This is my fault. My sins are what led to this. I had made so many mistakes and veered off the path of righteousness. I was not treating my body like a temple. I was treating it like a place of sin! Sex, drugs, piercings. I had defiled my temple in most ways. Is that why this happened?Is that why I'm in the waiting room of the hospital praying someone I love will be okay?Did my sins get us here?48 Hours Earlier"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Aleecia asked. "I mean your mother may die.""She'll be fine! It's a tiny stud in my nose, I'm not getting a face tattoo.""She's gonna flip."I s

*Tristian's POV*It had been almost a month since I had kissed her.I barely even saw her. She had decided to take a semester off to take care of her mom, so I couldn't have hidden moments with her at school. At church she was always strictly with her family. Sometimes her eyes would wander over to me during service and then when our eyes locked she'd get this look of immense happiness that quickly turned into sadness.It was like she was remembering how much she loved me, but then also remembered that things were incredibly complicated between us right now. We text a lot. Let me rephrase that; I text her a lot. Sometimes she answers, most times she doesn't. I tried not to take it personally. She was going through so much shit

~Haven's POV~ Getting to the hospital all felt like it was in slow motion. We couldn't drive fast enough and I couldn't run fast enough to get to the right floor and the right room. Heath was waiting in the hall when I arrived. I ran into his arms. "What happened?" I asked.  "Dad went out late last night to get something for mom. A car hit his on the way back home. The car...it flipped over Haven. They said the car was completely totaled. The other person drove off. They don't know who did it." "What about Daddy?" "They're in there with him right now. But they said his injuries were severe." Heath sobbed. "It's all my fault. I should have been the one to go out for her."

*Tristian's POV*"Viola what the fuck are you talking about?" I asked."Trevor had been drinking okay? He got drunk and was driving home even though I told him not to! He hit the car and was gonna stop but he kept going!" She was crying now."Were you in the car too?""No, I swear. But he told me what happened. We got the car fixed the next day. I-I didn't know what to do, I told him I wouldn't say anything, but I can't do it anymore. Haven doesn't deserve this.""Fuck Viola, why would you tell me this?" I groaned. "I'm trying to do the right thing!""But on the day of her dad's funeral? You couldn't wait one day?"

*Tristian’s POV* Before Haven I didn’t consider myself one of those alpha male type of guys. I never felt the need to assert dominance over another guy to protect what felt like mine.  I now felt like I had to do that with Logan.  I was having dinner at the Campbell’s, and who should be there but Logan. He looked ridiculous in an apron leisurely dancing around the kitchen as he and Haven cooked.  She was in a matching apron, so she probably didn’t think it looked ridiculous, which of course bothered me.  I watched them work together in the kitchen. I hated how much of a couple they looked like. He reached around her to grab some spices. He whispered something in her ear.  She giggled and responded with something that made him laugh in return. I hated this. “Aren’t they cute?” Grace chuckled next to me. “They’re so in sync.” “Yeah, they’re good friends.” I muttered. “Unlike you and Haven right? S