The Faith Of The Dream.

Chapter 10

Cole:  What is happening?
Jay:  What?
Cole:  I know something is not right.
Cole:  I mean, why was Kai at the hospital?
Cole:  What about next week? Is he leaving for another city?
Jay: Cole, we are in the same car and you text me?
Cole:  Yeah, but you're at the backseat, while I am at the front. It's not the point, though.
Jay:  You can ask Bentho.
Cole:  He said, it's a secret.
Cole:  I hate secretive people.
Gorou:  Don't be.

Bentho offered to drive them back. He said, he had been perfectly healed now and could drive them home with no injuries. Of course, Cole trusted him. He was his family, after all. But just to make sure, he asked him to drive like a normal person.

"Hey, Shorties, you're flirting with each other or what?" He said, not looking at Cole. His eyes were focused on the road. "You two are so cute! No kidding!"

"How long have you known Kai?" Cole changed the topic.

"Kai? Kaiden Smith?" Bentho rubbed his cheek.
"Yeah, we call him Kai."

"I've known this guy since I was admitted to the hospital." His cousin's voice was softer than before. "I met him when I was visiting the children's ward—you know, I got bored easily, so I needed to talk and play, and the kids there were so fun to play with. This guy always comes to the children's ward, playing some songs on his guitar and telling stories to them. Sometimes, he will recite some poems. A very nice guy, if you ask me."

"He loves poems," Cole agreed. "And singing and playing guitar. Didn't know he was good with kids. So, is it like a charity program?"

"Maybe." Bentho smiled a little. His eyes were focused on the rearview mirror, looking at Jay. "You've been awfully silent, Jay. Cat got your tongue?"

From the mirror, Cole saw Jay facing the window to his left.
"I'm just hungry," the brunette said.

"Then, we can all eat together at home!" Bentho laughed heartfully. "Your dad's home?"

"Yeah, he said he would be home by the time you arrive. But don't trust what he said easily. He tends to make fake promises." Cole crossed his arms and shrugged.

"Kid," Bentho reached a hand and put it on top of Cole's head, "get along with your father. Before it's too late."

"I know." He looked down. "I... just want him to trust me and support me to do what I want."

"Ah, Smith told me, you two are working on a project, right? About making a song from an original poem. Why don't you tell your dad about it, and then you can show him what you've been working really hard all this time? Maybe then, he will finally support you."

"It sounds like what will happen in a novel or a movie."
The blue eyed male chuckled and then cursed as he pulled the brake in a sudden. He knocked on the horn a few times and glared at the windshield, finding a truck suddenly pulling over without turning its tail light on. "Damn you!! You wanna fucking die?!"

Cole exhaled. He turned to Jay who was still silent and minding his own business. "Hey, let's have dinner at my home. Like we used to when we were kids."

Jay glanced at him, and nodded. "Sure."

The drive was shorter than expected—thanks to Bentho's expert navigating. And he wasn't kidding when he said that he had been healed perfectly. They parked the car in the garage, and Bentho was excited when the head of the Brookstone family greeted him directly. Cole decided to stay still in the car, watching Cole and his father interact from the side mirror.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're fine, Bentho," he said, giving him a friendly hug.

"Yeah, me too. Won't do the same mistake again. Promise." He grinned innocently at the taller man.
"We're not going to leave the car?"Jay asked in a whisper from the backseat.