Chapter Seventy Eight

Tristan dreaded going back to the home he'd grown up in. He'd been treated worse than a slave. Spat on, abused and whatnot and he'd thought he'd never have to come back but here he was staring at the house whilst seated in the car.

He'd been too excited to see Abby so he'd left his aunt Evie's house two hours earlier forgetting that Abby's school didn't let out until two pm and it was just one pm so he had to wait one hour before he could see her. His phone rang bringing him out of his thoughts and he took it out of his pocket, sighed then answered the call.

"Hey Gwen." He said. Ever since he started following her on Instagram and other media platforms, she somehow got her hands on his phone number and had been disturbing him since then.

He liked her, she was a very nice girl and all that but he didn't want to get her hopes up continuing this charade. She was just eight years old so she had no business crushing on him or any boy for that matter.

"Hi! Are you busy?". She asked.

"Yea