Uncontrollable Feeling

Chapter 41

Kristal Anderson

I found myself tossing and turning unable to stop my thoughts from consuming my mind.

So many thoughts. So much information. So many emotions to process.

I know that your mother would have wanted me to do everything in my power to keep you safe and that's exactly what I'm going to do. But now I'm gonna do things differently; prepare to see a new side of me, Kristal.

The goosebumps that took hold of my body when those words left her mouth hadn't left me since. There was something so menacing about her tone, for the first time ever I felt scared of Aunt Jenna.

That sounded like a threat. A threat that made me see her in a different light, in that very moment those words left her mouth I saw a glimpse of a woman who'd be capable of doing what Uncle Greg had accused her of. A woman capable of lying to me, of maintaining contact with my mother's murderer.

No.

I had to shake my head to rid myself of that thought.

That made no sense; Aunt Jenna had been protecting me all this time, taking care of me. My father was the bad guy in this situation. All of this happened because of my father, he killed her. He was lying there beside her dead body with a gun in his hand, I saw it with my own two eyes.

He was the bad guy in this situation.

Not Aunt Jenna.

That's what she wants you to believe.

There it was, that voice inside my head that wouldn't leave me be. That voice that wouldn't allow me to stick with the narrative that hurt less.

I sat up, it was clear that sleep wasn't coming anytime soon. My hand instinctively went up to my seashell pendant; a habit I had gotten whenever my thoughts grew too loud. My mind wandered off to the only constant in my life. Aiden.

I had texted him after my talk with Aunt Jenna to tell him how it went, I told him the truth; it went about as bad as I thought it would. Excluding the little threat she shot my way. I couldn't worry him because knowing Aiden, he wouldn't think twice before coming to confront her about it.

Plus maybe it wasn't even a threat and I misinterpreting everything.

That was definitely a threat.

The sound of my ringtone filled the room making me jump a little, for a second I was fully convinced that the heavens had sent down a punishment for the thoughts I was having. It took a moment for my brain to start working again and identify the source of the noise as my phone ringing.

I reached towards my nightstand and took hold of my phone bringing it to view.

Aiden.

It was like our minds were connected somehow; the moment I thought of him, he called.

3.28 A.M. the time read. I was convinced he'd be asleep by now.

"Hey Darlin, sorry if I woke you up," His voice filled my ear the moment I answered and brought it up to meet my ear.

"You didn't don't worry, I've been tossing and turning all night, can't sleep,"

"I haven't been able to get any sleep either, I can't stop thinking about you," I could feel the heaviness in his voice when he said those words, he wasn't thinking about me in a romantic sense, he was thinking about me as in the fucked up situation I was living through.

"Gosh, didn't know I was such a heartthrob," I said regardless, bringing to lighten the mood. I couldn't allow my situation to cloud our relationship with that agonizing heaviness.