Among Moon and Stars

Kristen's POV

Have you ever wondered how a worldwide known singer could be the love of your life? Trust me, in this life it happens.

I am Kristen Bell and life was a normal sail on the ocean for me. With a boyfriend, that had to seek therapy sessions for anger management and working to pay my rent and bills.

I was now ushering the last meal of the day to a small cute couple, sitting around one of the IKEA tables, centred a yellow carnation of roses, “Have a great day and enjoy.”

I had a slight headache and I was really tired and exhausted.

“You should probably go home and rest. You will need it for tomorrow, ” Boss tells me.

Agreeing to him, I get what I needed before leaving the café to my car. Not long after a man in business wear was running down the road, effortlessly and breathing heavily as he looked around. When his eyes came in contact with my very own, he runs over with his hands on his knees.

“Sorry to bother you but I need your help by letting me hide inside your car, ” his breathing was heavy and his handsome facial features were quite the sight.

“What...why?” I asked.

“Trust me...just let me hide in your car for a second.”

I didn't know why I agreed to let him in but I did. I opened the doors of my car and he rushed inside, closing the door.

Not too long after, I saw a few paparazzi and reporters running down the road and stopped, scanning their eyes around.

“Where did he go?” one of the reporters asked.

“We lost him again. We should go, ” they left and it got me thinking.

He exits the car and sighs with his hands on his hips, “Thank you. I really appreciate it.”

“Okay. If you don't mind I must go now.”

He scans his eyes on me, “Actually I don't but I owe you one.”

“Trust me when I say you don't owe me anything. You just happened to be at the right place at the right time, ” I tell him.

“Could you at least leave me with your name?” he asks.

“We won't be needing that. I'm sure we'll never meet again so I don't find it necessary.”

He smiles, “You are one hard rock to break. But by any chance, we meet again, the name is Alexander. Thank you, again!” he disappears down the road.

Today was one weird day.

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Nothing felt this wonderful when you're laying in bed and cuddling with your pillow. Xavier was my boyfriend and we have a lot of push and pulls due to the girls he keeps hanging out around and coming in late at nights.

Xavier walks inside the room and said, “Why is dinner not ready?”

I sighed, rolling over on my back so I could see him when I was talking, “I am tired and it's been a long day for me. Could you probably do it yourself?”

He scoffs, “Do it myself?” he mocks.

“I don't like that tone, Xavier.”

He hisses, “You're the woman in this house which means you should take care of dinner, not me. What kind of mother will you be to my future children?”

“Excuse me? This is the only time I came home and didn't cook dinner and you are going to come up in here and disrespect me. A lady?”

“You should do your f*cking duties, woman!” he shouts at me.

I flinched a little bit, “And I told you that I am tired! It won't kill you to cook at least once a week.”

He runs a hand over his messy hair, “You know what Kristen-”

“You are going to break up with me, ” I cut him off, “It was expected and you know what, go and don't f*cking look back to me.”

He hits me across the face.

I froze with my jaws dropped and my hand holding my burning jaw, “You hit me. You hit me across the face.”

He clenches his fists and closes his eyes, taking a minute to reopen them, “I'm completely sorry for doing that but you know I have to seek therapy sessions for anger management. I didn't mean to do it.”

“But you did it! You know what, just pack your things and leave, ” the tears were whelming up inside the brim of my eyes. This was the crap, the bullish*t I had to face.

He chuckles, “You will never be perfect for anyone. All you do is work and never give me sex and pleasure. What's the meaning of us being together, anyway?”

I shook my head, “You know what, Xavier, ” the warm tears flowed down my heated cheeks, “I didn't expect any better from you and you are going to turn around and say that.”

“Yes, because you don't show me any respect at all. By right, dinner should be out and ready.”

“You don't deserve my respect! How am I going to respect someone who continually disrespects me!? It kills me to see you act like your knowledge of thinking are poor and immature. Xavier, just leave. You weren't the same man I met a year ago, ” my voice was breaking and so does my heart.

No matter how hard I tried to be the perfect person to him, he had to do something to mess it up. It happens and I had no maintenance over it. What's done is done? Facts over feelings.

He packs what he needs and slams the door as he leaves.

I dropped myself down in bed and curled up in a ball, hoping that the starting of my misery was over.

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Hello, my dear bookworms. I am new to Inkitt and I need your help and support to make my dreams turn into a reality. Please to share, give the book some reviews, like and be nice.

Q: Do you think it will be better if Xavier is not in Kristen's life? Why?

Krystal.