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
This was it.
This was my personal paradise, the purest form of bliss.
This was the peak of my existence; right here in his arm. And I never wanted to leave, I never wanted it to end.
We were both riding on a high, we had lost track of time had it been an hour since we got here? Two? Five? It didn't matter, I could have stayed there for a millennium and it still wouldn't be enough.
"Darlin, can I ask you something?"
We were still in the same positions as before, with my back against his chest staring out into the ocean, a view that never got old. The only difference now was that we were passing around a cigarette that he lit just a few minutes prior.
I nodded my fingers coming up to touch the shell of the pendant, I noticed that I'd been doing that a lot since the moment he put it on me. I could tell that it would become a habit and I didn't mind it one bit, it made me feel safe, calmer.
"Did you ever speak to your father again, after that night?" He asked hesitantly, trying to choose his words carefully.
I took another puff of the cigarette in between my fingers before passing it over to him, I spoke after blowing out that smoke that disappeared swiftly in the air around us. "No," I let out a soft sigh melting deeper into his warm chest, "at first I wanted to see him, badly, I begged and begged but Aunt Jenna wouldn't let me, she explained to me over and over again that he was a bad man and that what he did was wrong and how she didn't want me around him. I struggled to understand that at firs because in my head I still pictured him as my dad, the loving man who would put me to bed whenever he got home early from work but eventually I did and now I don't think I would be able to stomach being in the same room as him,"
The cigarette hung loose between his fingers as he listened to every word I said, "Did you ever find out why he did it?"
"Aunt Jenna told me that it was just a fight that escalated, according to her their fights began after I was born they just got more and more frequent as the years went on,"
"She could've left out that last part,"
I whipped my head back to look up at him, "Why? It's the truth and Aunt Jenna is blunt like that,"
"Because it's unnecessary and I know for a fact that hearing that made you start thinking that you were to blame for your mother's death,"
"Because I am Aiden," I let out a humorless chuckle, "I ruined not one but two marriages; my parents marriage and shortly after it I ruined Aunt Jenna's because her husband wasn't ready for the responsibility of taking care of a little girl who was broken beyond repair,"
"Kris, you were a child going through a tragic time, your Aunt was supposed to be there for you and comfort you in every way, I don't understand how she thought that saying all those things would make you feel any better,"
