"I... I'm nice to everyone, what do you mean?" Corey answers me with question, but I know he's just trying to change the topic. "No, I don't know if you are or not. And you don't know me so answer my question. Why are you so nice to me?" I ask frustrated that he'd think I'm oblivious enough not to notice he's hiding something from me.
"I'm not supposed to tell you yet. And even if I could, you shouldn't hear it from me," he says sounding more respectful than any guy I've ever met before. "Tell me now or I'm leaving. You're my only friend, and I don't even know why so please just tell me. If you're worried about getting in trouble I promise I won't tell anyone I heard whatever it is from you," I swear to him.
He kisses me roughly, "alright. I'll tell you. But if anyone finds out you already know, I'll have to punish you. It'll be a fair punishment, I promise princess," Corey finally agrees. I nod and smile at him.
"I... I knew you since we were kids. We grew up together. Before you left for London, before you said goodbye to everyone, and before your parents had a divorce you were in a coma that whole year. We-well-I-I..." he breaks off into sobs and I hug him. "I got us into a car accident and... and you didn't come out of it as well as I did. When you woke up, they took you home to rest. You woke up in the morning, not remembering anything. That whole month, they pretended everything was fine except-except it wasnt," Corey finishes his sentence with struggle and I kiss him slowly.
"What then?" I ask impatiently. He responds with, "your parents wouldn't let me anywhere near you in fear of you remembering me or worse... me hurting you again.. and then they got a divorce, and you moved away. But, well, he was your boyfriend only that month because before then, it was me and you. You were mine until I cause you pain." I hug him tightly and then kiss him intensely.
"So that's why I've felt so safe and familiar around you ever since I came back... I love you," I say with a smile. Corey looks up at me with shock in his eyes. "You don't... don't hate me?" He asks, surprised. "No... I still love you. I could never hate you, Corey," I respond and he smiles slightly. "I love you too. I was so scared you'd not want to see me again once I'd tell you," he admits. "I love you," I say once more to reassure him.
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Adele And Corey
Teen FictionAt the age of 13, Adele's parents got a divorce. She moved in with her father to England, leaving behind everyone she had known all her life in the small town of Ireland. Her mom got remarried, and so did her dad two years later. Adele's stepmother...
