Chained Lovers

Chapter 15: A Secret Unfolded With A Tear

K I A R A ' S P.O.V

When I arrived gone, the house looked daunting. The huge stone building towered over me as I scaled it to reach my window. The darkness and cold just added to the terrible feeling, that was looming over me, like a dark cloud.

Stumbling across my wooden floor, I quickly grab my chair in order to stop myself. I waited patiently in the dark for any sign of my parents and let out a sigh in relief when I all I received was peaceful silence.

"Going somewhere?" A lamp switched in on, revealing Tristan sitting in the corner of my room, legs crossed with Cara in his arms. He looked like a f*****g Bond villain.

"Actually I've just got home." He raised an eyebrow at me, as if daring me to go against him.

"And where the f**k have you been?" He spat out between gritted teeth, causing me to clench my jaw.

"I've been with a friend." Not a complete lie, me and Aaron were friends.

"A friend? You seriously want me to believe that your f**k buddy is just a friend." Ohhhh, he thought I was sneaking out to meet

Sawyer. This was even better than I thought.

"Yes, Sawyer is my friend and I snuck out to meet him."

"To f**k?" I narrowed my eyes at the accusation. I wish.

"Why does it matter?"

"What do you mean?" I walked further into my room, throwing my jacket onto the bed.

"Why does it matter if I snuck out to f**k Sawyer? I'm a woman, I have needs."

"And do they need to be fulfilled in the middle of night when I don't know where the f**k you are?" He was scared. Huh, this was a new one. I had dealt with worried, jealous, insanely over protective, angry, annoyed and sad, but scared Tristan was a new one.

"Tristan," I whispered softly into the night, walking over to him and resting my hand on his perfectly chiseled jaw. "I'm okay, I'm safe and I can handle myself. I would never put myself in danger without somebody knowing. I actually want to live."

"I know baby-girl but I..." He glanced down at the floor as if ashamed. "I was scared. When I saw your empty room and the open window, I thought someone had taken you and then I figured out that you snuck away on your accord. Please always tell me where you're going." It wasn't a promise I could uphold but it was certainly one I could try to.

"I promise to try." Looking down at Cara, I carefully pulled her into my arms and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Hi, my little rose." She blinked, which was incredibly creepy, especially in the dead of night.

"Good night baby-girl, goodnight Cara." Tristan kissed her temple, before hesitating whether or not to kiss me. Taking a breath, he leaned in, letting his soft lips connected with my forehead. I felt a similar warm feeling rush through my body, just like when Aaron pecked my cheek. "See you tomorrow."

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I took a deep breath, grabbing my concealer and quickly dabbing some underneath my eyes in an effort to hide the dark circles underlining my eyes. My attempts at getting a good nights sleep had failed miserably. I was up all night, tossing and turning, just thinking about...them.

The way Tristan made me blush and Aaron made me laugh. The way they both caused my body to react in similar ways, yet with completely different approaches. I couldn't stop my mind from drifting off to a dirty fantasy containing a naked me, a naked them and a bed.

As if on cue, Tristan knocked on my door before walking in. His uniform looked snug, his jumper almost ripping on top of all his bulging muscles. I actually couldn't believe he hadn't got expelled for his tattoos alone, but his ink did make him more attractive.

"Are you ready?" With a nod, I hoisted my bag onto my shoulder and grabbed Cara who was sleeping soundly in her car seat.

Tristan, being the gentleman he is, took the seat and carried it all the way downstairs, before strapping it into the car. We stopped off at Starbucks for breakfast, earning me a chocolate croissant and a vanilla Frappuccino.

"Are you ready for school?" Tristan said, breaking the awkward silence.

"Is anyone ever ready for five hours of pure hell?" I mumbled turning my head to look at him. It was so f*****g unfair, he was always so perfect. His eyes were the same shade as a pine tree with a storm of untold secrets and truths hidden within. And I wanted to uncover every single one of them.

"Why did you come back to school? I mean, why would you choose to be a student? You could pass for a teacher," He gasped, feigning shock.

"Are you calling me old Miss Romano?" Giggling, I almost choked my Frappuccino causing Tristan to gently pat me on the back. "Can't have you dying this way baby-girl, you deserve an epic death."

"Is that a compliment?" I smiled, grabbing a napkin to wipe the chocolate off my fingers.

"Of course, Kiara Romano would never go out by choking on a Frappuccino, a di....Clasping my hand over his mouth, I sharply narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't you dare." I gritted my teeth as he chuckled, slowly removing my hand.

"I'm only joking baby-girl, and besides the only one you would be sucking on is mine, and since it looks like that won't be happening for a while, it's safe to say you're in the clear." Rolling my eyes, I leaned back into my chair, with a small smirk on my face.

"More like never,"

"You wound me baby-girl, you really do." I slapped his chest, and opened my mouth to say something when a sharp knock rapped on the glass.

"Tristan?" Natasha's nasally voice drakes, causing us to both look her way. With a sigh, he rolled down the window.

I would have just aired the b***h.

"Would you mind walking me to class? I just get so lost sometimes." Funny since she'd been here for four years, whilst Tristan had only been here for a week.

Glancing back at me, he gave me a look as if asking for permission. What, was I going to f*****g say no? Giving him a shrug, he turned back to the shrew and smiled. "Okay, give me a minute."

With a scoff, I grabbed Cara and climbed out the car, ignoring Tristan's shouts of protest. Once I reached my classroom, I set Cara down on the desk while I climbed onto my seat and waited for the teacher to arrive.

Sawyer walked in and waved once he grabbed my attention, walking over he had his usual peppy smile on his face that dropped almost immediately when the gorilla decided to make an entrance.

