Tristan laid face down on the bed. He was having a headache. It didn't help that he was furious too.
Why couldn't she understand that he was doing everything for her? The only thing she could point out was that she felt caged. Really?
How short sighted could she be?
It took all his willpower for him not to yell back at her earlier. Does she thinks she's the only one who can yell?
He didn't want to yell and then feel guilty about it later. He already has enough guilt on his plate right now and he didn't need more.
He heard loud knocking, it was more like someone was banging the door. He sat up abruptly and listened. The sound seemed to be coming from Angela’s room.
He jumped to his feet and darted to her room in confusion. Why was she banging the door? Was she locked in?
He got to th
