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Pacing around the room, I stopped to stare at Hazel on the bed, praying for her to open her eyes.There was a knock on the door then Kye and Charlotte started walking in, though I didn’t remember telling them to do so.Charlotte had a small basket in her hand which she dropped on the nightstand beside Hazel.“Hey, dude.” Kye said as he stopped beside me while Charlotte sat beside Hazel.“She still isn’t awake?” Charlotte asked rhetorically, staring at Hazel in worry; she started taking out plates from the basket.“Exactly!” I exclaimed. “And Nora has given her the last dose of the antidote, with full assurance that she was going to wake up soon. I’m really over-stressed, I haven’t had proper sleep, and—”“You really need to get a good rest.&
I was glued to my bed, carefully watching Tristan as he walked around preparing for work.I was finally feeling it around me that it had been a while since I had been awake, so watching Tristan walk around shirtless, showing off his body I considered well-defined, with his strong biceps flexing as he moved them around, felt so great; his body made me feel like drooling, and it caused an uncomfortable tingliness in my entire body, and the fact that he wasn’t paying attention to me was worsening it.He picked up his phone to make a call as he brushed his hair and slipped out a shirt and singlet from the wardrobe.“Of course, I’ll definitely be there today. Try to re-book my appointments with as many of them as possible, and try your best to balance my schedule for this week with the last two weeks'.” He said into the phone, then sighed. “I know, I know. It&rsquo
~ HAZEL ~Ā āYes, Mrs. Anderson.ā I smiled at her as Sherri handed over a mug of coffee to her as she had requested.Ā Ā āI was wondering why you werenāt at work, and why you werenāt answering your phone calls. Iād have come earlier, but it was so hard for me to find your home address.ā She said with a smile she never displayed to me before my marriage, not stopping herself from staring around the house.Ā Ā āReally? I thought I already submitted it. Iām so sorry for not calling to let you know after waking up.ā I apologized sheepishly.Ā Ā āOh, itās nothing.ā She waved a hand over her face with a grin, taking a sip from the coffee. āYour house is really beautiful.āĀ Ā āThank you.ā I stared at Tristan who was staggering down the stairs in his shorts and a large robe that didnāt do anything in hiding his bare chest. He looked tired, which was totally understandable, judging from how he had been wor
āHow do you know Lucy? Who the hell is Tiffany?ā Tristan asked.āUhā¦ Iā Iā¦ sheā¦ uhmā¦ā why on Earth was I stuttering?āPlease speak to me.ā He shoved the box aside to move closer to me, holding my hands that began to vibrate.āTristan, Iā I donātā¦ reallyā¦ whāāāHazel,ā he called with his teeth gritted in frustration.āIā Iā Iāmā¦ I donāt think sheās whoā¦ no, Lucy isnāt Tiffany. She just really looks like her.ā I ended with a nervous smile, hoping he wasnāt going to press further.āSo who the hell is Tiffany? And why do you seem so scared to see her again?ā He was starting to frown really hard.āUhā¦ sheāsā¦ā I was trying to think of the perfect way to describe Tiffany, but nothing sensible could fit. āTristan, please forget it.āāForget it?!ā He snapped, jerking to his feet and lettin
āTristan,ā I sighed and hunched over, staring at my toes. I was confused; different thoughts were running through my head. Could Tristan possibly find anything about me before being the me I am right now?Ā āYou still donāt have anything to say, right?ā Tristan still sounded really pissed off.Ā Ā āTristan, you donāt understand,ā I said in almost a whisper.Ā Ā āThen make me understand!āĀ I shut my eyes as tears resumed rolling down my cheeks.Ā Ā āGosh, Hazel.ā He groaned before rising to his feet.Ā Ā āTristan, please.ā I raised my head to him.Ā Ā His eyes softened, obviously because he noticed the tears in my eyes. āWhatās the point of these tears? Whatās keeping you from speaking? What is wrong? What are you hiding?āĀ Ā I tried to at least say something, but more tears stopped me from uttering anything.Ā Ā āExcuse me?ā We
~ HAZEL ~Ā Squinting my eyes, I stretched my arms out with a yawn. It soon felt as though my head had been hit with a large block, but it was only a headache.Ā Ā āShit,ā I held the side of my head, groaning. āWhy did I have to drink so much?āĀ Ā āExactly! You threw up in my car.ā Tristanās voice made me snap awake completely.Ā I jerked to sit up straight, staring at him like he was a burglar trying to steal my bra or something. When did he get here? How did I arrive home last night?Ā āWhatās wrong with you?ā He asked, holding back a smile.Ā Ā āWhyā¦ youā¦ arenātā¦ I thoughtā¦ what hapāāĀ Ā āJeez, calm down.ā He placed his laptop on the nightstand and shifted closer to me. āWhat? Why do you look so surprised?āĀ āItāsāāĀ He wrapped his arms around my waist, causing me to flinch.Ā Ā āWhatās wrong with you?ā
āWhāwhat do you mean?ā Ian stuttered as his hands began to quiver. āNot mine? You must be crazy.āĀ āThe only crazy one here is you. Now stay away from me and my child!ā She pushed him to the floor.Ā Ā āYou canāt leave me like this, Indy.ā He grabbed her hand, quickly rising to his feet. āThereās no way this isnāt our child. We planned this baby together. Something is definitely wrong with you. Youāre running crazy. Whereās my sweetheart? Whereās the angel I know?āĀ Ā āSheās dead.ā She yanked her hand from his grip and started walking in my direction.Ā Ā I quickly hid behind a wall before she could see me, then took to my heels, heading to my car.Ā Ā āWhere did you go? I was starting to get really worried,ā Mike said, as soon as I got to the car.Ā Ā āLetās return.ā I was panting from running.Ā Ā āWhat happened?ā Sherri asked, looking concerned.Ā Ā
āOhā¦ whatās that? Is there a toy model of my husband or something?ā I quirked an eyebrow at her, hoping to convey the message that she wasnāt making any sense.Ā Ā āNo, Hazel.ā She replied through gritted teeth. āI want Tristan back. Donāt you remember he was mine before I decided to give him to you?āĀ Ā āIs this Tristan you speak of an object? I can help you search for a tristan.āĀ āThis isnāt funny at all. Iām not kidding, Hazel. I want Tristan back as mine. Tristan Shane Hendrix. I donāt know what youāll do or how you'll do it, but you have to return what's mine back to me.āĀ I paused, peering into her sky blue eyes for a while, before throwing my head back to laugh uncontrollably.Ā Ā āIām being dead serious here. Nothing is funny at all.ā She clenched her fists, not bothering to hide her frustration.Ā Ā I just couldn't stop myself from laughing; tears started rolling down