The Bride

I almost refused to talk to him. It saddened me to see him so spoiled. I set out to catch the monster that haunted him, and again employed a guard, but to no avail.

Who was this person? And what does he want?

People had to be someone they knew, not just anyone. On Wednesday, Tristan decided to sleep in her room. I was afraid and worried to leave him alone. I’m lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, are you okay? What about his nightmare? She told me I needed some time alone and she hoped she wouldn’t get hurt.

Hearing this, I sat on the bed.

accident. “Tristan?”

I left the room and ran to him.

I opened the door and saw him throwing things and swearing loudly. – Stop Tristan! he went

I bowed as his laptop moved closer to me. “Tristan, listen to me, this is Cassie.” I got close.

I put my hand on her shoulder and she came back with the bedside lamp in her hand. Before I could face the darkness that surrounded me, the bedside lamp hit my head.

– He will wake up.

I tried to open my eyes at the sound of the next door. “Chloe?”

Someone called and took my hand. He felt rude. His vision was still blurry and his head snapped back.

“Chloe?”

I closed my eyes and opened them again. Adrian’s gray eyes looked at me with relief. – Adrian?

“Oh… Chloe.”

I heard Karen’s voice from behind and she came and hugged me.

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He said as he drove. “How are you feeling?” he looked and asked

She doesn’t seem to know me. “funny”.

– I’ll call the doctor.

He waved my hand and left. I looked around and saw another patient on the left.

I saw a blue hospital gown, but I never thought I would wear it. Thinking about this, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

“Where’s Tristan?”

I still closed my eyes and asked, waiting for an answer, but got no answer. I opened my eyes and looked at Karen suspiciously. He looked uncomfortable.

When I opened my mouth to ask again, the door opened. Adrian came with a male doctor and the doctor smiled as he approached.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Michael.”

“Hello.” I murmured. “How are you feeling?” “you have a headache.” “Something else?”

“Not”.

– Okay, ma’am, please cooperate with me.

“good.” I nodded.

– How many fingers do you see? “Three”.

I hated him because he was so childish. “Are you sure?”

“Yes”.

I almost rolled my eyes at him. – How much do you see now? “Two”.

I answered with a tired face. He looked at Adrian and Karen who both had a strange expression.

“What the?”

I asked to feel left out. “I’m going to lock you in here for a few days to make sure there’s no brain damage.”

“several days?” I murmured.

“Four five. have a nice day.”

He gently grabbed my shoulder and left with a big smile.

“Is it that bad?”

I frowned and asked them. “I’m sure you’ll leave this place by the end of this week.”

Karen said with a smile. “I hope so.”

When I saw my roommate, she was an old lady with a broken leg and hanging by her neck, still sleeping.

“Where is the tree…”

– I’ll be back soon, so let’s get something to eat.

Adrian cut me off, took Karen’s hand and I watched them leave. They cleverly avoided the question.

I got out of bed with a strong urge to urinate. As I was walking to the bathroom, I rolled over the pole where the IV was hanging from.

I decided to do my job and wash my face and went to the small mirror hanging above the sink. Seeing the person staring at me in the mirror, the bruise on my left face and the small wound with bandages took my breath away.

A small scar in the middle of the left eyebrow caught my attention. Is the table on the face broken? I shook my head and took a deep breath. It wasn’t his fault. I washed my face and went back to my room.

I called, but there was no phone. Adrian and Karen arrived with food. I sat on the bed and looked at them lying in front of me. “Have a nice dinner.”

Karen stepped back and said.

I looked back at the food in front of me. ‘What are you doing? Do not like? Adrian asked. “Or should I feed you?”

Karen asked. They were both confused. Tristan, don’t lie to me.

‘Okay, it’s safe somewhere. “In a safe place?” Where?”

He groaned and looked at Karen. “Sent to intensive care.”

“What the? Are you sure about this?”

“We’ll talk about that later, eat.” he interrupted in a serious tone.

I had no appetite and my roommate woke up but was quiet. When I was done, Karen put everything away. When he finished, I turned my attention to Adrian. “In healing, all will be well.”

‘He didn’t mean to hurt you. He was upset when he realized what he had done. He called me and asked me for help.

“Well, I hope that’s all right.” I said. “Excuse me if I go, but I’ll be back in the evening.”

– It’s okay, thanks for being here. They both took me.

Ms. The next day, Sanchester and Nana came to see me. When it went down I was devastated and apologized for what happened. They stayed up all day and left around midnight.

The next three days at the hospital were uneventful, and my roommate didn’t like me for reasons known only to him. I asked if I could talk to Tristan but was told he didn’t want to talk to me and I agreed it was best not to contact me as I was still in treatment.

