After being disowned by her family, Paris and her daughter Luna moved across the country to start a new life for themselves with the help of Paris' older brother Dallas. Six years later, she returns home after recieving an invite to an old friend's...
I immediately gasp, unsure of exactly what caused my overemotional outburst. My best friend's face is blank, all feeling drained from his eyes. The colour that was once present in his face is gone and I notice a few tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes.
"Really Paris? Do you want to start this? You don't know what it's like so don't start comparing our situations." I can feel Jackson's anger building up and it takes a moment to truly register the gravity of what I said and how much I know that mentioning Allie hurts him. I feel like a horrible person because I witnessed him go through the darkest times in his life and I watched how shaken up he was for so long afterwards but I still left. "I still can't sleep without Meghan out of the fear that she'll come back and hurt one of us and, even when I do get to sleep, I end up having nightmares most nights. There are days where I can't kiss my wife because I've had a nightmare that she's still alive and she's hunting her down to get her revenge on us. Every day I think it would be safer for Meghan and Zach if I just leave them and don't run the risk of them being hurt because I forget that she's gone and I have panic attacks in the bathroom at work thinking that she's still out there looking for me. I haven't been able to look my son in the eyes for almost nine years because they're her eyes. So don't say that I have it easy because I don't and I thought that you of all people in this town would understand." The tears in his eyes are now freely falling down his face and it takes everything I have not to hug him and start to cry myself but I know that's not what he wants or needs right now.
"J, I'm sorry." I plead with him as I place my hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him but he brushes me off and simply walks towards the bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts until a familiar head of blonde hair enters my vision once again. Meghan looks angry at me which is something I'm definitely not used to, even after nearly twenty five years of friendship.
"What the hell did you do Paris? I left you here with Dallas and Jackson, the two calmest people I know, and you somehow managed to make one storm out fuming and the other run into the bathroom crying. I haven't seen Jackson cry since Allie was-" Meghan trails off, obviously piecing together what I said to her husband in the short amount of time that we were left alone and she was with my daughter. "Let me guess, you were talking about Nate and then you managed to talk about Allie in your normal extremely insensitive way?"
I can't bring myself to form the words to reply to my best friend's question but she seems to take my silence and discomfort as an answer in itself as she scoffs and rolls her eyes.
"I couldn't help it."
"Don't worry, we've been friends for a while so I know how you can be." The two of us both laugh at Meghan's words, knowing that they are nothing but the truth.
Our amusement is soom interrupted by the chiming of a bell as the door is opened once more. The two of us look towards the source of disturbance and come face to face with my older brother once more.
"We need to go now Paris."
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