No words were needed, as Tristan put out his chest, flexing his muscles even further, and grunted at the poor boy. Sawyer scowled, shooting me an apologetic look, before taking his seat.

I turned away as Tristan sat besides me, focusing on fixing Cara's already perfect hair tie. "Baby-girl I..."

"Okay class, sorry for being late. Today we will add on to the project that I gave you. Everyone will pick a piece of paper out of this hat, depicting a scenario or something that has happened to you or your partner. You have create a report on how would you would deal with issue together as part of your final grade. Firstly Mr Sawyer, would you do the honours," Sawyer grinned at the class, as he dove his hand inside the black hat.

It carried on for a couple of minutes until she finally reached me. "Miss Kiara," Sighing, I grabbed one of the papers and slowly unfolded it.

My eyes scanned the words as my heart dropped to my feet. Was this really happening right now? Talk about being ironic.

I scrunched the paper up between my fingers and threw it on the floor in distress. Burying my face into my hands, I tried to breathe but found myself otherwise struggling.

I felt a warm hand on my back and a body suddenly pressed against mine. "Baby-girl, what's wrong?" Ignoring him completely, I focused on counting. Counting was good, counting always helped.

1, 2, 3, 1, 2 , 3...fuck it isn't working.

"Kiara?" His voice rang with concern and fear, forcing me to do the only thing I thought I could do. Run.

Pushing him back, I grabbed my stuff, including Cara, and ran out the room. I could hear the commotion and disruption I had caused, as the teacher yelled my name but Tristan's voice mingled with it too.

Bursting into the girls bathroom, I threw my stuff onto the floor and broke down. I placed my hands on the sink to steady myself as big fat salty tears fell down my cheeks, turning me into a complete and utter mess.

"Baby-girl, what's wrong? What happened?" I still said nothing as he walked forward and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. Engulfing me into this warm embrace made me feel safer already, but the horrible memories were still plaguing me and I couldn't make them stop.

"I..I can't..." I was struggling to breathe, as the room felt like it was suddenly closing in on me. Panicking I quickly pulled back and began gasping for air, as the trauma struck me all at once.

"Kiara, breathe." He said sternly, as he grabbed my face, forcing me to focus on him. I stopped my panicked breaths and took slow deep ones instead.

"Now, tell me what happened. What was on the paper?" I look down at the floor, forcing him to tip my chin back up. "No, look at me baby-girl. Breathe and focus on my voice. I can't help you, unless you tell me what happened."

"It said that...that..." I stuttered, trying to find the right words to convey the truth.

"Yes," He whispered, tracing light circles in my cheek with his thumb, slowly calming my nerves. "It said that I suffered a miscarriage."

"Why did that make you upset?" The confusion and concern was genuine in his voice, forcing to admit my biggest secret.

"Because I had a miscarriage, I lost my baby." His face went white as a sheet as he stood there like a fish opening and closing his mouth, fumbling to find the right words to say.

"Baby-girl, I'm so sorry...I...when?"

"Two years ago." I mumbled, knowing it would take him a minute to figure it out.

"Wait, but that would mean..." He trailed off as everything clicked together for him. I watched as he stumbled back, clasping his hand over his mouth as he let out an agonising cry.

"You were pregnant with my baby?" Tears fell in response.

"And you lost it? Our baby...died?" Our baby. I thought I would never here him say those words.

I guess the world really was filled with cruel surprises.

"Are you..." I knew the question before he would even ask it.

"Yes, I'm okay." Letting out a sigh of relief, he launched forward, wrapping his arms around my waist as he buried his face into my neck.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't here, I'm so sorry I let you deal with this pain alone."

"It's okay Tristan, it was a long time ago. I'm over it now but that paper just...triggered some sort of emotional response inside me. It won't happen again." Pulling back, he frowned as I waited away my tears.

"Don't do that Kiara, don't put on this ice Queen persona. It's okay cry, it's okay to show that you're upset. I won't judge you."

"I'm really fine." My miscarriage was handled at the upmost discretion, the perks of being rich. I remember everything so vividly.

The blood coating my thighs at school, the rush to the hospital with Tessa driving me there and finally the news that the baby I never even knew I had was dead. The doctor of course were obliged to call my parents but I advised her against it, especially when I flashed a bunch of twenty dollar bills in her face.

"Let's go," He said, snapping me back to reality. Picking up my bag and Cara, he held out his hand for me, which I greedily took.

"Go where? I'm not going back to class, I've already embarrassed myself enough."

"Good because we're not going back to class." He looked back to smile at me, a hint of mischief twinkling in this eyes.

Opening up the car door for me, I slid in and silently prayed that my parents didn't murder me for skipping school. Tristan sped out of the car park and drove straight onto the motorway, taking a detour about twenty minutes in.

After a very bumpy and muddy ride, he finally parked, in the middle of what looked like a forest, and led me through the sea of oak trees. I almost gasped at the beautiful sight before me.

A vast lake lay before me, the water shimmering like crystals under the hot sun, with birds chirping as they flew overhead. The lake, with a calmness from its core to the ripples that danced, reflected the blue sky as the most sincere of smiles. Nothing could compare to the peaceful tranquility that the place exuded with its perfect charm.

"Why did you bring me here?" I managed to breathe out, still staring at the heavenly sight before me.

"Because you need this, we both do." I turned to him with a faint smile on my face.

"And what exactly are we going to do?" A smirked appeared on his face, whilst his hand brushed over my cheek.

"Isn't it obvious baby-girl? We're going to go skinny dipping."

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A/N: Ons secret revealed already of Kiara's tragic past.

Do you think Kiara will skinny dip with Tristan?