"T-Trystan? What are you doing here? Are you okay?" I asked, holding my breath, eyes wide in shock. I couldn't believe my best friend was here, holding a gun. But the thing that was the most horrifying and astounding, was the hatred in his eyes when he directed his look at me. It scared me.
"Shut up," he shook his head, putting his gun back to his holster at his belt. "I don't want to hear anymore of your lies."
I shook my head as the rest of the group amonst us nodded in agreement. "What are you talking about?" I had no idea what he was going on about, but the fact that he was here meant a lot. Did Anna fed him lies about me when I was gone?
"Please just," I began, as he remained silent, his jaw clenched tightly in anger, "-let me explain. Just the two of us."
"Like hell-" Anna bega
