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I stormed into my car and drove away when I realized no matter how long I stand there I will not be allowed to enter the house. I hated myself so much for coming in the first place, I should have listened to my instinct when I thought of not coming.

I hit my car several times angrily and rested my head on the car stirring. I hate this feeling so much.

“I hate Tristan.” I muttered to myself struggling not to cry because as much as I wanted to blame Tristan I also realized that somehow I am to blame for what’s going on, if I had not left the house that day, things would have been very different from what it is right now.

I picked my phone to place a call across to Diego, then I remembered our last conversation, I realized that calling him will not be a good decision so it’s better I don't do it.

I started the car and drove away. After a long ride I stopped at my favorite bar and walked in, my sim was to drink till I couldn't move anymore, I just needed to clear my head from
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