Ghosts of War | CoD - MW

Chapter 16.

Friday, 19th of November, 2021.

Kimberly was mostly lost in her own head at the moment, her hand grabbing the warm coffee mug, taking a sip from the coffee. She let her eyes wander from Stephanie, to Dorothy, and then to Allison. She didn't feel like one of them. She never has. Kimberly felt uncomfortable, having not met Phillip's family for more than five years. She never felt like she was one of them. She looked around the cafe, trying to find something to occupy her mind with. God, she wanted to leave and she hadn't even spent 10 minutes with them yet.

Dorothy, Phillip's mother, was dressed in a black, furry coat as if it was the middle of winter already. Her once blonde hair had grown grey by now, wrinkles filling her face. She still had her kind smile, but she seemed so tired. Her makeup was as cakey and thick as it always had been. Kimberly couldn't exactly blame her either, given her old age and the three children she had raised. Two of them had been quite tiring.

Stephanie was Phillip's older sister. She had been very sceptical of Kimberly to begin with, but she had learned to accept her as her sister-in-law over time. Since her acceptance, they had been okay friends. The talk between Stephanie and Kimberly sat deeply in the both of them, but neither held a grudge. Stephanie had her hair coloured black, just as she had years ago. It still fit the grown woman, but it made her white clothes seem unfit for her. Kimberly disliked Stephanie's style, but she never voiced her opinion on that matter.

Allison on the other hand, had never liked Kimberly. She was the youngest sibling of the trio, and she could never imagine why a child like Kimberly would like a grown man like Phillip. Perhaps it was for his money, but Allison was determined to hate Kimberly despite knowing Kimberly had her own money. Her hair was brown like her brothers, her eyes big and innocent. She wore a fairly see-through orange top, with a black bra visible underneath it. Her face carried a constant frown.

Kimberly had simply dressed in a pair of joggers and a sweater, aware that she would jump in and out of her clothes this day. She didn't want to waste time struggling in and out of her jeans. Not that they were so difficult, they were a size or two too big anyway.
Kimberly had agreed to take a cup of coffee with the ladies of the Graves' family before looking for a wedding dress, and she had regretted it the second she laid eyes on them inside the store. It just felt so wrong to see them again.

Kimberly put her cup down onto the table, letting her eyes wander across the café once more. It had been silent for a few minutes, and she felt so out of place. Suddenly Allison's sharp voice spoke up, making Kimberly glance in her general direction.
-"So, tell us, why did you decide to go back to Phillip? You run out of money? Didn't find anyone else as handsome? Didn't find good enough sex? Why come running back with your tail between your legs now? You too ugly to find a new man?"

Kimberly felt like rolling her eyes, but she knew Allison would make a comment on it. Instead, she composed herself and looked into Allison's brown eyes. Funny enough, Allison was the only one with brown eyes. She could almost guarantee they picked the wrong baby in the hospital. Kimberly sighed, smiling towards Allison.
-"As I told you earlier, I got tired of Phillip being abusive towards me. That was five years ago. I decided to give him a new chance now, because I loved him at one point, and I hope I will do so again," Kimberly said with honesty, but she could see that Allison didn't believe her. She never did. Still, she remained calm - for her own sake.

-"It's Phillip you're talking about. My brother and the sweetest man there is. He would never lay a hand on you, so cut the bullshit, you cunt. You obviously realised that no one would date you with a face that's been mowed upon. You're disgusting to look at, and therefore you ran back to him. Because my dear brother is the only one who could ever love a freak like you."