BRITNEY
I was taken aback when I got home from Josh’s house, and Tristin was sitting outside my apartment, leaning against my front door. After spending time with Josh, I was not mentally ready to switch gears and deal with Tristin. I slightly nudged him with my foot as I dug through my purse for my keys and opened the door. He pushed himself up and followed me in.
I could smell the alcohol seeping from his pores as soon as he walked into the apartment. I watched him stumble in, kicking his shoes off. Standing in my living room observing him, he staggered to take off his suit jacket and looked around. Muttering and cursing under his breath, he appeared to be incredibly irritated.
“This little dump is what you left our lifestyle for?” he asked, annoyed.
I stayed silent, engrossed in my
