Crashing Down Into Flames

Chapter 30

Chapter Song: HAUNTED- Chris Grey

Tuesday- Afternoon

-Cole-
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I don't like kids. I didn't want my kid when it wasn't born yet.

I shouldn't be here, but here I am- dragged into a school recital because it interfered with my plans.

These kids are horrible. The only one who's good is Mark -Violet's child- and that's not exaggerating.

"These kids are horrible," She whispers to Violet on the left side of Her.

At least we agree on something.

She threw a tantrum once she found out I was sitting between Her and August. Probably because she was still mad at me for tripping Her, but she deserved it. Plus, I wanted to see what would happen if She lost, and boy did it not disappoint me.

Once the play started, She forgot about it- or at least she tried to make me think she did. I can still see her hand twitching when she rests it on Her thigh because it brushed against my hand.

It's an odd feeling; having Her hand brush against mine. It's like an electric bullet being shot through my hand and up my arm- which compares nothing to being pierced by an actual bullet.

She crosses her arms to match me while staring at and judging the kids while they're singing as a group. Several kids have come to the front of the stage where they have their line in the play, and yet, I haven't seen Mark come forward for his line.

They finally stop singing a horrible song about love, and Mark and two other raggedy-looking kids move from his spot of compacted kids on the raised bleachers.

Her face lights up, and a huge smile whips on when she sees Mark. It's a real smile she has on- not a fake one she puts on when on live air or when she's giving it to someone.

Even in the dim lights, on the crowded parents, Her smile is still the most noticeable in the crowd. You can barely see Her features, but her emerald jewels stick out through her light layer of makeup in the dark.

She jumps up from her seat and screams Mark's name while waving enthusiastically. Her short black flowy skirt- jumping up and down with her while she continues to scream. I think I rather enjoy her in a skirt, but I don't like other people looking at it.

She quickly changed before coming here. She's wearing a black long-sleeve turtle neck to hide her tattoos and the scrap on her arm I gave her with a fluffy black skirt with black leggings underneath. Her hair is pinned into a messy bun that says she put it up in a rush from the loose strands that dangle from the sides and back. Even as she looks almost average in the set of wide-range parents that fill the gymnasium, she still looks the most beautiful here.

I have to hand it to her strength for yelling after she's had a hit on her head when she accidentally tripped.

August screams on the other side of me as he copies his sister. They really are twins.

For some reason, I can't seem to look at August; I can only focus on her. Her eyes fill with love and hope- while they stare at the blushing Mark coming to one of the three microphones. Mark smiles wide when he sees August and Her here to support him, but then he starts staring into the crowd with wide eyes.