Running With a Bad Boy Rewrite || COMPLETE ||

Chapter 17

Zoe

I didn't realize I was crying when I called Tristan until my cheeks were wet and when he'd picked me up down the street he was wiping away the tears. He brought me back to his apartment and didn't ask questions the whole ride there which I was thankful for because at the moment I wasn't in the best state to start talking. My sobs filled the car and my tears stained my face red.

By the time we were sitting on his couch and he brought me water I explained that Hunter and I got into a fight. Tristan was no longer mad at me since that last time I saw him when he found out about Hunter and I. Then he stormed out.

I decided to tell Tristan about my past about my parents so he could understand the fight between Hunter and I. After I told him what was said to me he looked pissed but he still pulled me against him and rubbed my arm.

"Knowing Hunter he didn't mean to say that," Tristan informed me. "But it was a fucked up thing to say I don't blame you for being mad."

I sniffled and wiped the last few tears away with the back of my hand. I sipped the glass with water and leaned into my friend. It felt nice to have someone to talk to and who will be there for me even though the last time I talked to him he was mad.

"You can stay here for as long as you want...if you want," Tristan told me. "I only have one bed so I'll take the couch."

"I'd feel horrible if I made you sleep on the couch."

"Nope I insist."

I made sure to text Casey and tell her where I am but I told her not to tell Hunter. I didn't spill the details of what happened and only let her know we had an argument. I couldn't have her flipping out on him or else it would make the situation worse. She did tell me though that he wasn't home when she got there and I checked to see if he texted me at all. He didn't.

When Tristan lent me some of his clothes to wear I hopped in the shower and began to cry again. The words Hunter spoke hurt me whether he meant them or not. I was crushed he'd even think like that. I shouldn't have trusted him with my past.

By the time I was in bed I was still crying and trying to hold back the tears but they wouldn't stop. I felt alone at that point and wondered where Hunter could be right now. Maybe he was searching for me but there was no missed phone calls or texts so maybe he was at a bar getting drunk. Or worse, with another girl.

My heart was so tight and I couldn't sleep alone tonight so I wandered downstairs back to the living room where Tristan was laying on the couch with one arm behind his head while he watched TV in the dark. I knew it wasn't right to crawl next to another guy when I fought with Hunter but I needed someone right now. So when I crawled in next to him he didn't deny me and instead held me closer so I wouldn't fall off. Instantly I fell asleep on his chest feeling broken and guilty.

The next morning I woke to find a text from Mark that he sent last night and I never got a chance to see it. He informed me that Hunter was at the bar last night getting completely wasted and how Mark made sure he got home safe.

I had to get to work soon so I left for the bathroom to get ready. I stood there looking in the mirror and saw my face eyes were puffy and my face was pale. I had not a clue as to what I should do and just decided to take it step-by-step. I wasn't planning on returning back to the apartment any time soon because I needed space from Hunter.

"Need a ride to work?" Tristan's groggy voice asked me from the hallway and I opened the door.

"If you don't mind."

"Of course not."

Tristan walked me outside and held my door open when I went to get in his car. The gesture was sweet but I had to force my smile when I thanked him. Nothing right now was going to turn my mood around.