Gang Leader's Kid (#1) ✔

-7-

Kihanna's P.O.V

Tristan's eyes suddenly turned hard as he eyed the teenager called Aimee. I looked at Aimee and saw that she gasped when she saw Tristan, I was confused as to how they knew each but I didn't have time to think because Tristan threw the stuff on the floor and walked out making everyone looked at me. Smiling shyly, I tried getting up but I couldn't so Michael helped me up and I went after Tristan and luckily, he didn't go far. He was leaning against the wall taking deep breaths and I was about to say something when Tristan beat me to it.

'I'm going home.'

'Please don't. Don't leave Tristan, who's Aimee to you?' I asked him which made him tense once again and those hard eyes turned to me, I flinched from his gaze which didn't make him soften his mood but that was to be expected right? 'You don't need to know fuck all, Kihanna.' Anger surged through me, I was so tired of his behaviour that I couldn't take it anymore.

'What the hell is wrong with you!? I asked you one simple question, which only makes you angry like anything else and I don't know what to do anymore! I don't give a shit anymore Tristan, fuck off. You better not threaten me again, or I'll call the cops on you!' I yelled at him. There wasn't much people out on the roads and if there was, well then ... they are nosy people.

'Call the cops?' He scoffed at me then laughed mockingly. 'They can do fuck all! Get your ass in there Kihanna. I'll be in, in a minute.' What did he mean by the cops can't do eff all? I shook my thoughts away that was to be asked later.

'No, right now. Tell me who she is to you.' Tristan looked into my eyes and took a step closer to me almost as if he wished that I would stop speaking and for me to buried six feet under. 'She's my half-sister, my father had a fucking affair to have that bitch and now she's become a slut, she's pregnant. I feel sorry for her kid, but the bitch deserves it.' I was silent as his words circled my mind, each harsh words shot me like a bullet.

I was silent after that and followed Tristan as he walked back inside of the Lamaze class, everyone was doing something with their partners while I kept my gazed down but occasionally looked up to see Tristan's hard glare. He did as he was asked, did all the moves while sitting behind me and right now I was breathing in and out trying to focus my mind on the brighter side of things, this helped a lot but the anger came rolling in waves from Tristan which made it harder to concentrate but I did my best.

'Okay class, that's all for today. I will see you same time next week or tomorrow, any problems or questions come talk to me.' The Lamaze teacher said with a bright smile. She was an amazing actress, she had a very crazy life which was basically her marrying four times with three children and she was unhappy throughout her life, not because she was looking for love, she found love but was very...snobby?

'Are we driving to mine?' I asked softly as we walked down the steps out of the centre but he didn't get to answer me because someone had shouted. 'Tristan!' A voice yelled behind us. Me and Tristan turned around and I saw that it was Aimee, she was a beautiful girl with light brown hair and brown eyes but she looked too young to be pregnant. I looked at Tristan I knew he was angry so I took my hand and linked it with his making him turn to me with a questioning look which I returned with a small smile before turning back to Aimee.

'What the fuck do you want?' Tristan snapped at her and she flinched at the tone of his voice which I wasn't surprised at but she looked so young and she was so young but he didn't treat her any differently to how he would treat others.

'Tris-' She started but then stopped short and the colour drained from her face as she looked behind us. 'Let's go.' Tristan said and quickly resumed to tightly grasping my hand in his making me gasp out in pain because of how hard he suddenly gripped me.