restored love

17

OLIVIA

I haven't slept well in days. Alyssa and Ezra's couch is the worst place to sleep and I'm almost tempted to creep back into Tristan's apartment just so I can sleep on the bed.

Ezra told me that Tristan was going to work soon so I was going to take my chance to sneak into his apartment and retrieve some more clothes and other essentials.

I grab the spare key he gave to me and I unlocked his apartment. He wasn't there and I let out a relieved sigh.

I headed directly to my room and grabbed a duffel bag and stuffed my remaining clothes in there. I threw it over my shoulder and began to leave. When my hand encircled the bedroom door, I heard a faint noise of a door opening and then closing. Fuck.

Tristan was back.

I could either stay in here until Tristan decided to go back to work or I can walk out and head straight for the door and ignore his presence. I vote for the latter.

Inhaling a deep breath, I walk out of the room and I hear Tristsn mumble something before he turns around to face me. His brows shot up and his mouth parted but no words came out. He definitely wasn't expecting me here. As I told myself. I ignored his presence and headed to the door but before I could turn the handle. His hand enveloped mine and he pushed me against the door. I hissed as my front slammed against the door. I turned my head so that my cheek was resting against the door.

"Get off me," I grunted, trying to free my hands from his grip.

"Shut up Olivia and listen to me," he says, his hand tightening around my hands.

If this is his way of apologising it sucks.

"I'm not letting you go until you talk to me," he says, locking the door with his free hand.

"This is kidnapping," I shout.

"Technically you walked in here first." I could hear the amusement in his ridiculous voice.

"And you are not letting me go. Search up the definition of fucking kidnapping and you'll see." I shout.

"If I let go of you, will you leave?" he asks calmly.

"The door is fucking locked, dumbass."

He lets go of me for a second before turning me around so I could look at him. He looked terrible.
His blue eyes were darker than usual and there were obvious dark circles underneath them.

"I'm so sorry Olivia. I did not mean to say that to you." he begins to say.

"So what did you mean?" I cry out, anger filling me.

"I don't know. I wanted to know why you would even try to drink. You always criticized me for drinking and then you tried to drink and I was convinced Sebastian forced you to."

I cut him off. "He would never do that. He was teaching me control. You wouldn't understand Tristan. He and I both have alcoholic parents. He was teaching me how to control alcohol and not turn out like my mother." I exclaim.

He inhales a sharp breath before dropping to his knees. What the fuck. I couldn't ignore the warmth that ignited my insides at the sight of him on his knees for me.

"Olivia. I am begging you to forgive me. I am here on my knees for you. I swear it was a mistake, I was wrong. You are nothing like her. You would never abandon your family, you would never choose anything over your family. You took over the responsibility of Daisy at such a young age and Daisy is eternally grateful to you. That alone just proves you are nothing like your mother."

Tears brim my eyes as his words sink in. No one had ever realized my hard work with Daisy. I felt recognized because someone had finally realised how much I sacrificed myself for her.

"I would do anything for you to move back in with me." he practically begs. Oh god.

"This isn't me completely forgiving you," I whisper.

He slowly stands up. "I will spend every second I have trying to make it up to you," he says.

I nod slowly. "Promise you'll never compare me to her," I whisper.

He holds his pinky out to me and my heart stops. We haven't done this in years.

"I promise you I'll never even talk about her." I could hear the truth in his voice.

I connect my pinky with his and a grin tugs at his lips. "Will you move back in here?" he asks.

"Well, the couch in Alyssa's apartment isn't comfortable so yes," I murmur