A/N: Hello to those that continued to read my story. I haven't worked on it because I lost some of my momentum. Then I read these amazing stories on Wattpad and compare my work to theirs. But I am proud of myself for at least starting it and getting it out there. Instead of feeling bad about my work, I'll just learn and grow. The story will start to wrap up now. Thanks for Reading!
Chris
I drive Callie back to campus that evening so she can get ready for tomorrow's classes. I say a quick hi to Fiona, promising to see her soon. On the drive home, my thoughts are a swirling mess. Me, Callie and her mom all sat down today and I think we have a solid plan in place. I just need to contact my lawyer. We all plan to go to the detective and tell my side of the story. It's about time my cousins pay for their actions. If I have to go down with them, well I guess I have no choice. I believed their threats and chose to go along with their plan, when I could've taken Fiona and ran somewhere. I should have gone straight to the police then and told them what my cousins were trying to do. I can't change the past, but right now I wish I could.
I don't want to leave my sister all alone. At least she has Callie now. Callie. I don't want to leave her now that I've found her. I've never felt this way, I feel like she's it for me. At least I know Callie's mom Vanessa will take care of both Callie and Fiona for me. I made sure to ask that of her. My mind takes me back to that conversation we had when Callie went up to her room to pack her things.
-flashback-
"Umm, Vanessa, can I talk to you for a moment?"
"Sure Hun, what's up?'
"I'm all Fiona has left and," My throat gets tight and I clear it, looking away, "she needs someone to look out for her."
Vanessa gets what I'm saying immediately and instantly reassures me.
"Of course, Fiona is welcome here anytime and I will check on her and take care of anything she needs. I'd do that anyway."
I blink rapidly, my eyes getting watery. This is really going to happen. Seeing my distress, Vanessa pulls me into a hug, squeezing me before letting go.
"And if you need anything Chris, We're here for you too."
I wipe my eyes and say thank you, before heading upstairs to check on Callie. She's beautiful, standing there with a look of concentration on her face as she makes sure she has everything she needs.
"Don't think too hard, your face might get stuck like that." I tease.
Callie let's out a surprised laugh and puts her hand on her hip, fake glowering at me.
"I'm sorry your face is already stuck like that." she shoots back.
"You wound me!" I gasp, clutching my chest.
Callie smacks me on the arm before reaching her arms around my neck. My arms go around her waist, pulling her to me. She looks up at me and smiles, brushing her lips against mine in a too short kiss.
"How are you holding up?" She asks.
"I'm still standing." I shrug.
"Okay Elton John." She teases before I silence her by kissing her again.
I pour my heart out into the kiss, my hand going to the back of her neck, my fingers in her hair, angling her mouth to deepen the kiss. She lets out a sigh and melts into my body. After a moment, we pull away. I kiss her forehead before letting her go.
"You ready to go?"
-end flashback-
My mind comes back to the present, thinking of all the things that I have to do in case I go to jail. Thankfully I already have somewhat of a contingency plan in place in case of illness or injury, but I still have a lot to take care of this week. I'm going to pick up Fiona and Callie Friday after work to spend the weekend with me, before we go to the police station Monday.
At least I know I'm not alone. And I am so glad Callie still loves me despite it all. Once I'm home I text her goodnight before getting ready for bed. I close my eyes thinking of my girl before I fall asleep.
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عاطفية*Story on pause while undergoing editing* After watching her father die a year and a half ago, Callie starts her first year at college. She quickly becomes friends with her roommate, Fiona. Once Callie meets Fiona's protective big brother, Chris...