James.Ryan (4)

 


...after dinner...


Meanwhile...

...at Selene's cheap motel...



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Joshua's thoughts: FuckSelene is right. Yes, I'd do fucking anything to have Kristen mine again. I fucking hate Nathan Ryan, fucking tool. I've despised him from day one. He's just a trashy lower class man, and she deserves someone of class. Someone of money. Who has a future to even give her. I know I can give her the life she deserves. So, are Selene's methods justified? I don't know. But, all I do know is I'm desperate to separate them and have my sweetheart back.


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...a week later...



I Judged Too Soon...

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Kristen's thoughts: Therapy. Who would've thought it was something I needed? I would've never guessed in a million years, to be honest, my life has been pretty consistent and hell, pretty normal, I mean, besides my parents passing younger than usual... But, even then, my connection to them was very distant. It never hurt me, not really. So, seeing Mr. Jacobson has opened up my mind to things I didn't even know could be issues. Like my dependence on Nathan, he suggests I try to maybe branch out and spend some time discovering who Kristen James really is. Maybe I should you know? Have more time for the girls, and other things I seem to push off... and if Nathan loves me, I know he'll understand. I mentioned this to Mr. Jacobson, and he thinks it's a great idea!

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...a week later...

Final Session



...meanwhile, in an undisclosed location with Nathan and Selene...


...Joshua and Kristen have escaped together, and Nathan, searches anxiously for months, but they're indeed nowhere to be found...

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Nathan: Time Continues, Even When Every Breathe Hurts...

    Nathan's thoughts: Three months, almost four now that she has been gone. Almost four months that the most important thing in my life, was ripped away from me. I know he forced her to say those words to the camera. She could never just forget me... for him... right? God, I pray to God not. Every second gets more and more painful than the last. This pain is burning. Destroying me from the inside out, and I don't care. I'm numb. Without her, what is the point? When you've had a taste of heaven... how does one go back to the hell that is normal life?! The truth? You can't. I can't. I give in to the temptations Selene deals me. It takes the pain of losing her away. I know, this is what Selene wanted. She's just getting her fellow addict back. I shouldn't have, but on acid, I can see her again... my love. Kristen. And, if I can even imagine her back in my arms again, I'll take every drug on this Earth for it. I'm so sorry, beautiful. Please forgive me... I need you, I miss you, my everything.

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Kristen: It Feels Wrong, But I Know It's Right...

    Kristen's thoughts: Joshua has kept his promises. We wed... it was something quick on a remote island he owns. Nothing special. A contract was written up, including several points we each wanted, with our own lawyers present. The marriage? It's been bearable, but it will never compare to... him, my real love. I try to push any thoughts of him to the back of my mind. I pray he's better, that he's moved on and happy... but, I always worry. Selene, his "ex" has been watching over him. Which both stresses, and comforts me. But at least, she keeps us updated on him. I will take anything I can get... as long as he's okay. I can only shed the tears for him in my personal penthouse apartment... which was something I fought for in the contract. I knew I needed a place to get away from everything, to be able to have space. To do just this, cry.

...

But now, I haven't heard any update on him. I'm supposed to get one: every. damn. month. And this month, after constant reminders to Josh, I haven't gotten a thing. So... what do I do now? How can I make sure he's fine? Do I risk it? Hmmm... You know what...



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