ELIZABETH'S POV

The car ride home was silent. Tristan had one of his bodyguards drive the car I stole home and I had to ride with Tristan. I bit my lip and gazed out the widow, my eyes still swollen and puffy. I felt embarrassed. But most of all I felt confused. Why did he hug me? We never speak and when we do its with hate. Maybe he had sympathy, I probably looked pathetic. The car ride seemed like hours, the silence and tension surrounding me and making me even more uncomfortable.

I didn't ask him why he hugged me, because honestly I didn't want to know the answer. I just knew it was probably something he'd never do again.

"I'm sorry," the words fell out of my lips in a whisper. What the fuck? I had no control of that I promise.

You don't have control of a lot of things anymore.

I was answered back with silence and I fidgeted uncomfortably.

I excepted the response and remained silent the rest of the way. I was mad at myself for saying sorry. I mean I did steal his car and almost crashed into him, but I don't think a man like him deserved an apology.

We pulled up to the large mansion and I prepared myself to jump out of the car quickly but he spoke, "Elizabeth, you're an adult. But what you did today was very childish."

Great, just what I needed, a second dead, "Look I don't need your lecture," I snapped back.

He narrowed his eyes at me, "Obviously you do, you could have gotten yourself killed!"

I flinched at his sudden change in tone. He was right, I could've gotten myself killed.

"Why do you care?" I countered. Well that was a dumb question, I would care if he died. No matter how much I hate him, I would care if he died. I would care if anyone I knew died, death wasn't a joke.

He let out a low growl and I drop my head so he couldn't see the fearful expression that took over my face, "Because I do, whether or not you like it, you are my wife. So fucking deal with it," I glared at him and then he continued, "actually, you know what. I don't care. Go get yourself killed, just don't use my car to do it."

He swung the car door opened and slammed it shut leaving me inside. I'd be lying if I said that didn't hurt, but it hurt a lot more on top of all the other pain. I pursed my lips and another tear slipped out of my eye. Fuck what a day.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. My legs felt weak and unstable as I made my way up the steps. How could you go from a hug to 'don't care if you die', in two seconds? The thought made me feel sick and I rushed up into my room quickly.

I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. I looked like shit, my nose red, my eyes swollen, my hair disheveled. I sighed and stripped out of my clothing and stepped into the hot shower. This is what I needed.

I let the water fall against my skin and I closed my eyes attempting to forget and relax. Everything was so much all at once. My thoughts trailed back to the car, what if I didn't hit the breaks? Because at this point I felt like I didn't have anything to live for. I love my father but he did this to me, my moms dead, my brother hates me, my husband hates me, I hate my step mom, everything has gone to shit. Then my mind traveled to Tanner and the thought of leaving hurt me more.

You've already failed one, might as well fail the other.

No, thats one thing I will never do. I have to be strong for Tanner.

What about Leo, huh? Look at what you did to him.

I didn't mean too, I want him to be ok. Me leaving will only make it worst.

You staying isn't helping either.

God I hate you.

It's your fault I'm here.

I turned and shut off the shower obviously not getting any peace with my own thoughts attacking me.

I dried myself off and decided to go to bed, I definitely wasn't in the mood to eat.

I climbed into my comfortable bed, not bothering to put on clothes and did my best to ignore my thoughts. Eventually I felt my eyes become heavy and my mind fall into a deep slumber.

***

My eyes looked up at the cloudy sky. Rain fell against my face but I could not feel it. I walked down the sidewalk with my gaze on the ground now. I watched my feet step into the puddles and the water ripple at me doing so. The energy my body once held was gone and I felt weak, sick almost. Slightly dizzy and not able to focus my vision on something. Even still I continued to walk. I felt uneasy, as if someone was watching me. I quickened my pace and didn't look behind me. I heard much faster steps coming up behind me. They sounded almost close enough to where the person could reach out and touch me.

So I ran. My legs picked up speed and my arms were held at my sides in a swinging motion. The footsteps still followed me with a quicker pace and I wanted to scream. Scream for help but nothing came out. The sidewalk felt never ending and for some reason I couldn't bring myself to go off of it. No matter how much my mind told me to turn and run my body didn't listen.

My mind was distracted and I felt someone grab my arm and I was spun around. I braced myself for what was to come next but when I turned around, no one was there.

The scenery changed around me almost as if I completed a level I'm a video game and went onto the next level. I was completely surrounded by black. Shallow water pooled at my feet but the black was never ending. I started to walk and my body became cold.

"Lizzy!"  I heard a little boy yell and I spun around.

I saw a little girl sitting on the ground crying with a bicycle next to her. A boy who looked about 14 ran to her and crouched next to her, "Lizzy are you okay?"

The girl wiped her eyes and took in a shaky breath, "this is the third time I fallen, look I scraped my knee and my elbow. You said I would get it this time Damie you promised I would"

She sounded frustrated and the boy took her in his arms and she gladly crawled into his lap, "I'm sorry, you will get it I promise. It's hard at first but it's so much fun when you know how. Let's go inside and get you cleaned up alright?"

