Tristan and Happiness

Tristan and Happiness

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"What do they call you?" "Do... Do you mean my name?" "No," she said with a straight face "I mean what do they call you." "I'm not sure I-" "There are no names here," the girl explained, pulling her crossed legs closer to her body. "Everyone is called by what the walls say. What do the walls call you?" He thought for a moment, thinking about what the correct response would be. "Tristan?" He finally answered. "I don't like it." She said. "What else do they call you?" Tristan thought momentarily again. "Gulliver Beats?" He questioned. "Nope." She shook her head while laughing. "That's not good either. I'll call you Mr. Beats. Yes, that's much better! Much better than the wall's thoughts. And besides," she leaned closer, causing Tristan to lean in as well. She whispered. "The walls aren't all entirely there, so what do they know?" She tilted her head and flashed a smiled to Tristan, causing him to let out a laugh with her.
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Bang! I sat bolt upright. Did I imagine that? That noise? What was it? I clambered out of bed and almost fell down the stairs with the panic that had set in. My front door was wide open but nobody was there, the wood was just swinging in the doorway allowing the cool breeze in my house. What if somebody was already inside? I hopped over the living room sofa, to climb the stairs yet again and as I made it to the landing I was thrown into the wall. My body pinned against it with a muscled form shadowing mine. A hand placed over my mouth silenced my screams that I was too scared to let out anyway. "I'm not going to hurt you. Just don't scream." It was Colton. His husky voice was a distinct reminder that he was my mate. The tingles that spread through my body made me hate but love the entire situation. I want him closer. "You don't run away from me, understand?" I nodded, he was really close to me and my wolf purred for him to be closer. I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind as he slowly removed his hand. "What do you want?" I demanded, making the futile attempt to shove him away though he didn't move an inch. "I want what is mine." He replied with a low growl that sent chills up my spine. My back was still pressed firmly against the wall and I think I was in shock to move. Though I felt safe which made me feel sick, how could I be safe in the presence of him? "No." I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. "No?" He repeated my words back to me and I boiled the kettle for a cup of tea. My mum said tea fixes everything, then again it never fixed her relationship. "You heard me." "I heard you clear. I'm just making sure you're happy with that answer before I make you regret it." Colton advanced forward, pure dread taking over my body at the size of him compared to me. He leaned forward so his lips were against my ear and with a soft tone he whispered. "Are you happy with that answer?"

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