Uncontrollable Feeling

Chapter 42

Aiden Vasilakis

You know that sinking feeling you get when you just know that something bad is about to happen?

Well that feeling had consumed me since the moment Kristal stepped out of my car. Watching her walk into that house felt like watching someone walk into oncoming traffic all while being too far away to pull them back.

I couldn't shake the feeling that the woman I love is in danger.

Yes, the woman I love.

I was madly in love with Kristal Anderson.

Uttering those words– even if it was only within the confines of my mind– felt so freeing, so natural because I truly felt it. I loved her with everything I had in me and part of me knew that I'd felt this way since I laid my eyes on her but that was way too daunting of a thought to come to terms with so I suppressed it. Through the months that we'd been together that feeling had only grown and now those three words would bubble up to the tip of my tongue whatever she was around.

Every fiber of my being was telling me to scream it out, let the fucking world know that she was all I thought about, all I needed to survive. But I kept my lips sealed, she had too much on her plate right now and I wouldn't want to overwhelm her, I couldn't bring myself to put that type of pressure on her in case she wasn't ready to say it back.

Though I couldn't verbalize it, Kristal Anderson had consumed me mind, body and soul and the thought of something happening to her was sending me into a fucking spiral.

I stepped out of the elevator and strutted towards my office feeling like a complete shell of a man.

"Good morning sir," I was too caught up in the bubble of my pessimistic thoughts that I almost missed my assistant, Kaitlyn, greeting me.

"Morning," I forced a smile on my face to match the one on hers expecting her to give me a rundown of my agenda for the day like she did every morning.

"Your father is waiting for you in his office, he said it's urgent," She said completely subverting my expectations.

I nodded in response, "Could you have a cup of black coffee at my desk for when I get back,"

"Of course sir," She nodded frantically and I was on my way to my father's office. Having a conversation with my father first thing in the morning was the last thing I needed in my sleep deprived state but I knew that I had no other choice.

The dread that overtook my body with every step I took towards his office was unexplainable, it was like my body was preprogrammed to expect the worst from any conversation with my own father.

Opening the door to his office I was met with an empty room, just as I was about to call it a sign from the universe that our conversation wasn't meant to happen I heard the sound of the faucet running in his en suite bathroom. So pushing that thought aside I stepped inside his office shutting the door behind me.

I took a seat on the office chair opposite to his and waited for him to exit the bathroom. In the meantime my hand moved southward and retrieved my phone from my pocket, hoping I'd a call, a text anything that gave me a sign that Kris was awake. To my dismay, I was met with nothing.

I forced the pessimism that started bubbling up to the surface back down and instead replaced that thought with a more normal one, one that a typical boyfriend would have about his typical girl; she was still asleep, she was probably just really tired.

With that thought in mind, I stuffed my phone back in my pocket my gaze moved across his office trying to find something that would entertain me visually. This office was the definition of generic CEO office, I'm almost a hundred percent sure that a picture of this exact office would come up if you made that search on Google. It lacked character, though I wasn't sure my father had any to begin with.

Something caught my attention on his desk, right at the edge of it poking out  beneath a black folder filled with documents, a familiar pair of eyes met mine.

Those eyes that I would recognize from a mile away, those eyes that I would recognize blind because I would still be able to feel that electricity travel through me everytime they were on me, those eyes that I loved. Eyes that belonged to the woman that I love.

I was up on my feet before I could stop myself as a mixture of anger and hatred filled my body when I took hold of the photo and pulled it out from beneath the folder. A photo of Kris, my Kristal.

She stared right at the camera with a straight face. It was a formal photo, similat to one that you would take for your passport.

Why the fuck did he have this?

Grabbing onto the black folder, I peeled it from it's spot only to find an array of photos, I picked up the small pile of photos and began looking through them.

The first photo was of her again, this time she was leaving a grocery store with two plastic bags, in this one she didn't know she was being photographed. Her hair was shorter, way shorter than it was when we first met meaning that this was taken before we met.

How the hell had he gotten this?

I flipped towards the next photo, again her hair gave away the fact that this wasn't recent. In this photo she was walking and the photo was taken from the other side of the road meaning that she was followed. My heart was speeding up in my chest as I tried but fail to come up with an explanation for this.

The next photo was an old one, I almost sighed in relief when I saw the photo of a woman that must've been taken a long time ago. It was a black and white photo of a woman standing in what seemed to be a garden with a carnation flower in her hand, her smile lighting up her face.

My heart dropped as I inspected the photo a little further; her eyes, those eyes that held something so unique in them. Her eyes opened the gateway for me to spot more similarities between the woman's features and Krystal's.

This had to be her mother.

I had to put everything down for a moment to collect myself, collect my thoughts in an attempt to understand what the fuck was going on. All of this seemed like it had nothing to do with my relationship with her, this seems to have begun long before her and I met.

Had she known my father before we met? No. She would have told me, I know she would. I struggled to find the correlation in all this.

Maybe I was overthinking it, maybe my father had found all this doing his background search on her and her family to maintain control over this aspect of my life. . . but if that's the case someone had been stalking her for years.

The vibrations that ran through my leg alerting me of an incoming call forced me out of the trance I was in.

Theadora was calling me; I had texted her earlier to tell her that aunt Jenna found out about Kris and I, I asked her to stay close to Kris during this time, to drop by her place to check on her if she could. I knew that Kris would need her best friend to get through this, someone who she could be vulnerable with, even more vulnerable than she was with me.

"Dora hey, what's up" I tried to keep my voice controlled completely contrasting the array of emotions I was feeling inside with my discovery.

"Aiden I think we have a problem," My spine shot up straight at the tone of her voice, "I just got to Kristal's, she won't answer her phone, I rang the doorbell no one answer and. . ." She paused only making my anxiety spike.

"And what? What is it?" My feet were already charging towards the door everything felt so unimportant in that moment as I found myself getting complete tunnel vision; Kristal was my top priority.

"There's. . . her windows have bars on them l-like she's a fucking prisoner,"

I saw red.

Hey loves long time no see!
I do apologize for my disappearance, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things so bear with me.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and buckle in cause the next few ones are gonna be crazy😈