A lie in the church episode 23 A

🌹A lie in
The church ⛪️

( 💝Love and lie 😔)

BY XONA_2018

_Full book INFO_

🙏 Read till the end 🙏

💘 chapter 23💘

I parked the car in front of the hospital and looked at my face in the mirror before coming out of the car.

I walked to the receptionist in the lobby wearing a smile.

“Hi, where can I find Mrs. Juliet Sanchester?”

“When was she brought here?”

“This morning.”
She typed loudly on the keyboard with her long fingers, her nails were painted blue with tiny white daisy flowers for extra details.

“And who are you to her?”

“A family friend.”

“8th floor, room 25.”

“Okay, thanks.”
I smiled at her but she didn’t return it, her grey eyes looked annoyed.

“Here.”
She gave me a visitor’s card.

I went straight to the elevator filled with three nurses and a small kid.

I searched for room 25 when I got to the 8th floor, it was down the hallway at the left.

I adjusted the jeans I was wearing and the big beige knitted sweater.
I opened the door and every head turned to my direction.

“Hi everyone.”
I said with a small wave and shut the door.

Nana came to hug me, Nora smiled at me from where she sat reading a gossip magazine.
Tristan didn’t spare me a look, he sat next to his mom holding her like if he let go he’d lose her.

Mrs. Sanchester was still asleep, she looked pale.

“How is she?”
I asked Nana.

“She is better, the Doctor said she will be discharged tomorrow, don’t worry it was nothing serious.”

I took a glance at Tristan, he was still holding her hand and staring at her face.

“He hasn’t said a word since we got here.”
Nana whispered.

“You should take him out for a little air, I’m sure he’d listen to you.”

“Uhm…I don’t think he will want that, maybe later.”

“Okay.”

I walked to Nora and sat next to her on the brown couch.

“Hey, you didn’t go to school today?”

“Mom is sick.”

We stayed till she woke up. We spoke to her for an hour before a nurse came and informed us to leave, so she could rest.

“You guys head home, I will drop mom off tomorrow before I leave for work.”
Tristan spoke for the first time since I arrived.

“Goodnight, Chloe.”
Nora waved and trailed behind the Chauffeur.

“Take good care of yourself and the baby.”
Nana hugged me and gave me a k!$s, she did the same to Tristan before leaving.

I slumped on the nearest seat and ran my palms down my thighs to my knees.
My limbs felt numb and my back ached from today’s event. I leaned back on the seat and allowed my shoulders to relax.

He took the seat next to me, I felt his eyes on me. I turned my face away and watched a male nurse play with a small boy that looked three, so cute.

My stomach growled reminding me I hadn’t eaten the whole day. I hugged it with one arm hoping it would block the unpleasant sound.

I shut my eyes tightly as my stomach grumbled again, I wondered why we were still at the hospital, it was almost 10 pm.

Tristan stood up and came to stand in front of me, I looked anywhere else but at him.

“There’s a restaurant close by, let’s go and get something to eat.”
His voice was calm.

“I’m fine.”
I muttered, not looking at him, he reached out to grab my hand but I snapped.

“If you touch me, I’m going to s¢ræm.”
He dropped his hand.

He looked around before resting his eyes on me, I eyed him warily and looked away, my stubborn stomach growled again.

“Excuse me.”
I heard him say to a young nurse that was passing by.

“Yes?”
She smiled sweetly at him, her brown hair was roughly packed and her blue uniform looked too big on her.

“My girlfriend here has not eaten anything the whole day and she’s being stubborn, I’m worried about her health and that of the baby.”

Her eyes first moved to my stomach then my face, I gave her a stubborn look then shot a glare his way.

“It’s very wrong to starve yourself while you’re pregnant. I suggest you go with your boyfriend and get something to eat, we have a place you can get food here, I could take you there.”
They both waited for me to say something.

“She is very stubborn, maybe you should get a Doctor to convince her.”

“Or maybe you could get a Doctor to check if there is really a baby in here.”
I said daringly and pointed at my stomach.

“Huh?”
The nurse mumbled looking between us, he told her to leave.

He looked away and sat back, I hugged my stomach more to stop the next sound but didn’t succeed.

“You can go home, I will stay.”

“I’m not complaining.”
I said not looking his way.

Why was he finding it hærd to apologize? Not like I’d accept his apology but come on, he didn’t even sound sorry for his actions yesterday.

It made me more upset and broke my poor heart, I stood up tired of waiting for his apology.

I left the hospital and took a short walk down the street, I sighed in relief when I saw Burger King.
I still had Tristan’s credit card, I made my way to the building. I turned away when I saw the number of people in the room.

I walked back to the hospital and drove home, Morris had already set the table with different food when I entered the house.

“Wow, how did you know I needed this?”
I asked smiling at him as I took a seat.

“Mr. Sanchester called and…”
He stopped talking immediately I dropped the spoon.

“Is something wrong, Miss Simpson?”

“No.”
I said forcing a smile, I picked up the spoon and ate the food. I wasn’t gonna let him ruin it for me.

