The inner voices of Kristen Kringle- A gotham fanfiction

I should have kept my thoughts to myself

~ Kristen Kringle's POV ~

He shoved me into the wall behind me " TOM STOP IT !" I beg , tears streaming down my face , he laughs evilly " do you have feelings for Nygma ?" He asks , I sit there......shocked that he would even ask that " do you ?!" He asks , looking livid, putting a hand on my wrist and squeezing it hard " no. " I say , he tightens his grip , so hard that I can't feel my wrist " FINE YES I DO ! " I say threw tears and gritted teeth " well I'll tell you right now. I am not. Edward Nygma. And you'll never be his." Is all he says before he backhand slaps me harder than I expected , it stings but not bad enough that it should leave a mark , I feel my tears start to stream down my face, my body shaking as I cry harder ........ I let him find out my secret and use it against me ..........

" The cupcake is sweet, the bullet is deadly. A beautiful woman is a dangerous thing. "

I can't get my mind of Mr- Edward Nygma at this point which makes me cry harder , through my shaking I can't feel tom picking me up by the shoulder and standing me upright on my feet " quit your crying Kringle . He's not coming to save you , he's not your knight in shining armour. " tom says shoving me backwards into his glass coffee table , the sharp upper left hand corner cutting me in the side as I fall onto the floor with a light thud " agh ! Tom stop !" I shout at him , anger taking over sadness, he points a finger at the door " get. Out. " is all he says , I don't think twice , I get up hurriedly grab my purse and run out to my car , I get in , and just sit. I hear my phone ring, I look at the Caller ID Edward Nygma since when did I add his number? Oh well....... I hit the green phone

Green. His favourite colour.

I know.  I know.

" Kristen Kringle ." I say, my best attempt at making it seem like I wasn't crying " Miss. Kringle , I hope I'm not disrupting you " Mr.Nygma says apologetically, I smile at his voice " oh no , your not Mr.Nygma, can I help you with something? " I ask , hoping he says yes " well actually- if it's not to much trouble- could you come by my apartment and help me organize these filing cabinets? They are a complete mess. " he asks , I feel blood rush to my cheeks " yes of course I can!" I say a little to cheerful to be helpful towards him " great, I'll text you my address " he replies happily, I nod , my hand reaches for the keys as I turn my car on " wonderful, I'll be over in no time." I say with a grin , we bid each other a good bye and see you soon then hang up , a minute later I get a text from M-Edward Nygma telling me his address .  I get a giddy sensation as I approach the door into his apartment complex, I take out my phone

" I'm here, be up in a minute."

I text him , he responds with a simple

" great , I unlocked the door at the entrance.  "

I turn my phone off, I pull open the door into the entrance, sure enough I see the sign to the buzzer , I see his name E.Nygma on a slot , I smile at the sight, I pull open the next door into the first floor , it buzzes shut behind me signalling it has locked , I start to walk towards the elevator my nerves mixing with my emotions

Calm down Kristen. This is not a date .

It could be.

He knows I'm in a relationship.

One you don't want to be in .

True .

As I'm admiring the lobby I hear the ding , the elevator door opens smoothly   , a middle age couple walk out , they smile at me " hello ." They say warmly , I smile softly " hello, beautiful night out, enjoy yourselves." I say , they smile , bid me a ' you too dear ' as they leave the lobby ,  I walk into the elevator, I'm leaning onto the railing , my eyes closed as I hear a voice from my left

" you don't look to well . He may think that your lazy "

It's only now that I realize that I'm in slowly fading blue jeans , a tank top and a hoodie , barley any makeup on and my ponytail a curly , frizzy mess

" shut up. He can only expect me to be coming home after a long day, it's late. "  I say as the elevator stops and the doors slide open

" go see him Kristen . "

The voice says , I turn to the mirror, my reflection pushes a fake blonde piece of hair out of my eyes " I get it . I'll leave ." And with that it leaves , I walk out of the elevator, and follows Edwards instructions to go to the end of the hall way , his is the last on the left Metal door ? How odd. I think as I knock , it slides open , I smile at the man before me " Miss. Kringle ! Come in !" He says sweetly , stepping aside so I can come inside " Mr.Nygma...... please call me Kristen outside of work. " I say stepping inside , looking up at him from a few feet off his 6 foot height ....... " I'm really sorry about the state of my apartment. And myself none the less " he says pushing some wavy curls out of his eyes

I've never seen his hair like that......

It's nice .

Adorable even.

" oh don't worry about it Mr-" I start , he looks at me almost lovingly " please , it's Edward. " he states with a smile " -Edward  , it's nothing compared to my state " I say with a laugh , he frowns " you look lovli- nice . I don't know what you mean " he says blushing , I can't help but blush at his comment " w-well thank you ." I say flustered " about those files........" he says after a few minutes of silence " right ,right...." I say  looking around his apartment as a distraction from him " shall we get started ?" He asks , I nod and follow him to the files .

~ hope you enjoyed, next will continue from this next chapter. ~ HermioneJeanLupin