┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓
Lost
┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛
Chapter 52: Lost (Tristan's POV)
The silence between us the entire way home was worse than any torture. It felt like Amara didn't want to spend a moment longer near me, let alone speak to me or look me in the eye. It felt like I couldn't talk to her, no matter how desperately I wanted to.
Everything unraveled so quickly that our conversation turned into a volatile argument. We were communicating, but we weren't listening to each other, we weren't understanding each other. I truly didn't know how to face her.
She was rightfully upset. I did something knowing it would put her life in danger, and even though my intentions were right, I went about it the wrong way. I couldn't even bring myself to tell her because I knew what she would say, that it wasn't worth the risk I took.
I turned my phone on, knowing it would probably lead Michael to us, but I had never felt so helpless before in my life. The two of us being alone could have been safe had I not turned my phone on, it was possible that Michael would never have found us if I hadn't, but the risks outweighed the safety measures we took. I had no choice but to call for help.
I didn't want her to be any more upset than she already was, so I kept my mouth shut, waiting for the right time. We landed in New York, but that time never came. We sat in the same silence in the car as I drove her to her father's, and still, the time never came.
I felt like a complete fucking fool for not being able to talk to her. She seemed so fragile at the moment. One word from me, and I thought she would break, and there was nothing in this world I hated more than seeing her cry.
"You should go home," Amara finally said as I opened the trunk and brought out her suitcase.
"Let me take you upstairs," I suggested.
"I can go on my own."
"I know, but I don't want you to," I replied, keeping a firm grip on her bag.
She held my gaze, her jaw ticking.
Exhaling softly, I closed the trunk and faced her completely. "Do you want me to leave, Amara?"
A small sigh of defeat escaped her. "Tristan, I don't know how to talk to you when you're like this. You won't tell me why you did it, you're not listening to me—"
"I am listening to you. I understand you, your concerns are valid. I get why you're mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you," she replied softly. "But I need you to help me understand you. How can I not be bothered by what you've done?"
"If it bothers you, then it bothers you. I won't tell you how you should or shouldn't feel."
She paused, a light scoff escaping her. "You don't think we should talk about it? You don't think we should fix this?"
"I think we should take some time apart."
After a beat, she shrugged lightly. "Fine."
YOU ARE READING
Vicious Sins (New York Sinners Series Book 1)
RomanceAmara Milano. The powerful and lethal. Tristan Harper. The heartless and deadly. Together, the two would be a force to reckon with. Unstoppable. Untouchable. Unbeatable. But hate had other plans. ... Amara: They say that revenge is an act of passi...