Ingrid Rodríguez
A 20-year-old girl who knows almost to nothing of the outside world. Her strict parents made her see what they wanted her to see. They wanted her away from the outside world so much that they put her in online school throughout her...
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"Look, I don't mean to frustrate, but I Always make the same mistakes, yeah I Always make the same mistakes 'cause I'm bad at love."
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Tristian's POV
I gripped my hair in my hands as I tried to stop my mind from exploding. Once Geoffrey dropped me off at the building, my ears started ringing, and I began to see red. I tried calling Ingrid all night yesterday and got no sleep. I'm sure she has more than a hundred miss calls, but she didn't even want to give me one ounce of attention, so I at least knew she saw my effort. And the fact that she was ignoring me added to the built-up anger.
Noah stuck me in this stupid office to help him succeed, and now he thinks he can control me just because the fate of my mother rests in his hands.
I must've been seeing red for far too long because I somehow ended up in the room with broken glass everywhere, chairs and tables flipped over, and my hand was dripping blood from the glass shards that got stuck. I stared down at my hand as I didn't even feel the pain, and I heard a small gasp. Snapping my head to the door, I saw Ingrid looking around the room and then looking over to me. My anger suddenly felt lifted, and I just stared at her as I didn't even notice she was pulling me to the door and out of the room to another.
She sat me in a chair, and I didn't say anything as I watched her move around, and she grabbed a medical kit. She sat in front of me and started to move her lips. I tilted my head as I didn't hear a word coming out of her mouth. All I could see was her beautiful doll-like face scrunching in worry and anger.
I felt my ears once again, and I finally heard what she was saying, but I noticed she was speaking in Spanish. I looked down at my hand and noticed the bleeding was gone, and she was now bandaging it up. Looking back up, I saw that she stopped talking as she focused on finishing my hand.
" ....You haven't been returning my calls.. " I spoke, and she paid me no mind.
" Ingrid... " I said, and she stopped and looked up at me.
" ... Yes Tristian "
" Amber came on to me, not the other way around. " She looked back down to my hand and continued without saying a word. Once she finished, she stood up and placed everything back in its place. She walked towards the door, and I stood up and made my way over to her.
