Moving Forward

Chapter 3

I sit in front of my dad and mum, as my grandma makes lunch in the kitchen, I wish I could be in there with her, its been a long time since I have seen my dad this angry at me.

“Two stalkers?” my dad asks.

“Well, soon as we got these picture, we thought that it was someone from Nick’s past, and then I had an event to cover and I got pictures sent to my phone of Nick who was somewhere else and then picture delivered to me of me.” I take a breath in and carry on, “So we thought that there was two, but when we found out it was Dan, we said it must me Dan and someone else helping James and didn't think twice about it.” I say and look over at my dad.

“Until now, right?” he ask looking the pictures.

“Yes, and I would have phoned Phil too.’ I say.

“Okay until tomorrow there is not much we can do, we will see what phil says to do,” my dad says, as he put the pictures on the table. “Nick?” thats all dads says, no question nothing.

I look at my dad, “I don't know, dad. I don't know if I can move past what happened.” I say.

“I think you staying here for a while, is a good idea. Time to think about what you want.” My dad moves over to sit next to me. “I will back you whatever you want to do, but it has to be what you want, Kim,” he says, pulling me in for a hug.

“Kim, you got some flowers,” my grandma shouts out.

“Are they white roses?” I ask.

“Yes, and they are beautiful,” my grandma says, walking in with them.

“There from Nick, he knows I love these flowers.” I say walking over to read the card.

I never gave it a second thought. I knew right from the start that no one else could be the true love of my heart.

I put the card on the table and put the flowers into a vase, and start helping my grandma in the kitchen, my grandpa had to go back to hospital for check up and Scott was going to bring him back tonight, which will be nice.

“Sweetheart, you will make the right choice, I know you will.” My grandma, pats me on the back.

“Thanks grandma.” I say, as I snack on the salad she just cut.

The door bell goes off, knowing that it wont be Nick coming again, I run to the door.

Opening the door, “DAD,” I shout, as I stare at James, that face that I trusted believed in stands in front of me. My dad comes to the door, and grabs James by the throat and pushes him up against the wall, “How do you like it? Someone cutting off your air, fight for it James fight for it,” my dad says to him.

I stand there looking at them, as James tries to push my dad off him. “Enough,” I yell “Dad let go of him,” I say.