Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Thirty

Tiana

When I reached the master bedroom. I bolted to the bathroom. Wrapping my arms around the toilet, I dried heaved. My body was numb. The tears I was holding back, downstairs started to fall. Damn hormones.

Why did I even feel like this? It's Tristan's past. Of course he slept with other people and of course she is going to know a lot about him because they've known each other forever.

I leaned on the toilet hoping that my head would stop spinning soon enough so that, I could crawl into bed and sleep the day away. Why am I even like this?

I'm such an idiot my break up with my ex has made me irrational and wild. I just can't believe this.

"Tiana?" Tristan said, from somewhere in the room.

I swiped at the tears. Last thing I need is for him to see that I was crying. He knocked on the door. I didn't turn but I knew, he was standing in the door way.

"I'm fine." I said staring at all the goo that I just brought up. I flushed the toilet and got up. "You could have stayed with your friends longer. I'm alright." I said smiling.

I could feel his eyes boring into my back. "Why don't you turn around and say that to my face." He said. his voice was low.

I washed my hands at the face basin, still not looking at him. The tears pooled in my eyes and I tried my best to push them away. Closing my eyes, I washed my face, frantically. I didn't want him to see my tear streaked face.

"You're obviously not okay." He said stepping into the bathroom.

I reached for the towel drying my face, I turned to him leaning against the face basin.
"I'm alright thanks for worrying. You should go and hang with your friends."

He continued looking at me blankly. I pulled out my hair and ran my hand through it. Tristan came closer and I just stumbled. My ass hit against the face basin and I stared down at the rug. "What do you want Tristan? I'm not in the mood for sex. I'm tired. It's been a long day?"

"Are you angry because of the fact that I once slept with Rebecca?"

I flinched. Just the thought of someone else touching him, made me see red. "Of course not. Why would I be? At the end of the day, you are, your own man and it's your past. Whatever you did in the, past is none of my business whatsoever." I said.

Squeezing past him I made a detour towards the bed. Opening the bedside draw, I pulled out something comfortable to wear.

"Then why were you crying?"

I tensed gripping the pj's to my chest. "I was not crying. " I said.

"Right. Once again I'm just imagining things, just like earlier. Sure."

"As I said earlier I'm fine." I said turning around I didn't look at him. I made my way straight to the bathroom.

Slamming the door in his face. I slumped against it. Sliding down to the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut, and, leaned my head against the door.

I couldn't stop the tears from running down my cheek.

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