Story Of A Girl

Ch 14

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It was morning when I woke up in Cole's arms in my room. It's funny how I don't remember falling asleep in the midst between my confessions and breakdowns.

Cole had convinced me not to leave, but I still questioned if that was the best idea. The cops were after me for crying out loud. My best bet was to change my name, dye my hair, and flea the country. But every time I contemplated the thought, I couldn't bring myself to leave Cole. Not after he knew everything and still wanted me to stay.

Cole was still asleep when I tuned to face him. His eyes were closed and his chest rose in steady breaths. H was so calm and looked so innocent. It made me smile.

He insisted on sleeping in my room with me to help console the nightmares he thought I had. But what he didn't know was that I've been having those nightmares for 5 years now: I was used to them. I was more convinced it was his nightmares that he'd get from my horror story of a reality I told him about that he need consoling from. I didn't mind though.

At my movement, he stirred until he awoke.

"Good morning." He smiled, to which I reciprocated. He glanced at the clock which read 10:15am.

He sighed. "We leave to go to the lake in 2 hours."

I frowned. "I don't think should go anymore."

"Why?" He scrunched his face in confusion.

"Because, I'm sure your family wants nothing to do with me after last night."

"Oh quit it, would you? Once they know what's going on, they'll understand. They'll want to help."

I arched my eyebrows in response, shaking my head in disbelief.

He sat up, smoothing his wrinkled shirt and ran a hand through his messy bed head. "I'm serious," he said.

"I don't know. I can't tell them everything. They'll just pity me, and I've had enough of that to last me my entire life," I said.

"And you'd rather them think you're a criminal?"

"Technically, I am one."

"Lake..."

"What?"

"Don't push them away."

I huffed, unsure of exactly what to say. He couldn't possibly think they'd believe me even if I did tell them the truth. I remember what his parents said that one night and I can guarantee they're insanely disappointed and upset at me right now.

"Just please come?" He stared at me with a pleading look and I couldn't help but melt, giving in to his desires.

"Fine," I grumbled.

He smiled and stood. "Then you should get packed. We leave at noon!" And with that he walked out of my room, probably to pack his own bags.

I looked at my backpack, clothes strewn out of it and around it from my messy job last night. I groaned, rubbing my eyes and the tears that threatened to fall. No matter what, the fact that Kevin was out there somewhere close, wouldn't settle in my brain or stomach. For once I didn't have an appetite to eat a full breakfast.