Meet Kristal Jane Anderson.
The girl that feels as though she was stripped from all the joys of life on one ungodly night. A night that changed her whole perspective on love forever, a night in which she stopped believing in it's existence, a night...
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Aiden Vasilakis
F L A S H B A C K 3 months ago
I was going to kill him.
That was the only thought running through my mind as I strode down the hall that led me to my father's wing of the house.
Two guards stood in front of me blocking the entrance of his wing of the house as if this were some type of mob house, as if them being there actually served a purpose aside from keeping his own wife out of his wing of the house.
"Sir do you have permission to be in this wing of the estate?" One of the guards asked, sunglasses covering his eyes.
"I have to see my father," Anger was bubbling up inside me at an alarming rate, the longer it was taking me to get to him, the higher the chances of me killing him on the spot became.
"Your father did not inform us of your presence in his part the estate," He continued and moved his hand down to the gun attached to his holster in a warning.
My nostrils flared as I stuggled to control my breathing, "This is an emergency, I need to speak to my father," I managed to get out my voice coming out strained through gritted teeth. I took a step forward in an attempt to get through but my efforts were swiftly halted by the two fuckers in front of me.
They both held me back with a tight grip on my shoulders,"Sir, we can't let-"
"What is going on here?" The voice of my dear old father cut him off, he strode down the long hall towards us, a knowing smirk plastered on his face.
I don't know how it happened, the world around me felt bizarre, everything felt warped. My eyes were on him and only him. My body moved before I could really process everything and I suddenly had him right in front of me. My hands were on his colar before I had time to fully process how I'd ridden myself from the guards grip. I pinned him against the wall hard enough to feel it vibrate beneath him, "How could you?!" I managed to get out before the guards were right behind me trying to get me away from their beloved boss.
My father held his hand up just as they had gotten me to release my grip completely, "Leave us, gentlemen," He told them calmly, the cocky smirk never leaving his face, somehow even more prominent.
"But Sir-"
"Don't worry," His smirk grew into a grin as he smoothed his suit, "he's harmless,"
They hesitated for just a moment longer before they were off, down the long hallway my father had emerged from.
"That was quite the aggressive greeting, son. What happened to hello, father?" He chuckled as he continued to smooth out his already impeccable suit. Even with the impact his salt and pepper hair had managed to stay gelled back to perfection.
"You can't fucking do that to her, she's your wife she's the owner of 50% of what you have," My chest was heaving and I cursed myself for it, I despised losing control like this.
