TRISTAN'S POV.
I threw open the door to my room harshly, the door connecting with the wall behind it and almost falling off its hinges, but I couldn't bring myself to care.
I could feel the anger in my system, the imaginable rage pumping through my veins as I felt my blood boil with enough heat to melt iron.
What the hell was that out there? What exactly was she trying to do? What was she trying to accomplish? What was her aim? What was she trying to prove?
Breakfast?!
What the hell is that supposed to mean?!
Like I needed her to take care of me!
"I swear, I'm going to kill her!"
I said angrily as I continued to pace around my room.
And what was that she said, thank me for what? Last night?
I didn't even do that for her!
Has she even been listening to a word I've been saying?!
