My Best Friend's Dad

Wrath

Elona's POV

I was feeling nauseous, my stomach turned as we walked in the parking lot towards Tristan's car. I started to trail behind Cris and Tristan. He was walking as if on a mission, but he ended up slowing down the closer we got to his car. I hugged myself as I felt chilly. Tristan stopped and turned around to look at me, waiting for me to catch up to them.

He was still furious and I hate the way he looked at me as if I had done something horrendous that cannot be forgiven. This is the first time that I have ever seen him this way. He doesn't even look at Cris this way. Is he disgusted with what I am wearing? If he only knew that it was his daughter that put out these clothes for me to wear. Will he look at me like this when I am a model, posing for the camera in revealing clothes even n^de? Ugh. I hope that he never sees me anywhere once I get into the modeling industry, because I don't want to see that look again. I would gladly move away after high school and never see the way that he looks at me in this moment.

"Hurry up!" he demanded of me. As I got closer to him, bile rose and I hunched over as my stomach convulsed, releasing its contents. "F^ck," I heard him mutter under his breath as I continued to vomit, I felt my hair being pulled back and my back being rubbed gently.

I finally stopped vomiting and a handkerchief was held out to me, I looked up into Tristan's eyes, which were still dark with anger but there was a hint of softness in them. I took it from him and I wiped my mouth. "Keep it," he said as I now realized that Cris was the one beside me, who held my hair and gently rubbed my back. "I take it that was the first time that you had alcohol," he stated, but there was a hint of amusement on his face which quickly disappeared.

"Yes." I replied, which was barely a whisper.

"And I guess that this is not the first time for you," he shifted his gaze to Cris beside me.

"No, dad," she let out a sigh.

"I'm sick of your attitude right now," he said to her, and then he moved closer to me, making sure not to step into my vomit. Next thing I knew was that I was being scooped up into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I lay my head against his chest, taking in his amazing scent. I wonder what scent he uses. I closed my eyes as he carried me to the car.

I felt like I was in heaven, being carried by Tristan until he placed me inside the back of the car and closed the door. I rested the back of my head against the headrest, closing my eyes as they both got in the front of the car and drove away. I was in and out of sleep, but I wasn't feeling too well. I am never drinking Tequila ever again. I held my stomach as we drove. I couldn't care less what Tristan and Cris were talking about. Darkness consumed me.

I was shaken awake, it was dark and all I could do was release a groan, "I don't feel well." I was holding something in my hand and I looked down, it was his handkerchief.

"Well, make sure that you don't puke on me," I turned my gaze and I realized that it was Tristan beside me and he held his hand out for me, and I placed my hand in his. I stepped out of the car. "Can you walk?" he asked, concerned this time.

I moved a bit slowly so that he could close the car door and I looked at the house. "This is not my house," I groaned.

"Well, your father is not answering his phone," he stated.

"I have the spare house keys on me," I said.

"We won't be going to your house, your father can get you here," he responded.

"Please, could I rather stay here for the evening. I don't want my father to find out about this," I begged him. I looked into his eyes.

"Can you walk?" he repeated.

I looked down at my body and shrugged. As I wanted to open my mouth to say something, I was swooped up into his arms yet again and I was carried into his house. He kicked the door closed behind him, Cris was nowhere to be seen, so she must be in her bedroom. Tristan laid me down on the sofa. He stood up straight and walked away down the hallway. I closed my eyes as I rested my head on the soft arm of the sofa. I covered my eyes with my arm, never letting go of his handkerchief, just hoping that I would fall asleep and never wake up because I feel like sh^t. I just hope that I do not throw up again anytime soon. Darkness consumed me again.

"Here," I removed my arm from my eyes, I squinted at the faint light of the lamp on the other side of the sofa. I guess I must've fallen asleep. Tristan held out a glass of water to me and I sat up straight, shifting my position, placing my feet on the floor. I still had my boots on so I guess that he doesn't care about me ruining his sofa. I took the glass of water from him. I was nauseous just looking at it. He sat on the coffee table in front of me. He looked at me with anger and concern. He was hunched over, his elbows rested on his knees, his hands clasped in front of us.

He licked his lips and as he wanted to say something, there was a knock on the door. My heart began to race wildly, my nausea becoming worse. He stood up and walked over to the door. I leaned forward and placed the full glass of water on the coffee table. I sat back, playing with his handkerchief.

"Elona," My dad commanded as he stood further away from me. Tristan stood close to the kitchen. His hands were in his pockets, his jaw clenching, he didn't even look at me. "So you went behind my back to the club," he stated.

"Dad-"

"You might as well carry her out," Tristan chimed in, my eyes darting back to him. They were darker and that anger was back that I felt so small.

"She will walk, she is a big girl." My father scoffed and he made me feel so pathetic, "I...I will deal with you at home, so let's go." he said sternly and I hesitated because I was never one for trouble. "Make it snappy!" my dad clapped his hands, making me jump, he was angry alright. I stood up and followed him out, without any other word or a glance back at Tristan.

Tristan called my dad after I begged him not to and for me to stay the night. But what did I expect? He was being a parent and he definitely wouldn't want to sit with a young girl like me who is careless and goes after what her friend does. Maybe I should've just told Cris that I wouldn't be going with her, but then I wouldn't want her to be all by herself in these places. She was like a sister to me.

My father will definitely have to punish me for this too. I just have to brace myself for it even though I feel like sh^t.