I felt so heavy when I was done, I waited before going up to my room.
I undressed and went for a shower, I sat under the shower for twenty minutes just staring at the water that went down the drain.

Was I supposed to get used to this? Bad luck and heartbreak? Would Tristan ever open up to me?

I brushed my w-t hair back and stood up, I washed my body and my hair.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror as I brushed, I was starting to hate it.
My blue eyes didn’t look bright anymore and my skin looked so pale.
I looked away and brushed quickly, I dried my body and left the bathroom.

I paused when I saw Tristan sleeping on my bed, he only had his pyjamas pants on with no shirt, I clenched my fist as I stared at him.

When did he get here? And who told him he could sleep in my room?

I didn’t have any strength left in me to argue with him, I changed into my sweater and sport shorts.

I grabbed one pillow and a spare blanket, I turned off the lights and laid on the couch.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.

I woke up when I felt something on my face, I opened my eyes and found Tristan staring at me, his thumb car×ssed my cheek.

He gave me a sad smile, his sleep bags were visible and he looked very tired.
I pushed his hand away and checked for the time, it was past two in the morning.

I turned away from him and tried to go back to sleep.

“I know I messed up and no matter what I say to you right now, it’s not going to ease the pain I caused you.”
He whispered.

“I’m sorry for taking my anger on you, I was blinded by rage when I said that but I don’t regret getting your ex arrested, ”
I didn’t say anything.

“Cassie?”
He touched my shoulder but I shrugged it off.
I’m really sorry, I wish I could take those words back, you’re nothing like that, I don’t see you that way.”
I was still quiet.

I waited for him to tell me about Nadia.

“Please say something, I’m going crazy here,” he grunted.
I rolled my eyes even if he couldn’t see it.

“Chloe?”
I felt his breath close to my neck.

“Cassie?”
His l-ips were almost touching my skin.

I turned around and punched him square in the face. He gr0-ned and stepped back, I stood up from the couch.

“You have to try h-rder Mr. Sanchester.”
I smiled sweetly at him then concealed it with a glare.

I left the room and slept in the guest room downstairs.

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I walked to the dining the next day with a wide yawn, I smiled at Morris as I took the seat where he served my breakfast.

Tristan arrived already dressed for work in a dark suit that had gold buttons, it went with his expensive gold wristwatch.

He took the seat in front of me, I ate my food ignoring his presence.

We ate in silence for a while until he spoke.

“What exactly do you want, Cassie?”
That question got my attention.

“I stayed up thinking of what to do, I know deserved the punch in the face.”

My knuckle was still hurting, why did his bone get in the way?

“For you to stop being an ass and maybe try to open up to me. Is that too much to ask for Mr. Sanchester?”

“Stop calling me that?”

“Stop being a Jackass and go and apologize to Grey.”

“He deserved that.”

“You lied to the cops and put him in jail!”

“I was worried.”

“Worried, my ass.”

I stood up and left the dining.

∆
It was past eight in the evening when it started raining, I looked outside from my room watching the raindrops.

I smiled at the memory of me and my sister playing under the rain while my mom s¢ræmed our names. I wiped the tear that escaped from my right eye and dragged the drapes back.

I picked my phone and tried calling her again but she still had my line blocked.

I threw the phone on my bed and left the room, I needed to feel the rain on my skin, I missed the feeling. Who cares about the cold?

Morris watched me as I walked out of the building, my shoulders tensed when the rain touched me.

I smiled and looked up at the dark sky.

It wh¡pped my face making me smile more, call me crazy but I still enjoyed playing under the rain. I outstretched one hand to catch some drops.

“What are you doing? Get back in,side or you’ll catch a cold.”
I ignored Tristan’s voice from behind.

I kept smiling at the sky as the rain fell on me.

“Cassie?”
I was starting to like that name but it still annoyed me.

I heard his footsteps, soon he was behind me.

“Jeez, why are you so stubborn?”
He gripped my arm but I pulled away.

“Leave me alone!”

“If you wanna talk, we can do it in,side.”

“Like you’re gonna say anything, you asked me what I wanted but you refused to do it, you’re just like a coward.”
His jaw hærdened.

“That’s what you are Tristan, a coward.”
I looked him in the eyes, his height didn’t intimidate me one bit.

“What are you going to do now huh? Punch me like how you punch those innocent mirrors? Call me names?”
His fists clenched tightly, the veins in his arms now visible.

“I don’t get it, what is so important about this Nadia?”
I s¢ræmed throwing my hands in the air.

Well, it was now or never, I was going to piss him off till he says something.

“Why won’t you tell me about her? Why?!!”

“Why is her name tattooed on your skin? Is she somehow connected to your PTSD?”
He was still quiet.

The rain made his hair fall down his forehead, my eyes lingered at the ones that rolled down his plump l-ips, this was not the time to look s-×y Tristan, I moved my eyes back to his eyes that held different emotions.

My clothes clung to my body making me aware of how drenched I was.

“Why won’t you let me help you?”
I asked with tears forcing to come out.

“She doesn’t exist! She is not real!”
He yelled.

“She doesn’t exist! She is not real!”
He yelled.

“What?”
I mumbled.

Tbc..