A Story To Tell | Book 2

.37.

:::CHRIS:::

Once we'd made it to the hospital, it felt as if the room was spinning. What in the actual FUCK was going on right now? So, Vanessa's is Keira's aunt? What the fuck was I missing?

Confusion started to resurface as Vanessa had walked into the waiting room with me and the rest of her family, leaving Keira some time alone with her father. From what I heard, things weren't turning out so good and Keira was taking it pretty hard. As much as I'd love to be along her side trying to comfort her, I was confused as fuck as who to comfort without the other feeling some type of way.

Yea...I was falling for Keira and I hadn't decided on rather I was actually going to pursue her or not. But with this shit going on, I was just too confused and felt so wrong on so many levels.

First off, Keira's my best friend's baby's mama, not to mention, my ex-girlfriend's niece. What type of shit was this to be locked up in? I mean, I was so sure that I was going to ask Keira to be my girl later on down the line, but now, all of this shit was coming up. From what it seems, Vanessa was forgiving me for what I've done. I did lie to her about something really serious and I broke her heart. She's the reason I moved here in the first place. What type of shit would it be if I started dating her niece?

I was fucked up on so many levels. And rather I liked it or not, I was going to have to talk to Bruce about this. He's the only person I've managed to keep it real with since we became friends. I didn't want to stop being real with him now. Even if that meant losing him as a friend because I was becoming attached to his ex-girl and his daughter. Part of me felt that it was my mission to be here for Keira because she needed me. And Love doesn't help you choose who you want. It chooses for you rather you like it or not. I was falling hard for Keira.

Just watching Vanessa as she eyeballed me, standing there at the entrance as if she were deciding to come near me, I couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty for feeling the way that I was feeling for her niece. Not only that, but her brother was basically dying. I put her through so much and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt her all over again after I guess...gaining her forgiveness.

Yasmin was nodding her head back in forth trying to fight sleep as I rocked her wishing she'd go on ahead and nod off so that I could put her in her car seat to rest so that I could think more. I could tell Vanessa was watching me and how I was interacting with Yasmin which made me feel a little uncomfortable a bit. But I wasn't going to let her see that.

I assumed she'd gathered the courage to walk over to me and when she did, she sat down next to me, staring me up and down. I couldn't help but look at her and admire her beauty, reminding myself of the reason why I came here in the first place. I came for her. Now, I don't have her and I'm just stuck. But for what it's worth, I don't blame her. I'm here for a reason. It may not be for her anymore, but I'm here and I'm not going back to Georgia for a while. I do plan on going back, but it's going to take me some time to actually regain the courage I'd once had to move back.

"Hey." Vanessa said as she made herself comfortable.

"What's up?" Was all I could say.

"It's really good to see you again, Chris." She mentioned, catching me by surprise with that one. I was sure she was going to tell me how bad I'd broken her heart and made it hard for her to trust other people. But I guess that's what made her and India so different from one another.

"Yea. You too." I say.

"Chris, I just wanna let you know that you don't have to be so uptight around me. Yea, you did what you did, but you were afraid of how I'd react. It's okay and I'm not mad. I had some time to think about it and I forgive you, Chris." She spoke gently. "I'm not judging you for being who you are. It's just who you are. And I can appreciate the fact that finally come out and told me. And I'm sorry about the way that I reacted at your job. It wasn't cool. I guess I can just blame it on the alcohol." She smiled a little. Inside of her, I could tell that she was still hurt but still managed to find a reason to smile. Honestly, it looked like she hadn't smiled in decades. It looked like it hurt her to smile.