Dear Niklaus

Chapter 2: Kirsten & Charlotte

I pulled into the driveway of my house and spotted two cars. One being my moms and the other being her boyfriends. I despised her boyfriend with every bone in my body. He was almost half the age of my mom and could be my older brother, which was completely gross. He was a decent guy, but I believe it's the age difference that throws me off. I mean what are your motives for being with my mom. There are plenty of eligible women your age who would gladly be with you.

I won't lie about his good looks because he could have any girl to be putty in his hands by one simple look.

I stepped out of my car and had a one-track mind, which was to go straight to my room and sleep. Since I was crying my eyes out after I told myself not to, I was completely exhausted. I was hoping to come home and talk to my mom about it, but she is more likely busy.

Sadly instead of me being able to head straight to my room my mom called to me from the living room. I tried my darnedest to not make a sound coming in the house. A fruitless attempt it came to be.

"Yes mom?"

"Come and sit with...," she began to say, but cut herself off when she saw that I had bags under my eyes and I just looked a mess. Covering the evidence of last nights cry fest was useless.

"Sweetheart what's wrong? What happened?" She questioned rushing to my side holding my face in her hands sounding like a true concerned mother.

"Nothing I'm just tired is all. I'll head up to my room now." I answered gently removing her hands from my face.

"Aw sweetie I really wanted you to spend some time with me and Connor, but you need your rest."

"Like I really want to be around Connor more than I need to," I muttered not wanting her to hear me.

Once in my room, I didn't even go to sleep. I stayed up all night rethinking my image. I promised myself that I would change who I am. I don't want to be the same pathetic and oblivious girl that I am. I deserve better in my life, but I don't know where to start.

As I was thinking, my phone began to ring. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone, but I answered anyway.
"Hello."

"Hey little sis!"

"Oh my gosh! Kirsten I haven't heard from you in forever!"

Kirsten is my father's daughter from his previous marriage. When he married my mom, Kristen was four and I wasn't born as of yet. I grew up thinking Kristen was my actual sister until my parents had a sit down with me and explained the situation when I was about twelve. It should have been evident considering our skin tones weren't the same. I didn't let the new found information mess with the strong relationship Kristen and I shared. We were practically inseparable...well that is until she left for college and eventually she became a model and was always on the move. When she did call, which was rare, it made my day so much better.

"I know and I'm so sorry. I've been extremely busy, but I wanted to call and check up on you. How are things?"

"Not good. I wish you were here, so we could have one of our girl nights and I can vent to you while you feed me endless tubs of ice cream and comfort me."

"Well I have a surprise for you. I'll be coming tomorrow."

No words could describe how excited I was.

"Kyra? Kyra are you there?"

"Uh yeah I'm here. I'm speechless."

"I could tell. I have to go. The plane is boarding now. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye. Love you!"

"Love you too."

This is so exciting! I'm practically jumping up and down right now. I completely forgot about the issue at hand. I looked at my clock and was baffled by the time. It was already 11. I decided to go ahead and sleep. I took a quick shower and once my head hit the pillow I was fast asleep.