Twisted

XIX. (Not) A Fresh Start

One Year Later

"Oh. My. God. That is perfect!" Olivia clapped her hands and gave out the most girliest giggle I have ever heard.

"I don't think so. It's... short." I tug at the hem of my silvery dress and look at her with pleading eyes.

"Nonsense, Kiara." She snorts. "Someone's getting laid tonight." She wiggles her eyebrows and I give her a disgusted look. "Shut up. You're gonna turn heads at the club tonight, baby." She winks. I guess if you compared our dresses I did have the more modest one. Hers is full up neon pink with a really deep neckline. Mine is plain, just the way I like it. Thankfully, at least this dress passed Olivia's inspection. "When was the last time you actually went out?" She asks and I sigh.

"It's not like I live in a hole I never come out of, Livvie. I have a life you know." I say dryly and she laughs.

"Oh please. The last time you had a decent date..."

"I think that's enough." I shut her up and turn to the sales girl. "I'll take this one." She nods and I retreat into the dressing room to take off this annoying thing.

Olivia and I work as waitresses in a bar simply known as 'The Pub'. No one wanted to employ some woman who showed up from nowhere with nothing on her resume so I worked as a cocktail waitress in the Pub and did not regret it one bit. The place helped me forget Skye Reid and all things related to that woman. The best part is that I get to work late nights. Which honestly help a lot.

It's Saturday and that darned girls' night has been announced. I have no choice but to go and now that I think about it, it's time I move on.

"I'll meet you at my place, yeah?" Olivia asks and I confirm. "Don't you dare be late." She gives me one of those glares and I roll my eyes and nod.

After we purchased our dresses, we went our separate ways and I went straight to my apartment. I wanted a shower right now and with it already being 4pm, I didn't have a lot of time to get some rest before I'm zested up to have a long night. I put my dress on a hanger and go straight to the bathroom for a wonderfully relaxing shower.

About ten to fifteen minutes later, I come out wrapped in a towel. My hair is wet and my usually pale skin is flushed thanks to the warmth and the steam. I walked over to my dressing table to get my hairdryer but I see the reflection of the person I don't want to face just yet.

"You," I turn around to face the man sitting on the edge of my bed.

"Hello... Kiara." Christopher smiles and I place a mask of indifference on my face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I say coldly.

"We have to finish what we started, Skye." I snort at his answer.

"Should I finish it with a bullet between your eyes?" I raise an eyebrow and open the first drawer of my dressing table but find no gun there.

"I think you are searching for this." He throws a gun at me and I catch it. I know him well enough to know there are no bullets in the gun so I place it back in the drawer and slam it closed.

"How could you do this, Christopher? After everything we've said and done for each other?" I cross my arms on my chest. I'm well aware I'm not decent at the moment but as much as I hate it, he's already seen me. Still, I use my hair to cover most of my shoulders.

"I gave you choices, Skye. You could run, you could shoot, or you could have just accepted. You did the third." He shrugged.

"I loved you." I whisper.

"Yeah." He replies and I scoff.

"You loved me."

"Yeah." He repeats and I feel my blood is starting to boil.