Elona's POV
I felt so sick as we stepped into the house. My father was silent. I squinted at the light in the lounge as we entered. My father closed the door behind me. I was waiting for some sort of punishment from him. I just didn't like what Tristan had said to my father, that I should be carried because that felt like he was disgusted with me. Well...I don't blame him. I do feel disgusting with myself, especially with what I was wearing.
"Sit down," he demanded, and I sat down on the sofa. He walked to the recliner which was across from me. I took a deep breath. "Why did you do this?" he asked as he held my gaze. He was clearly disappointed in me.
"Cris wanted to go and I didn't want to go. I wasn't going to have her go alone, so I went. What I am wearing was her idea. She put out these clothes for me and I was going to wear them for modeling, but after this event, I don't think I want to look at these clothes anymore because I feel disgusted. I drank Tequila and it was the first time that I drank, so...I just wanted to be there for her because I didn't want anything to happen to her. She is a sister to me and I felt that it was necessary to protect her. You know how she can be... Sometimes she can't be left alone. She forces things against a person's will even if she has to do something on her own. Spooky was invited but he was a more mature one and kept a protective eye on us."
"I want to meet this Spooky," he said, and I was surprised by his reaction.
"You do?" I asked. Suddenly, I felt awake and better, but not better enough.
"Yeah, I want to meet all of your friends," my shoulders sagged. Is this his way of trying to see what friends I hang out with?
"Well, Spooky is a great friend, he is all to himself. He also does photography. I asked him to take some of my photos for my modeling portfolio. He wants to pursue photography." I said with a smile.
"Well, I want to meet him tomorrow. Make sure that he is here at 1PM. You can start your photoshoot here." I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"I am one hundred percent serious. This is for your future. You are becoming a young woman who will soon leave the nest and, as much as I want to protect you from the world out there and to stop you from making bad decisions, I won't be able to control you or make those decisions for you. I can only offer you advice." He chuckled and shook his head, " I don't know what Cris must be going through right now because Uncle Tristan will punish her," he chuckled again.
I wanted to text Cris to see if she was okay, but my mind drifted to Tristan again and the way that he looked at me, his words being a reminder. "So, you won't be punishing me, right?" I had to make sure.
"I won't be punishing you." he smiled at me. "But please change and throw those clothes away," he said, and I returned his smile.
I jumped up but it was a bad idea. My stomach turned and I took a deep breath, easing my nausea. "Thanks, dad," I said softly, and then I walked up the stairs to my bedroom.
Once I got to my bedroom, I went to the ensuite bathroom and threw up again. I wanted to sleep and get better. I don't think that I will be able to send Cris a text after this, I felt too sick. I changed into my pajamas, which were a shorts and a tank top, and I discarded my clothes in the corner in my bedroom. That will be going into the trashcan tomorrow.
I got into bed with my phone on my bedside table and I was out like a candle.
I heard my phone chime beside me on the bedside table and I reached out to it. Squinting my eyes from the sleep that I was deeply in, I saw his name on my screen...Crane. I don't know if I was seeing it properly, but I blinked my eyes, and it became clearer. It was Tristan. I clicked on his text.
Crane: Are you okay?
I furrowed my brows at that question. Am I okay? I typed a quick reply to him.
Me: Why do you care?
I placed my phone on the bedside table again and it chimed. I reached out to get the phone, it was him again.
Crane: Do not answer a question with a question. Are you okay?
I was so exhausted that I just discarded my phone on my bed and darkness consumed me.
I squinted as the sun was shining through my window. I forgot to close my curtains. My head was throbbing, but I guess I could manage it. I lay on my back, stretching and yawning. I looked at the bedside table for my phone. I remember having the text dream about Tristan. I reached out for my phone so that I could send Cris a text about how her punishment went. I didn't feel my phone and I sat up straight and it wasn't there.
I threw my blanket off me and there my phone was, lying on my bed. I sighed and then I went through my text, to mine and Crislynn's chat, but I saw Tristan's text above Crislynn's, the text from Tristan was 2AM. I went into our chat and there it was, the texts from my dream.
It was not a dream, and I didn't even reply back to him. Why was he so concerned about me after he literally called my father to get me? I was mad at him for that part. I was also embarrassed about the way that I had responded to him via text. I was all about respect. I just left the text unanswered, and I typed a text to Cris instead saying that Spooky would be coming over today and how my way of punishment went. I then texted Spooky to come over today and that he should be prepared for my father.
As much as I wanted to forget about Tristan, it was difficult. But I know that we can't pursue anything. It is just wrong to all of us. I should move on and find someone my own age as difficult as it would be because this can only be a phase, right?