Painful Thoughts of The Hidden One (The Broken One Series #0.2)

The One I Thought Would Stay

Enough about him. There are so many other pains to share.

I never really told you why he means so much to me. There are so many reasons, but all in all I trust him. I trust him with my life. I'd take a bullet for him. I would take all his pain if I could. But back to that I have the greatest trust issues in man kind. I somewhat blame watching too many mystery movies and reading a lot of conspiracy theories but I think it all started from my many friendships that ended before they even began.

There are A LOT of those so I guess I'll just have to pick one story for now.
    By the time I met Cass I had already been through seventeen best friends. If you could call them that. Once again, a story for another time. But all these best friends, though some better than others, had one thing in common. They all left me. A few drifted away. Some blatantly disappeared. Some used me until they really didn't need me anymore.

I opened up to six of those friends. Seven if you count Cass. I trusted them. The thing was, after all seventeen betrayals, I was young, ignorant, and innocent (in some ways) and I thought she'd be different.

I'll start with an introduction. Castiel Juno Rivers was anything but the ordinary. And I think that's what drew me toward her most. Between her jet black blue hair and black rimmed eyes that twinkled with their purple irises, Cass was an extraordinary kind of beautiful. She was different.

We met loitering outside of the principal's office. At the time I thought she was in for something badass like setting someones car on fire (I did not know her then obviously) her reputation was assumed on her goth type look and loner tendencies.

I on the other hand was in for breaking someone's nose with a tennis racket. And yes it was on purpose. But yet again another story for another time. I had my own badass tendencies as well. I sat back and stared at the ceiling, listening to the nervous tapping of Cass' neon toms. After what felt like hours the PE coach, Mrs. Mulch walked toward us with her looming stomps. Obviously it was somebodies time of the month...

In the most monotone voice I'm assuming she could muster she crooned, "Principal McMullin is in a meeting. You're released from any detentions and let off with a warning. Head to the field and run laps until your dismissed." We simultaneously groaned and whispered profanities under our breathes.

Then we dragged our feet down to the football field and begun to walk the white line side by side. The heat hit us immediately. You could see waves of chemicals radiate off the plastic turf and the sun beamed down at us fiercely. As sweat trickled down my neck and I squinted at the burning yellow ball of evil ultra violet rays I was forced to listen to our sneakers smacking the plastic floor. My usual charming self obviously couldn't stand the deafening silence.

"Soo... What are ya in for?" Her eyes widened in surprise that I would actually speak. In complete honestly I was expecting a bitchy glare. What came next surprised me even more.

"I spilled a glass of water on the projector when I was suppose to present." Her tone of voice completely threw me off guard. I expected it to be gruff and dark but the utter softness, not quiet at all just smooth and pure, was delicate.

And so I threw on my charming ole smirk and quirked my eyebrow. "You don't say?"

And then we talked. It felt like hours until one of our teachers dismissed us. We bonded over our mutual disgust over Christopher O'doull, who was the horny bastard of the eighth grade, and later on I'd find Cass as someone who sort of understood me. She used to call me Aggs.

Funny thing was I almost opened up to her. I was so close. I could have told her everything. I felt like I finally didn't have to cry alone.

But then she did what people do. She left me. Two years later. For fucking Chris O'doull.

Till next time. I've got lots more to tell. And there's still so much to this story.

Sincerely,

Aggs, the one who just can't trust anyone anymore.

AKA the thug who hits people with tennis rackets.