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TRISTAN'S STORY (Part 1)

Tristan's POV

I pushed the vase to the floor. Angela shrieked and covered her ears as she crouched in a corner. I dragged her by the collar so we could see eye-to-eye.If she thought she could get out of this with one of her pity parties,she was so wrong.

"What do you mean?",I asked again,shaking her while I spaced my words so she could hear them clearly

She held my fist with both of her hands,trying to pry them off her collar.She dug her nails into my hands till they bled.I hissed and slammed her on the wall .She trembled like a coward in my hands.Her eyes held a silent plea,but I wasn't having it.Not after what she did to me.

"Talk,bitch!",I threw her to the table.Her back and her head slammed the dressing table with a loud smash and she fell to the floor with closed eyes.She was probably acting.I used the tip of my sneakers to push her.

"Get up.I'm not falling for that",but she refused.She lay there with her face to the floor.My anger was waning and it was slowly turning to fear
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