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 stayed.
I stayed with him. I stayed with Aiden.
I didn't mean to stay the night, we both agreed that I'd keep him company for another hour or so. But then we found ourselves in each other's arms on his couch, cocoonedin the addictive warmth of each other's bodies, I knew I was screwed.
I knew that I was all in and there was no way out. I knew that I'd crave that feeling every night now that I knew what being in his arms felt like, what falling asleep in his arms felt like. And quite frankly, I didn't really mind because I hadn't slept so well in ages. I might have even snored a little.
But at around four in the morning, my body snapped me out of that euphoric state bringing me back to reality. As much as it pained me, as much as I wished to continue to stay wrapped in his arms, I needed to head back to my room. So it was with a heavy heart that I slowly shook Aiden awake so that he could put up the ladder.
He could barely keep his eyes open, the only sign that he was awake was when he wrapped his arms around me tighter in protest for me leaving and his deep sleepy voice just barely reached my ears, "Just five more minutes," He muttered. A giggle escaped me as I reluctantly agreed, enjoying every second of our last five minutes together. Eventually it was time for me leave, I managed to make it up to my room completely undetected.
It was now the next day and I was staring back at my reflection as I finished off my hair; styling it in a half up half down updo. I wore some light wash jeans, a white top, a dark green cardigan over it and white sneakers.
The sun had just started to set and I was already heading to bed. . . or at least that's what I'd told Aunt Jenna. In reality, I was mere minutes away from climbing down my window and leave with Aiden.
Last night he'd told me that he was going to get his mother's things from his parents house since her dying wish was for him to donate whatever wasn't useful to him, and he'd asked me if I wanted to come for emotional support. Of course I couldn't say no, Aiden needed me just like I needed Aunt Jenna when I lost my mother and I wanted to be there for him.
So I had to lie to Aunt Jenna once again and tell her that my period was coming so I'd been extra tired. Being the sweet angel that she is, she gave me some tea and told me to rest.
I was going to hell.
I grabbed my satchel bag and headed towards my window after my phone dinged with his text telling me to come down. As we were driving down the street, something caught my eye.
A black SUV that was parked in between Aiden's house and his next door neighbor. It hasn't always been there. I've seen it parked right there in that same sport for over two weeks now, but I didn't think much of it. Maybe the neighbors got a new car, or maybe one of their family members were visiting.
