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</div><br/>Oh okay, yelling, he went with yelling. Alissa flinched slightly before she got her mask back up. Taking deep slow breaths to keep from crying.<br/>"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were looking" she said softly. It wasn't a complete lie, she had no proof he was actively looking for her. Tristan either didn't hear her or didn't care, he simply stormed off dragging her bags through the dirt, making her flince.<br/><br/>She struggled to keep up, she really should have done at least some exercise, but to be honest since Tristan or Chris were not there to literally drag her to exercise and fighting any more, she simply stopped. Now, running in her heels, trying to keep up with Tristan while not passing out, she regreted that fact!<br/><br/>He haphazard threw her bags (no!!! They use to be white!!) in the corner before stomping off to the kitchen. She watched him slightly bewildered as he opened a beer then....... Offered her one, kind off? What the fuck does he mean make yourself at home?! Or if she wanted a drink.?! So that's it. It was as she had thought all along, she was not one of them, she was a guest. "Make yourself at home" she mumbled under her breath.<br/><br/>Barking another order at her before storming off again she followed head down. Silently fuming, Tristan was dangerously close to being taken over and walking into a wall!<br/><br/>Not sure what to do, not like anyone offered her a seat or greeted, she sat down in the seat closest to the door. Tristan ran straight to his new sister, of course he did. Emmy was sitting in mothers chair. "Why is she sitting there, that's Mothers chair, she is not mother. She never will be no matter how much she thinks she is"<br/><br/>Realizing she said it out again, well softly but outloud, she simply looked down avoiding eye contact.