystan argued, Elie breathed in raggedly.