I was very happy to hear that he was fired the next day. It was my last day and Veena promised to come. It came with my favorite milkshake. After I was fired, Morris took me home and looked after me…

Unfortunately.

“If you need anything, Miss Simpson, I’m here.”

He told me when I got home. When he came up the stairs, the house was so empty, I wondered how long he would be in the intensive care unit.

I went to my room and took a good shower. He was wearing burgundy leggings and a white shirt.

I sat on the floor in front of the transparent wall. I looked at the pool and remembered the night I showed him a scar on my back.

Tristan may be a cold person but he was better than any man I’ve ever met, he didn’t hurt me on purpose and he tried to be nice and with PTSD. I came out of my room a few hours later and went to his room, his furniture was changed and the room was

looks new

I lay down on his bed and closed my eyes. “It’s not your fault.”

I whispered and tried to sleep.

It had been seven weeks since I had been home without Tristan and confined to my room to focus on my studies. The phone rang and when I pressed the answer button I knew it was Veena.

“Hello.”

I said tiredly. “Chloe”.

My heart stopped beating. – Father?

– Can we meet? “Meeting?… Yes… Where?”

– We will send you the address.

“good.”

A smile spread across my face wearing black jeans. I was very excited because I didn’t know why he wanted to see me.

We met at his favorite restaurant. I arrived before my father, sat on a bench and waited outside. I was suddenly nervous. I miss my family so much and it’s been 5 months since I last saw them.

I didn’t know the reason for the sudden meeting, but should I get excited or angry? I know they kicked me out and I must be upset that I don’t trust myself, but I wanted to see. After it was all over, I realized that if I did something embarrassing to my family, they would walk away without even making eye contact. But today my father came to see me. I think something happened to the house. Even though all of this is true, I was glad he came because he still loved me and wanted to see me. “Chloe?”

Hearing his father’s voice from behind, he stood up and looked at him.

“Hi dad.”

I laughed. – You look old.

He says looking me up and down.

“It’s been five months.” I suddenly got angry. – Please, let’s sit down.

We sat down and ordered drinks. I was upset because my mother and sister didn’t come. “How are you?” he asked.

“How do I look?”

“Be happy and healthy. It’s better than I thought.”

“I’m happy, I’m happy.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” – What about Siara?

“He was offered a job in Seattle, so he left.”

“Oh, since when did he tell me?”

“last month.” – And mom?

– It’s good, he misses you. I knew it was a lie.

“Sure.” I forced myself to laugh as if none of this was true. – What about you… um… your son and… your boyfriend?

“I miscarried.”

No one will buy a lie anymore.

‘Oh, I’m so sorry. How are you holding up?’

“It’s been a month and I’m fine.” – I do not know.

‘Please, no one needs to know. We don’t want it to come out.”

“good. Let me know if you need anything.”

– I will not do this. Tell mom I’m still alive. I got up to tell him and left. :°•

When I got home, I was tired, so I took off my sneakers and lay down.

I heard a commotion in the kitchen, and Maurice has to cook dinner. Feeling parched from today, I set my bag down and headed for the kitchen.

– Hi, Maurice.

I said to open the fridge. I grabbed a bottle of water and gave him a big smile, but the smile faded when I saw Tristan looking at me.

His beard had now turned into a beard and he smiled a little at me and the guilt was evident in his eyes. “I know you hate me now because…” “Shut up.”

I stepped in, wrapped my arms around him, greeted the familiar scent that filled my nose, and walked over to where he sat.

I’m glad you’re back and I don’t hate you.

“I’m sorry, Cassie.”

He whispered and kissed my head, yes

Embrace me

he pressed me “Sorry”. he said again.

I didn’t say anything, he didn’t back down and I really missed him. “Are you hungry?”

When we parted, I asked

“I’m a bad person. I shouldn’t have done it, I shouldn’t have done it”.

‘Tristan, whatever.

‘No, it’s all wrong. I hit you with a candle. what do you say?’

“Yes, you were, but you weren’t yourself. Trust me. I was so angry that you shot me in the face.”

I tried to make him laugh, but it didn’t work. “IT

untouched

I’m after a woman, Cassie. This is

the rest is me

Mine

“I live. IT…”

you can cook pasta

today. Maurice taught

me”.

I walked up to him and sat next to him. I smiled at her as I picked the herbs.

“We should talk, Cassie.”

‘I know, but I’m sick of the guilt. I don’t think I did enough to help, I’m terrified.”

“You don’t know how much it means to me that you’re in this house.”

He said with a sad smile and I answered.

Everyone got a chance. I was sure it would be fine and I wanted to help here.

He was human and like everyone else he had flaws and he never let me down. “I’ll teach you how to cook grandma’s favorite dishes.”

he suggested, “Okay, I’m in.”

