Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Fifty-One

Tiana

"Why can't you?"

"Because I'm not ready." Lies! Just tell the man, the fucking truth already! How hard can it be?

Tristan bobbed his head. He stood up and headed for the closet. Grabbing a suit of clothe.... He started to pull them on.

"Tristan."

"No!"

"I....."

"Forget it! Just forget I ever fucking asked!"

"You're being unreasonable right now!" I whimpered.

"Am I? Or are you the one that's being unreasonable! You push me away as if it's nothing! You get up, at weird hours in the morning and disappear on me... and you don't return until late!" He shrugged his shirt on.

"Tristan that's....." I trailed off. What can I tell him?

"That's because what, huh? Over and over again I try to reach my hand out to you... yet still you just back yourself into a fucking corner. When will you take note of how I'm feeling? When will you actually acknowledge that their is two of us in this relationship and not one of us?"

"I...." once again I was lost for words. Hot tears streamed down my cheek.

Tristan looked at me coldly. Grabbing his wallet from the table, he stormed out of the room.

Getting up out of the bed. I followed behind him. "Tristan just please...."

"No! I'm tired of keeping it together!"

"Tristan lets talk about this...." I tried touching his hand. But he sidestepped me.

Stopping in his tracks. He faced me. "Tell me, other than the intense sex was there really anything holding us together?"

"Of course! Tristan I...." before I could finish that sentence he covered his ears.

"Don't! I don't want to fucking hear it!"

My legs trembled at his tone. Grabbing a hold of the banister, I leaned against it.

"You were the one who said you wanted honesty and I gave you honesty over and over again.... yet still.... Every single time i try breaking down those walls of yours. You keep on scrambling away! Are you forcing your feelings? Or are you just using me as a rebound to get over Taylor?" His eyes turned glossy.

"Tristan." I reached my hand out to him.

"I need some space." He said.

At the sound of that, I retracted my hand. More hot tears poured down my cheek as I watched as the man I love turned his back on me and walked away without a backward glance.

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The next day

Tristan didn't come home that night. The place was cold. I just couldn't stay. Why am I crying anyways? If I had been honest from the very beginning, all of this wouldn't be happening.

Brushing my tears away, I slid from the bed. Hurrying to the closet, I grabbed my suitcase and started to pack my things. He was right.... about everything. Over the past month I tried to ignore him as much as possible.

I threw myself into my school work. Each time he came close.... I always scrambled away with an excuse. I brushed the tears away. I'm such an idiot! All I wanted was his love, yet I..... i..... shaking my head. I patted my cheeks.

Doesn't matter anymore. I was a nuisance. A hindrance to him. Now he will be able to move forward with his life and forget about me. As for his child, I still haven't decided what I wanted to do with it.

After half an hour of packing up all my things. I called a cab. Then I took a quick shower. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table I took one last glance at the house that held so much good times, I nodded my head.

Closing the front door. The driver helped me with my bags and I slid into the back of the car.

The tears rolled down my cheek once again.

I won't be a bother anymore.

Goodbye Tristan.

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