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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Kristal Anderson
"See I knew he'd be the killer," Laughter erupted from both of us, the room was filled with echoes of a sound that had become so foreign these past few months.
It all sounded like music to my ears, it was raw and beautiful and it pained me that my father had the ability to take that away from us.
"You cheated, you must have!" Aunt Jenna managed to get out through her laughter.
"That's what a loser would say, now come on," I held my hand out to her, "pay up," I smirked. She rolled her eyes reluctantly pulling out the $50 bill holding it out to me just like we had previously agreed.
"Well I still think you cheated," She crossed her arms putting on a serious face.
I snatched the money from her grip and leaned in, placing a kiss on her cheek, "Don't be a sore loser," That seemed to be enough to bring her smile back brighter and bigger than ever.
Movie nights with aunt Jenna were always a much needed sense of normalcy every once in a while. Every single time I felt lighter afterwards, there was always a small glimmer of hope left inside me, hope that this period in our lives would all be ancient history.
Every single time we made sure to bring something new to our movie nights, today for instance; at the beginning of the season of our current show we decided to bet on who the killer was and I won like I had won most of our bets in the past. At this point, I wouldn't be surprised if Aunt Jenna was letting me win just to make me feel better about this whole situation.
The screen to her phone lit up and the room was suddenly filled with her ringtone. She picked up her phone before I had the chance to read the name of the caller.
The smile on her face faded the moment her eyes met the screen and worry grew in the pit of my stomach at the shift in her expression, my mind instantly going to the worst case scenarios. It felt like a bucket of ice cold water being dumped on me washing away all the hope for normalcy.
"I-is everything okay?" I asked.
She blinked and brought her gaze back to mine, she registered the look of worry on my face and her smile was back on her face faster than I could blink, "Everything is fine Kris, um I just have to take this," She got up, "we should order pizza to finish this movie night on a good note," She added changing the subject but I didn't miss the slight edge to her voice but I nodded anyway.
I got up as well, "I'm gonna go have a quick shower in the meantime," I told her with a brief smile, she was shutting the door to the bathroom before I could hear her response.
Aunt Jenna had secrets.
It was obvious. Even a three-year-old could tell that.
We had always been very close and open with one another, always so transparent with one another. She never made me feel awkward about sharing details of my life; high school crushes for instance or past boyfriends, I tried my best to behave in the same manner but there were aspects of her life that seemed to be locked away for no one to find.
