#simages

I don’t want to say that I was dreading the moment that I would see my sister, but i knew it was inevitable. I haven’t spoken to her since the incident. She’s tried reaching out to me, but I always summed it up to being ‘extremely busy’ and then never calling her back. Until now, I didn’t care to listen to anything she had to say. Something about being here with Kendrick has me realizing that casting my sister out wouldn’t fix anything. I can’t and will never forget what she did to me, but I can forgive her. She is my sister after all. Besides, blood is thicker than water.

Christine: “Chels?”

I turn to see my sister round the corner in the kitchen. She hits me so hard we spin and I end up facing the opposite direction.

“Hi, Chrissy.”

“Thank you for walking with me.”

Kendrick: “You’re welcome.”

“No, I mean it. I’m glad you’re here. I don’t know how I would be going through all of this without you.”

Kendrick: “Chelsea?”

“Hm?”

Kendrick: “The other day on the beach, when I asked if you believed in fate. You said you wanted to be the one who controlled what happens in your life?”

“Mhm. I remember.”

Kendrick: “Well, this is me taking control of mine. You have completely turned my world upside down. A week ago I would have never questioned my life plan and since meeting you, I have been. Just thinking about leaving without you makes my stomach churn. I don’t want to be without you. All I want is to be with you. Every second of every day. My every thought starts and ends with you. Chelsea, what I’m trying to say is...I need you in my life. Will you...will you give me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

When Kendrick and I arrived back at the house, Kendrick went into the kitchen while I headed upstairs to get undressed. I sent Tiffany a text letting her know that we had left so she wouldn’t worry, turned on music from my phone to help me relax, then fell onto the bed. My mind was reeling from what had just happened. Why was Evan so determined to talk to me? I thought that maybe I should listen to what he has to say. I pick up my phone, ready to message, when there’s a knock at the door. “Come in” I reply.

Kendrick: “I made some coffee. Would you like some?” I shake my head no and pat down on the bed beside me. He walks over and lies down. “I feel like you’re always having to rescue me” I chuckle at the thought. He smiles and his eyes glisten. He didn’t say a word and neither did I. We lay there for what seemed like an eternity before, finally, I spoke. “Kendrick”, I pause thinking about what I’m about to do. I sit up and position myself on top of him until we’re face to face. He looks at me as if he knows what I’m about to ask him. That’s when ‘Heaven’ by Julia Michael’s started to play. How fitting.