Trisha’s Point of View
I left Starbucks and drove my car. My friends were trying to follow me. Trying to call me. Lumabas ako ng Country Club. My tears started to fall.
Peep-peep. I heard a horn behind my car. Damn it. I parked my car at the side road. I can’t see the road due to my tears. I cried so hard. I didn’t saw Tristan open my car door. I just felt him. He hugged me.
“Just cry, Trish. Ilabas mo lahat,” He whispered.
“After this, please stop. Don’t let him hold you like this. I am proud of your courage and strength, but you have to be stronger to face him.”
“I can’t. Please, Tristan. I can’t.”
“I don’t know how to help you. Do you want me to kill that guy?”
“No. Don’t hurt him. He is here for training.”
“How did you know?”
“I… just know,” I said. So ashamed to tell my bro
