Tristan swung his car door open as he abruptly stopped his car in front of the house. He raced up to the front door, his blood boiled, and his body reached new height as every second past. Tears slowly begun to moisten his fierce eyes. There was nothing anyone could tell him to stop what we going to happen next. His right fist tightened as we reached to ring the door. Tristan rang the door, his muscle tensed up preparing for the first strike, and gradually the door open. “Bitch you thought I won’t find out” He slammed Andre to the floor. “What you…” Andre questioned but Tristan punched again in the jaw. “He was my fuckin’ boyfriend you asshole” Tristan sobbed as tears flowed from his eyes. Tristan fell to the floor as his body was weak. Andre nursed his face and tears flowed down his face. Tristan sobbed harder as the image of Andre and Michael flowed through his mind like a busted dam. Tristan got off the floor and kicked Andre in his ribs. ...