I said slap me on the cheek. Realizing that he was still looking at me, I smiled and held out my hand.

his legs behind him. He grabbed my hand, pulled me closer and kissed me lightly before pulling back. Thank you for staying. “Thank you for not killing me.” I said jokingly.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

– OK no?

It was best to bury this memory. “sure.”

“When you came?” “Last night?”

“What are you waiting for?”

“You were sleeping and looked very tired. You disappeared before you left my room this morning.”

– Dad called to see me. He looked nervous.

“I told him I had a miscarriage.”

I expected him to be angry, but he laughed. “We need to make it official.” – And your mother?

“I’ll tell him the truth.”

Cooking with Tristan was fun and interesting. He was the head of the kitchen, but I pissed him off whenever I could.

The food was great. I honestly forgot how it was done after an hour. I wanted to ask about his treatment

But part of me knew he wouldn’t tell me.

Today was supposed to be the best day of my life since that incident. The bodyguard was fired, but I don’t know if the man was happy.

Whoever it is, I hope you’re happy now. We were both lying in bed and I approached him in the dark. IT

Knowing he was still awake, his beard brushed my face. “Do you still have nightmares?” I asked quietly.

– Yes, but not every day. “Are you seriously hurt?”

he asked after a while. “Not”.

“I’m sorry I hurt you, I say that all the time”

I laughed in the dark.

I woke up to a noise outside, I put Tristan’s arm down and checked the time, it was 2:00 in the morning.

I looked at Tristan and quietly got out of bed so as not to wake him. I left the room to see if it was Maurice. Where did you see the figure?

I stood by the stairs. “Maurice?”

I asked as I steadily descended the stairs, finding the switch next to the stairs and turning on the lights.

It wasn’t Maurice. Tall slender legs, I was sure it was someone else. The man was gone before I could get a good look.

“Hello!”

I went down the stairs and followed her. The man in Morris, who wears a black hood and looks too thin, must be the man who tormented Tristan with his past memories.

I ran faster, thanked God for the lap, and the PE coach made me finish high school. I hit the man and ran past the pool to the other side of the garden.

“Stop!”

I screamed. I sped up and knocked the man down, I lowered the hood and I couldn’t believe what I was looking at.

“no way.” I murmured. “no way.”

I was very surprised. – Karin?

– Hello, Chloe.

He said undetected with an evil smile. “Have you ever been like this?” Why?”

‘I wish I had time to talk, but I don’t. I’m sorry I had to do this.”

Before I could absorb his last words, he stabbed me in the throat with a syringe.

I sank to the ground like a lifeless creature and was paralyzed. I couldn’t move any part of my body. My head was paralyzed and I could only move my eyes. “What you did?”

I asked her and she smiled bitterly.

‘Don’t worry, it will wear off

three hours.”

– he said as he lay next to me and stroked my hair as if he was asleep. “I hate people who stand in my way, you shouldn’t have followed me.”

– he said and pulled my hair. he stood up

look at me “Why are you doing this?” He laughed at my question.

– Is not obvious? To torture him for what he did to Fiona.

Who was Fiona? – What did he do to her?

“I don’t have time to talk. I have to get back to my real friend before he wakes up and realizes I’m gone. Stupid Adrian thinks I’m in Miami, my fiance. Because of this, I haven’t seen my boyfriend in a year and I can’t wait for this to be over.”

He screamed and rolled his eyes. “But first I have to make sure my secrets are safe.”

He left and came back with the net he used to clean the pool.

What was she going to do with him? I hope it doesn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

“I’m sorry Chloe, you’re a really nice person, even if you’re mean.”

he said spitefully. His eyes looked evil. He raised the iron rod…

He smiled before hitting my head and slapping me hard again as if the first time wasn’t enough.

When I tried to open my eyes, I groaned, my head hurt and it felt like a marathon. I fixed my eyes on the white ceiling, was it heaven? Am I already dead? I couldn’t unmask Karen and tell Tristan that I love her.

I felt my soul move and turned my head to see Tristan sleeping. He was sitting on a wooden chair with his head on the bed.

I was still alive! You can expose Karen! I smiled and touched her face. Fortunately, I was able to move my body. I ignored the vibrations in my head and opened my eyes as his thick lashes fluttered.

“Hey.” I whispered I barely noticed my voice. – cash.

He stood up and looked at me like it wasn’t true. He leaned down and kissed my head.

“Wake up.”

– he whispered and caressed my face. He kissed all over my face before kissing my lips.

“Sorry”.

He looked very tired. I smiled softly and stroked his face with my thumb.

“I’m sorry, Cassie.”

He seemed to fall. The door opened and Adrian walked in and took Karen’s hand. My hand fell from Tristan’s face.

“you!”

I looked at him. I hated how weak my voice was.

“It is him.”