Her Mysterious Ways

Chapter 27: Truth or Dare?

NOT EDITED YET SORRY. IT'S LIKE 3:35 AM RIGHT NOW I'M TIRED GOODNIGHT

Again, just a reminder that all the chapters from now on will be in Rosemary's POV

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He pulled away first, which surprised me.

"What are we doing?" He asked in a whisper, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I don't know. I really don't." My voice was barely audible. I wanted to tell him so many things, but my mind wouldn't let me. I couldn't tell him, for the sake of both of us.

"What do you want us to be doing?" Whenever he wasn't sure what he should say, he always asked a question. It was a smart way to make sure he never answered wrong.

"I can't even answer that, Cole." I took a step back and looked into his eyes. Both of us were so unsure about what was happening that we just couldn't find any words to explain anything really.

"Well, there's two things that we can do. Either we decide to come to terms with what just transpired and talk about where we're going to go with it, or we forget that this ever happened." He was so straightforward, but at the same time he seemed reluctant to say it.

"Well shit, I don't know. How do you even decide that?" Seriously, how the hell was I supposed to decide between what we both wanted and what was best for us? I know it seems obvious, but it really wasn't.

"Me neither. How about we just leave it as it is and see what happens. That way we don't really have to choose, but we also don't have to have this totally undefined, if you know what I mean. It's just easier than making a most likely permanent decision." He rubbed the back of his neck, like he most often did, and then stood up. He walked over to the door, looking back at me before opening it and said, "Let's go challenge them to a mean game of go fish, shall we?"

"We shall." I smiled and followed behind him.

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My alarm blared in my ears. I was already awake, but of course I had to set it just in case. Like I would ever sleep in. How funny.

I pulled my legs over the side of the bed, rimming my eyes in the process. I absolutely hated Saturdays, because that could only mean one thing...

Support group and therapy.

"ROSEMARY! WE'RE LEAVING IN 10 MINUTES!" My aunt yelled up the stairs.

"OKAY!"I yelled back, standing up. All I had to do was get dressed and leave, so it wasn't a big deal.

Pulling a Caspar the Friendly Ghost t-shirt  and some jeans on, I just needed my classic plaid shirt to finish the outfit. I wished I didn't always have to wear long sleeves, but judging by the way my arms were lined with scars, that wasn't a wise choice. Just looking at them made me cringe. It was as if someone carved a tally mark into my arm every time they took a breath. I couldn't really complain though, because the pain had become so normal that after it stopped happening I couldn't take it. I had to have the pain. So I took it upon myself to inflict it, and the only price I had to pay was a few more scars and minimal blood loss.

Old habits die hard, or sometimes not at all.

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"Hello Andy! How has your week been!" Paula cheerily asked me as I walked into the room where I spent every Sunday between 9AM and 10AM listening to girls bitch about their problems.