Finally Grounded (Sequel To The One Who Grounds Me)

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Tiana

Feeling my body, being lifted from out of the car. My eyes fluttered open. His expression was blank throughout the entire process. Kicking the car door close with his shoes heel. He hoisted me up against his chest. His body heat seeped into my cold broken body.

I pressed my left hand, against his chest. Tristan's body tensed. Feeling the lump rising in my throat, I retracted my hand. He hates being touched by me.

"I can walk." I said.

"You can barely keep your eyes open." He quipped.

Balling my hands into tight fists. I allowed him to carry me inside the house. The warmth enveloped me and my eyes drooped. This is the only place, I truly felt at home. A sicken feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, when I remembered Tristan's and mine relationship was over. This wasn't my home anymore. As soon as i get back on my feet, he'll just kick me out.

Tristan carried me up the stairs and into the bedroom, we once shared together. The sliding door, for the balcony was open. He lowered me on the bed. "You didn't have to bring me to the master bedroom."

"The guest bedrooms aren't clean.... so that's why, I decided to bring you here." His warm breath puffed against my cheek. Puffing the pillows up, he positioned them behind my head. He then pulled the quilt up underneath my chin. "Get some rest. By the time, you wake up dinner will be ready."

Tristan turned on his heel to walk away and I grabbed a hold of his hand. He flinched once again. The tears welled up in my eyes. Letting go off his hand, I rolled over on my side. I really wasn't imagining things.

In his eyes, I betrayed him. I was just like vanessa. Only difference was, I didn't spread my legs for another man. I lied to him for months. My breath hitched in my throat. Screwing my eyes shut, I clenched the quilt between my fingers.

The bullets should have touched my heart, maybe then I wouldn't have to live through this. Tristan footsteps echoed through out the room as he walked away. When the door shut, I sobbed into the pillow.

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I didn't sleep. I only stared at the clear blue sky outside. There was a light knock on the room door. It was then opened with a squeak. Pushing the quilt from my body, I sat up in bed. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Tristan shuffled inside the room with a platter. On the platter stood a glass of grape juice and a plate of mash potatoes, pot roast and shredded vegetables.

My stomach growled racously. Thinking about it now, it's been a while since I've tasted his cooking. After I've straighten my legs, he placed the platter on my lap.

"I'll run you a hot bath after you've finished eating."

Ignoring my protesting stomach, I looked up at him through lowered lashes. "Are you doing this, out of guilt?"

He remained silent.

Not getting any response. I decided to continue prodding until he refute my words. "Or is it because of the child that's growing inside of me? You shouldn't force yourself. I was the one who ended things first. So if you want to forget about me, then you can."

Tristan picked up the fork and scope some of the foot on it. "Open up." He said.

"I'm not hungry." I said, through clenched teeth.

"If you weren't hungry then your stomach wouldn't be growling." He said, rolling his eyes. ".... you mustn't be selfish. You need to remember that from now on, you won't be feeding only yourself...."

I knew it. In the end, it all bowls down to the child. To him I was an human incubator. I wasn't his girlfriend anymore. My lips parted. The spoon slid into my mouth.

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