Don't Let Go

Chapter 11

Hannah's POV

The next few days I spent locked in my room or at school. I avoided questions and I avoided the world. Tristan never showed up at school.

I stared at his name in my cell phone, contemplating texting him, but I knew he wouldn't want to hear from me. 

"Call him." I heard a voice say from behind me, as I ate cereal one morning. I turned around.

"What?" I asked, dazed.

"I don't know what happened between you and Tristan, but hiding from the world isn't fixing anything." Aaron said to me.

"I thought you didn't want me to talk to Tristan." I mumbled, not really invested in this conversation. He shrugged.

"What do I know, I'm not your mom or dad." he said, walking away. I watched him go. 

I picked up my phone again and dialed Tristan's number. He answered.

"Tristan?" I asked, hopefully.

"It's Brad." said a sharp voice.

"Tristan doesn't have his phone, don't try to contact him." he said quickly.

"Wait, what's going on-" I began, but the line went dead. This is not okay! I'm in this too now, Brad can't just shut me out. Suddenly I gained all of the energy that I had missing for the past few days. I grabbed my car keys, got in my car, and drove to Tristan's house. 

Just as I raised my hand to knock on the front door, it opened. Brad was standing there.

"Go home." he stared into my eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked, angrily.

"Well my mom won't stop yelling at Tristan, my dad I haven't seen in a few days and Tristan is dead set on killing himself. Anymore questions." he added sarcastically. He had begun to close the door on my face but I pushed it back.

"Let me help him." I said firmly. Brad shook his head in anger.

"Nothing you do is helping. All you're doing is making his life more complicated." Brad said.

"Let me just see him." I begged. Brad held my stare for a moment. Looking into his green eyes, I forgot it was Brad and not Tristan. Damn those two looked so similar.

"He doesn't want to see you." Brad's voice softened. 

"Please." I begged again. We stood there silently for a few more moments. Then Brad took a step back, as if to let me pass him. I hurried passed him and up the stairs. I knocked on Tristan's door.

"Go away." he said, probably thinking I was his mom or Brad. I pushed the door open. Tristan's head snapped up from his bed.

"What are you doing here?" he became defensive.

"I needed to know you were okay." I breathed, staring at Tristan's too-pale face.

"I'm fine." he said.

"You don't look fine." I replied quietly.

"No thanks to you." he glared at me. My eyes flashed.

"What did you expect me to do? You were killing yourself Tristan." I said loudly.

"Was I just supposed to sit back and watch it happen?" I continued.

"You're right. This is my fault. I should have never started anything with you." he shook his head.

"Better late than never. Go home Hannah. Stay away from me." he said simply.

"Stop." I said aggressively.