Chapter Four: Losing Grip

"Trista...I truly am sorry..."Jak said as Trista left. Jak felt guilty for hurting Trista like that. But all his clouded mind could say was that Erol would make it all better. Jak didn't know what to believe. He put his elbows on the table and put his head in his hands, trying to hide the fact he was crying.

Erol stirred slightly, a groan passing through his lips as a split headache erupted. He held his head before fully sitting up, "Damn," he muttered in pain. Erol tilted his head to still see Jak here, a slight smile on his face.

Erol arched a brow, despite Jak trying to hide his crying he could clearly see it. "What's gotten into ya?" he asked, his tone holding gruffness from still being drunk.

Jak didn't answer, just cried harder into his hands. He was torn between going to find Trista and staying with Erol. Think about doing so made the tears come harder than before. He then crossed his arms on the table and buried his tear stained face in them, just hoping Erol hadn't noticed.

Erol was about to try and comfort him, as well as question what was wrong, before deciding not to. His gaze remained on Jak before he bit his lower lip, not knowing what to do at the moment. He suppressed a sigh, searching for an excuse to go when at the same time his communicator rang. Erol slipped beneath the table so Jak didn't need to get up. "They need me at the stadium," he informed, taking another sip to finish his drink. "See yeah," he stated before walking out the door and towards where he was to go.

Jak cursed. Loudly. No time for anything he ran out to find Trista. He didn't know where she was or why he was going to HER, but he knew he had to apologize. He had to say he was sorry...had to make it up to her.

Despite feeling mixed emotions, especially those of the previous event, Trista headed home. She felt herself grow weakened as she forced back tears. She sprinted towards home.

Jak saw Trista and ran up to her, hugging her tightly from behind, tears still leaking from his eyes.

"Trista...I'm sorry! I really am!" Jak said pitifully.

She froze to feel familiar arms wrap around her. Trista's eyes grew slightly cold as she struggled within his grasp. Once she managed to pry herself off of him, she didn't turn to him. "I... don't want to talk about it," she muttered. She crossed her arms; she glared slightly towards him before continuing to walk.

Jak stood watching her go for a moment, before collapsing to his knees.

"Trista... Come back... I'm not complete without you..." Jak said, fresh tears welling in his eyes. When she had left, Jak decided to go to the only other person he could. Erol. He had revenge on his mind once more, though it was slightly clouded by the pleasure Erol would bring him. Jak began to walk to the stadium, still crying.