TRISTAN
I shouldn’t have left. The second my car sped away from that house, I knew it. But I couldn’t stay either. Not when I was that close to losing control completely. My hands tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as the image replayed in my head for the hundredth time.
Him. His hands on her. The way he pulled her close. The way she stumbled back when I shoved him away- And then… Her face. But the look in her eyes when I cornered her later- scared, wide-eyed, fearing me- it gutted me. I hated myself for it. Hated how she flinched.
But f**k, I couldn't control it. The rage. The obsession. She was mine. Mine. And the world kept trying to rip her away.
A low, animalistic growl ripped from my throat as I slammed my fist against the steering wheel.“f**k!”
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