Stealing the limelight I

A question rang in the room, interrupting Tristan's business. "What's happening here?"

We glanced at each other surprisingly. Our bodies stiffened when we saw Mrs. Griswol, Tristan's mother, holding the doorknob and glaring at us.

He secretly and swiftly threw the knife under the bed and raised a pillow. "Couple's fight," He said, forcing out a smile.

His mother gave us a suspecting look as if she didn't believe what he said. After a few minutes of silence, she spoke up, "Alright! Come down and apologize to your father,"

After saying this, she left the room.

Tristan flung the pillow to the bed and gave me a threatening stare. I lowered my head and shook under his gaze.

"Fuck! This body. Only if I had control over it,"

He left the room thereafter.

"Mtchewww!" I hissed, staring at the pretty, yet fragile body in the vanity.

It would have been pleasant to be able to attack Tristan, nevertheless, the body was too weak. So useless.

Tristan apologized to his father and after many p