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
I wanted to punch myself in the face really, really hard. Hard enough to knock myself out even.
Out of any other time, my filter decided to malfunction now and not just that, it decided to let out such sensitive information.
"Your father's on the hunt for you, that's why you've had to stay inside isn't it?" He asked breaking the silence once again, his whole body had turned to face me.
"I- I worded that completely wrong," I said through a nervous laugh, "there's no one hunting me down, I just meant that up here everything seems s-so miniscule; like my strained relationship with my father," I made sure to keep my eyes out at the view, I wasn't too sure that I could bring myself to come up with a lie staring back at his intense gaze.
"Kris look at me," I couldn't bring myself to. I felt like I would crumble under his intense scrutiny so I stayed right where I was, staring ahead like I hadn't heard him in the first place. "Kristal," His voice filled my ears a few beats lower than his usual tone, his voice deeper; demanding attention. That alone was enough to crumble my facade making me snap my head in his direction, my eyes going up to meet his. His gaze instantly softened when our eyes met, "Am I putting you in danger right now?" He spoke softly now.
I held his gaze a little while longer, fully taking in his words, "I don't know," I replied honestly but by the way at his face fell, I could tell that he thought it was another one of my cheap excuses of a lie, so I continued, "With everything I'd been told my entire life, I was more than certain that the moment I stepped foot outside my house I would be dead. But here we are, this is our third time going out and nothing has happened to me. I don't know if he's just patiently waiting for the perfect time to strike or if I'm naive in thinking that he has given up on trying to find me,"
His eyes filled with guilt and something else I couldn't quite put my finger on, but it wasn't pity like I had expected, "Kris–"
"I know what you're about to say but please I don't want you to feel guilty about any of this, I know what I'm doing, I'm choosing to be here. . . with you. Plus we're always really careful," I reassured him with a smile, I peeled myself back from my leaning position taking a few steps forward moving closer towards the edge of the hill we were on, "my father is a subject that takes a big toll on me, and I really don't wanna waste our precious time talking about something so unpleasant," I turned back to face him and walked back over, this time standing just a few inches in front of him, "I promise you that starting from now if I ever feel unsafe during one of our excursions, I'll tell you,"
He looked at me not seeming too convinced by my reassurance but he decided to go along with it by nodding in agreement.
I smiled brightly relief washing over my body. Although I knew that this conversation had left him with more questions and concerns, it had to be that way, I couldn't burden anyone else with my sap story.
