Finding Eric
Tristan's POV I didn't want to leave Elona, she still wanted nothing to do with me after everything I had said. I don't know what else to do to win her back and there is clearly pain that she is carrying, something that she cannot get over, although I sense it to be deeper pain. And it's all because of me. All because of Cris and her f^cking words. As much as I wanted to say and make sure she would get back home safely, I needed to give her that space. In the meantime, I have Austin to deal with. I arrived at home, I didn't give a f^ck who was here. I walked to the dining table and took a seat, taking my phone out of my pants pocket and I dialed my mother's number. I hope that this isn't true. I placed the phone against my ear as the phone rang. "Hi, sweetpea-" "Mom, stop calling me
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