The young girl sniffled and nodded and the boy stood with her in his arms and walked away.

I knew my mind was playing a memory and I knew that was me. The other person did not come so easily.

That's when I heard gunshots and screams. A mansion appeared and a large sum of people ran from the open doors. The same girl who was my younger self was caught in the middle of the crowed sobbing and searching for someone.

"Mom!" She said while crying and pushing the people around but there was no response.

Then everything went silent the black surrounded me and I held my breath.

"Elizabeth," a voice spoke. It came from every direction and made me feel sick again. The same presence as the person chasing me.

"Whose there?" I ask, I felt like a stupid white girl in a horror movie going in the dark basement and asking if someone was there. Like they would respond.

"Elizabeth," it repeated once again. Until it didn't stop.

My name was spoken over and over again by an unknown voice. I fell the the ground and covered my ears in attempt to stop the dreadful voice but it wouldn't stop.

Tears started to spill out of my eyes and I felt the voice trying to get inside my head.

"What do you want!" I yelled out and everything went silent.

I didn't dare to move out of the position I was in until someone spoke.

"I want you," it came from right in front of me and sounded so loud. But it came out as a whisper.

I looked up and a loud gunshot rang through my ears.

I jolted awake and almost screamed. My body was covered in sweat but I was cold. Just fantastic, nightmares. I slid out of bed and threw on shorts and a tank top. I glanced at the clock and it was 1:15, even better.

I walked down the stairs hoping a glass of water would soothe my uneasy mind. As I neared the kitchen I heard muffled noises and I tilted my head. What the hell? Was someone in the house? All the lights were off and I became scared, I reached for the closest thing to me. Which happened to be a book. Yeah I know, a book, great defense weapon.

My mind wasn't thinking though and instincts kicked in. I crept towards the kitchen with the book raised in defense. There was dim lights coming from the kitchen and I continued forward, careful not to make a noise.

The noises continued but were louder. They sounded like, moans? Was someone being hurt?

I rounded the corner of the kitchen and felt my stomach drop at the sight in front of me. I lowered the book and stood there frozen, unable to move or make a noise. Then a screech came from the blond, assuming she saw me. She grabbed her shirt on the counter and covered herself quickly.

"What?" Tristan asked then he followed where her eyes laid.

His eyes met mine and I felt the urge to cry, but I had no more tears. So I just stood there with my mouth slightly open, like a gold fish. I felt pained, we may hate each other but he's still my husband. We said our vows although they meant nothing. I guess this is just something I didn't see coming. Maybe I thought out of everything that could happen this wouldn't.

"Shit," he muttered and ran his hand down his face.

Thankfully him speaking triggered something in me and I was able to move. I quickly spun on my heels and ran upstairs back to my room.

Fuck, I'm still thirsty.

Are you serious?? After what just happened you can only think of the drink we didn't get?

I paced back and forth in my room trying to wrap my mind around what I just saw. I was in shock now but I knew it would hit me later.

I fell back on my bed and placed my head in my hands, "Dammit," I murmured.

Sadly I watched my door open and Tristan stepped in.

He opened his mouth to speak but the sight of him quickly replaced my shock with anger.

"What the hell," I hissed standing up, "I got married to you because you needed me to. This is how you repay me? I married you to fix your reputation and here you are ready to ruin it and take me down along with it. You say I act like a child? I do stupid things? I think your the one who needs a fucking lecture! What do you think would happen if someone found out?! God knows that slut has probably told multiple people!"

Anger pulsed through my veins as I stood in front of the poor excuse of a husband.

"Camille is trusted I've known her for a long time, she won't speak to anyone. I'm not as dumb as you think, but a man has needs. What did you think, I just wouldn't have sex with anyone?"

"You could have at least told me first, instead of me coming into the kitchen and finding you with a random bitch!" I yelled. I didn't expect him not to have sex, but I didn't want to find out he was this way.

He glared and stepped forward, "She's not a random bitch."

The way the words came out were filled with emotion I didn't know he had, he was defending her?

"D-do you, do you love her?" I asked almost at a whisper, honestly scared of the answer.

Instead of what I expected he let out a sick chuckle that made me feel sick, "Are you that naive, Eliza? I don't love," I felt myself become queasy, "I just fuck. She's someone I've fucked for a while."

I didn't think his response would be worse then I thought it would but he proved me wrong.

I looked down unable to look at the man in front of me any longer, "Leave," I whispered.

He stood there for a second and then stormed out of the room slamming the door. I flinched at the action and stayed in place for a second.

Still thirsty, bitch.

Oh my fuck!

I waited a few minutes before I decided to venture out of my room once more in search of water.

I cautiously made my way to the kitchen. When I was greeted with no noise I walked in and grabbed a glass and filled it up.

I took a long drink and let the cool liquid fall down my throat and sooth my body.

"So your the bitch who ruined his life?"

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ruff time

don't worry they'll get better, eventually

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