[Warning: This chapter is mostly about Chris and has a lot of flashbacks/scenes from the past.]
Complicated.
Chapter Eighteen.
Alison walked into the room; she didn't usually come into it. It bought back too many bad memories. Sitting on the chair in the room, she sighed. She looked over at the messy bed in the corner of the room. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years, and it hadn't. It had the same green bed sheets it had on four years ago; it still was a mess from the day that she jumped out of it in fear.
She grimaced as she saw her reflection, she hated it. She hated herself. She sighed as her hair fell onto her face. She'd cut it, shoulder length. She hated it long and down to her waist, she hated it short. She'd even dyed it, desperate to run away from herself. Her blonde long hair had gone, now replaced with short brunette hair. She'd gotten contacts, hiding her brown eyes with bright green contacts – forcing people to believe she was happy. She wasn't. She couldn't be ever again.
She wasn't sure how long she'd sat there, before she heard the door open.
"What are you doing in here?" She heard a familiar voice.
"Leaving." She said standing up quickly and trying to push past the person.
"Ali, talk to me." The girl asked holding her friend by the shoulders lightly. They'd met a couple years ago, and became the best of friends. She didn't know much about Alison's past seeing as she didn't talk about it much. But that was fine with her, she didn't talk about her unhappy past much either. She'd soon learnt not to ask, likewise with Alison.
"It's nothing, okay?" Alison said barging past her.
"Crystal, what's wrong?" Megan Ross asked her daughter, she was old enough to look after herself but Megan couldn't help herself but worry about her daughter. She ran her hands through her daughters' long blonde hair, as she shrugged away from her.
"Chris hasn't called me in three days. I miss him, more than anything." Crystal said tears in her eyes.
"His just busy, you know? College does that to people." Megan said sitting on the edge of the bed.
"He promised, a call a day… I'd even settle with a text – but I don't even get that, do I?" Crystal sobbed.
"Crissy, you haven't left this room in a long time. Maybe you need fresh air." Megan said.
"I need Chris." The blonde girl told her mother.
"You're nineteen, you don't need anything but your phone." Megan said smiling.
"Yeah, and Chris hasn't phoned me in ages." Crystal said. "What did I do?" She asked.
"Nothing, I'm sure he'll call you soon." Megan said.
"Gosh, this room is so dirty. Leave, okay? Let me clean up." Crystal said jumping out of her bed and starting to pick clothes up off of her messy floor. She pushed her mum out of the room, before sitting down against the door and sobbing.
Chris walked into his childhood home; he heard laughter in the main room. Walking into it, he saw his father cuddling his little sister. The last time he'd seen his sister she was nothing more than a baby, but now… she was practically growing in front of his eyes. He cleared his throat.
"Chris!" Sydney said jumping on her older brother. She didn't know him too well, but she loved him. Her mother was constantly telling her stories about what her brother was like as a kid and how alike they were. They looked alike, the same blonde hair and dark roots, the same green eyes, her smile was a lot wider than his and she was a much more happy child.
"Syd!" Chris said hugging her tightly.
"You look different." Sydney said touching his chin.
"Yeah, I haven't shaved for a couple days." Chris smiled as she stroked the stubble on his chin.
"Christopher, what are you doing in Atlanta?" Damon asked his stepson. Damon had married into the family just three years ago, him and Chris had gotten quite close, but not as close as Chris and his real father were.
"I wanted to visit, get away from the noise and… everyone in New York for a while." Chris said sitting down with Sydney in his lap. "Where's Mum?" Chris asked looking around.
"She's out. Book club at Francesca's." Damon said.
Chris nodded, his mother was like that. She liked to have pride and do things that stuck up mothers did. Like join book club, and the towns gardening competition and other stuff that Chris got bored with.
"How long you staying for, son?" Damon asked pulling Sydney into his lap, her eyes focused on the television screen in front of them.
"I don't know. I think, I need to call Nick and tell him I'm going to be here for a while."
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"How has it been since the accident?" The therapist asked the dark haired woman in front of her. He'd been seeing Alison for four months now, not much progress had been made. Little to none, actually. She was depressed, getting little to no sleep at night and it was visible. She had tried to reinvent herself after losing everything, but she couldn't let go that easy.
"Harder than ever… his back." Alison whispered.
"Whose back?" The therapist.
"Chris… he showed up at my doorstep. He wanted to talk to me, I didn't let him. We've been making too much progress – I don't want to ruin that, do I?" Alison said smiling weakly. It looked false, and rehearsed. The therapist sighed, it'd been like that a lot. All because of that one man.
Whatever he did, hurt her. And it was scarring both of them.
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