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Confronting His Father
Tristan's POV I allowed Eric to rest. I went up to Cris's bedroom earlier to check up on him, he was fast asleep. But now I'm just sitting in the lounge thinking about this situation. I want to beat that bastard up to a pulp so that he can feel how it is to be beaten up. Anger rose up within me, and I was not going to leave this the way it is. "I think I should head home," I snapped out of my thoughts. Eric came into view. "Um... I think that you should stay here," I said as I shifted in the recliner. "You know what will happen when you go back." "I cannot be here because he will look for me. I don't even have a phone because he broke it the last time I was MIA." he let out a heavy sigh. "Don't worry about it. You will have me." I stood up and then walked past him. "Where are yo
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