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
Life was falling apart right before my eyes and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
My pessimistic brain had taken me through this exact scenario countless times and I thought that I would be more prepared, more acquainted with all the possible outcomes but I guess I was wrong. I was very very wrong.
All that time I spent overthinking this scenario meant absolutely nothing because the paralyzing fear I felt now that I was actually living it was something I hadn’t accounted for.
All the ways in which aunt Jenna would look at me now, express her disappointment, all of it was flashing right before my very eyes, so vividly. My body had gone through so many emotions in one night, I didnt know if I’d be able to handle it.
“I expect to see you at our front door within the next thirty minutes, Kristal,” Those were her last words before she hung up and I think my heart stopped beating right then and there. I had been a shell of myself ever since, the disappointment in her voice plauged my every sense, all I could see, hear was her. I was spiralling and this time not even Aiden could pull me out of the tunnel I’d fallen into. His voice was just as gentle and soothing, his words just as reassuring but I was in too deep.
The only words I could manage to utter was that we had to leave, he didn’t protest. We were fifteen minutes into the ride and the silence that surrounded us was thick with uncertainty. It was clear that this was taking a toll on both of us.
He was giving me my space but I could still feel his eyes on me whenever they weren't on the road and his firm hand on my thigh that he used to remind me of his presence by giving it three occasional squeezes. I knew that he wanted to help me, wanted to calm my nerves and rid me of my worries but at that point neither of us knew how to do that.
“Aiden, I'm really scared,” Those were the first words I uttered since we got in the car. We were now parked in his driveway and the sight of my house with all the lights still on made a whole new level of fear rise in the pit of my stomach, making this whole thing so much more real. It wasn't a dream, she was awake and she made it known.
He turned his full attention to me after turning off the engine, his hand moved to the back of my head as he pulled me in and planted a kiss on my forehead. “Stay here, I'll go inside and talk to her. All of this started because of me,” I was already shaking my head before he could even finish his thought process, “Kris, I got you into this mess and I'm gonna get you out, I'll talk to her explain how things happen–”
“Aiden, no you can't,” I said leaning more into his touch as his hand moved from the back of my head to my cheek, "First because she won't listen to you, she's upset and she doesn't listen when she's upset. Second and most importantly, I can't let this be your first encounter with her. Now she sees you as the man who pulled me out of the safety bubble she worked so hard to create for me, to her you're the enemy. The first time you two meet I want her to see you for what you truly are; the man who broke me out of the mental hellscape I was in and made smiling feel like second nature again.You two are the most important people in my life and I want you to get along, Darlin,"
