Chapter X- The One Person Allowed In Her Room Isn't Her Love
When Barb answered the door it was Tim. He looked good and when Kris heard Barb saying, 'Tim, Kris doesn't want to talk to anyone right now. Please come back later…' Kris came out of her room quietly and awkwardly. Tim saw her and just wanted to talk to her he said. "It's okay mom. I think I should talk to Tim." She said.
"Whatever you want Krissy. I am going to run down to the store. You kids want anything?"-Barb
"No thanks mom. Tim, you need anything?"-Kris
"No Miss F. Thanks for asking."-Tim
"Of course Tim, please make yourself at home. How's Sabrina?"-Barb
"She's great Miss F. She says hello. She wanted me to thank you for letting her crash here last weekend."-Tim
"Oh, of course…"-Barb
"Mom, I kind of need to talk to Tim alone."-Kris
"Oh, right, sorry. I will be about an hour. If he comes over just don't answer the door. Its okay then he will call my cell and I will think of something to tell him. Sound good?"-Barb
"Yeah; thanks mom."-Kris
"So, what are you doing here?"-Kris
"I heard what happened and wanted to see if you were okay?"-Tim
"How, how did you find out? Who called you?"-Kris
"Pablo; I knew him growing up. I never knew he was your dad. He told us he was a talent scout when we were in the band. I knew him as a cool, older dude. He liked me. He was always checking you out. Making sure you were okay. When we started going out he said e liked us together and then I thought he was a perverted, old guy so I stopped hanging out with him. I never saw him again. He just called me and said he knew I knew you and he explained everything. He said we went well together. I still think that. Where's that Davis kid?"-Tim
"Junior. I am not sure. I left him at the restaurant."-Kris
"And that doesn't mean anything to you."-Tim
"No, I just think he would try and make me feel better while I didn't want to feel better I just need to come to terms with it."-Kris
"Yeah, I get it. I am the same way. I have an idea. Come with me."-Tim
"Where are we going?"-Kris
"Trust me; I would want this because I would want to deal with something like this the same way. You trust me right?"-Tim
Kris' head was leaning down but her eyes were locking with Tim's, "yea I trust you."