Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Sixty-Two

Tiana

The voices were loud. I don't know where, I was but the voices were loud. From the looks of things, it wasn't a friendly conversation it was more of a "I will kill you" kind of conversation. My eyes opened and the bright lights immediately swarmed me. "Beep. Beep. Beep." Something said, beside of me.

My blurry eyes took in my surroundings, I was currently lying in a hospital room from the looks of it. The memories slowly started coming back to me. I remembered being in a room with thousands of people. Tristan and I were arguing.

I was about to leave when I caught sight of a man dressed in full black standing at the buffet table. He had a pistol in his hand which was aimed at Tristan. I jumped in the way and I..... i..... I gasped Tristan! Where is Tristan?!

My body felt like heavy. I slowly turned my head to the side. Five inches away stood, a black hair, man squeezing the life out of a woman. She was plastered against the wall.

My eyebrows furrowed together. I would know that back anywhere. There was a blue air ventilator in my mouth. Pumping air, into my lungs. Talking would be too hard. But I was determined. I wanted to know if it was really him. My fingers twitched.

I flinched, my scalp tingled when unbearable pain shot though my body.

"Beep. Beep. Beep." The heart monitor was persistent.

"Tri.... Tristan." I grunted.

The black haired, man's head whipped to the side. His green orbs widens in shock. The hold he had on the woman, loosens. She slumped to the floor, coughing racously. Tristan scrambled over to me. His eyes, were glossy.

"Tiana." He croaked.

Talking chose to be a hard feat. So I could only roll my head to the side. His cold palm, settled on my cheek. His thumb caressed my cheeks, gently. I tried lifting my hand, again. Just lifting one finger, was too much work.

Lifting five, made me, feel like I just ran up and down a mountain. Tristan's cheek was warm to touch. His lips, were dry as chip. My eyebrows knitted together.

He looked like, he has lost a lot of weight. Not even waiting for me, to get my thoughts together, he pulled me into his arms. His face settled into the crook of my neck. Tristan's shoulders shook, his arms fastens around my waist.

"I thought I lost you...."

My quivering heart could only softened, after hearing those words. Sophia was right. During all those months, I only made Tristan feel grievance. He had to bear all the hurt and the pain, all by himself. What the hell was I even thinking?

How could I even let a man like Tristan, feel this way? Being in his arms, made me realize I couldn't do it by myself. The only thing I could do now, was come clean to him. If I still wanted to be with the person I loved the most, then I had to fight for him no matter what.

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I know, probably a lot of things needs to be changed.