Note: So, I've had a little delay in every story I'm writing at this moment. I've been so busy lately and I hardly have any time to write. And, to be honest, I'm kinda stuck with this story at the moment. This is what I came up with, perhaps I re-write it in a little while when I have better idea's. If not, I'll just continue with what's in my mind at this point. Anyway, this is what I came up with for this chapter. Let me know what you think of it!
Kirsten was sitting at the balcony of Sandy and her's apartement in New York City. It was a lovely, sunny day and Kirsten was enjoying the sun. It had been almost six weeks since Kirsten had heard something of her father. She was having contact with a couple of friends who lived in Newport though, but none of them could tell her something about her dad. She had spoken to Sam once after her sudden walk out, but both of them weren't interested in talking to the other any more. They'd shared years of love, intimacy, friendship and so much more with each other, but after Kirsten had met Sandy, it all seemed to be gone. Just gone, at once. Not talking to her father though was killing her. Sometimes she could almost kill her father, but it was her father after all. And she loved him. "What are you thinking about?" Kirsten felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and smiled at Sandy when she answered: "Nothing important." Sandy looked at her and said: "I know you're thinking about your father. You get a wrinkle in your forehead when you do." Kirsten smiled; Sandy knew her so good, after such a short time. She sighed and said: "I don't know what's going on with me... I mean, I enjoy being here, with you. I enjoy my life with you. But... I do miss my dad somehow. I don't know why, but I do." Sandy gently rubbed her shoulders and neck when he said: "Well, it's common that you miss him. He's you're father." Kirsten laughed. Sandy obviously wasn't having a clue of who her father was and the things he did. She said: "You obviously do not know my father." Still rubbing her shoulders and neck, Sandy said: "Kirsten, it's going to be okay. He needs some time to understand you're not going to marry Sam. He obviously liked Sam a lot, and I think it's hard for him to realise he's not going to be his son in law. Give him some time, Kirsten." Kirsten sighed again. "But six weeks have passed since I wrote him that letter." Sandy kissed her in her neck and said: "It's going to be okay, honey. Believe me."
Two days after Kirsten's short conversation with Sandy about her dad, she was home alone. Sandy was gone the entire day for his job. It was a rainy, dark day and Kirsten was bored. She was used to a lot of work, but since she was in New York with Sandy she wasn't able to find a job she liked. So she was home a lot. She did that day what she did most of the days when she was alone and it wasn't the weather to get outside; do the purchases, clean the house a little bit and check the post. When she started collecting the mail that day, she was suprised when she found a letter addressed to her. When she opened looked at it, she saw there was a Newport Group stamp at the back of the letter. She assumed it was from her father, and she was glad he'd finnaly sent her a message. When she started reading though, she wasn't very happy to read what he'd written. It was a short, rude letter –it was more a note,- and written with a computer.
Kiki,
I hope you realise how dissapointed I am in you.
There was a beautiful future for you here in Newport, with Sam and the Newport Group.
I hope you realised what you've done.
She dropped the rest of the mail on the table and sat down at the couch with the note and sighed. She felt tears welling up in her eyes. How could her father do this to her? Didn't he know how much he meant to her? She started crying softly and burried her head in her hands. She felt as if her father was trying to let her choose between him and Sandy, although that wasn't in his letter at all. She just felt like he did. She started crying louder and in no time, her cheeks were covered with wet, salty tears.
Almost two hours later, Sandy came home and found Kirsten in her joggingpants and tanktop at the diningtable, with her eyes red of the tears that'd been falling in the last couple of hours. He knew immidiately there was something wrong. "Kirsten... What happend?" Kirsten didn't say anything. She was scared that if she started to talk, she would burst out in tears again. All she did, was pointing at the note at the table, right in front of her. Sandy quickly read the sentences that were written at the paper and then hugged Kirsten tightly, while caressing her blonde hair.
Note: So, this is it. I know that there are some of you who'd love to see something of Caleb's feelings, but I decided not to. I'm having a really hard time writing Kirsten's feelings, and if I had to do something with Caleb's as well, I probably wouldn't be able to make something of it! I hope you all have enjoyed this chapter though, and please, please hit that button below to let me know what you think of it!!