Desperate

39

Arabella

Three hours.

We've been doing this for three hours. We haven't spoke once. Every time I look up he looks away,  or any time there is we're we don't have to hand out drinks, he checks his phone.

"Will you pass me some more ice" he huffs.

I tiredly grab the bag of ice, which is heavier than I expected, and passed it towards him, I overestimated the distance between us as I handed it over to him.

"Fuck, what the actual fuck"

I turn to see a hunched over Cole slowly getting closer to the ground with his hands cupping his balls and a ripped bag of ice on the floor,half empty.

"Shit I'm so sorry" I say kneeling beside him.

"Just fuck off Bella, get out of my fucking way, your always in my fucking way"

I understand he's in pain and even after our argument, I understand he might still be angry, but even his tiny brain can register that it was an accident.

"Fuck off. Dick." I say as I walk past him to get more ice from the truck.

When I get back Cole is more cold with me than before, I didn't even think that was possible. We continue working in silence for a few more hours when we get sent on a break. We both head to the large tent set up for volunteers to get food and to get out of the sun for a while.

Even though we're sat on opposite sides of the tent I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my head. I've had enough.

I get up and storm over to him, kicking the red bean bag he's sat on.

"It was an accident, I'm sorry." I say trying to call a truce.

"Whatever, let's just get through today then you never have to talk to me again, I mean I don't know why you even bothered in the first place." He said with a hint of detest in his voice.

The phrase 'why you even bothered' infuriated me for some reason.

"Me? Me?" I laughed "your the one who wouldn't leave me alone. Your the one did everything he could to get under my skin, your the one who fed me all these lies, and your the one who-"

"I did nothing" he says standing up dragging me out of the sent and into a secluded area.

"Right. You did nothing." I breathe, exhausted by this constant arguing. I attempt to walk away when he grabs my arm pulling me back.

"Obviously you have something to say. Now say it." The determined look in his cold dark eyes challenged me.

"Cole. Let. Go." I say through gritted teeth, making sure my eyes never leave his.

"I will when your say whatever you keep bitching about."

"Fuck off Cole, i can't deal with you anymore, one minute your cooking for me telling me you don't want anyone else, and the next your on dates with gorgeous girls. I don't need you, I don't want you, I'm done with you. So let go of my arm." I say calmer than expected.

A small part of me wants him to keep holding on, but the bigger part wants him to walk away and never look back, the bigger part of me wants to go back to that moment in the bath after I'd taken the pills, when I didn't have to feel anything, but instead he's here, making me feel everything.

But then he lets go.