Hurt Again ( on hold)

Call me Gordon Ramsey| Chapter 9

Putting the plates on the table I take in the beautiful scent of spaghetti Bolognese.
Cole sat at the table putting two glasses of supermalt. I raised my eyebrow.

" you like supermalt?" I question and he nods before diving into the food.
" damn, Ari you can cook " he says and I smile at how he likes my cooking.

Growing up my mum would urge me to cook more, so that I would be prepared for later in life. That's like the one good thing she ever taught me. She's a very complicated woman, I don't know how my dad does it.
" I'm glad you like it, call me Gordon Ramsey" I joke and he tries not to laugh, as he's got food in his mouth.
During eating my food, I feel content. Happy with what I've got. But then the message from my stalker... That definitely put me off my food.
I downed my supermalt and when Cole was finished I dragged him to my sofa and we - I decided to watch a movie.
" babe, watch the purge with me" he said and I looked at him crazy.
" nigga, he'll I will!" I say and he rolls his eyes.
" we ain't watching a chick flick that's for sure" he says running a hand through his hair.
" uh Yeahh we areeee" I sing putting in mean girls.
He stretches and his shirt lifts up and I can't move my eyes at his exposed lower chest.
" see something you like ?" He teases and I look away embarrassed.
I start the movie and head to the kitchen for popcorn. I take out the bag and walk back, plonking onto the sofa next to him. I lean into his soft, but sting frame and he wraps his strong arm around me.

During the process of the film he fell asleep. Well, he really didn't like chick flicks.
A sound breaks the silence and I nearly jump from the sudden sound. I realise that it's my phone and I reach for it on the coffee table.
I open it and I gasp at the picture before me. It's a picture of me and Cole on the sofa. He's laughing at something I said and I'm smiling up at him. This picture would of been cute if my stalker hadn't sent it.
I read the message below it
I told you to leave the white boy,or it won't be pretty baby. Don't even think about telling him shit - no ID

I could feel the tears springing to my eyes and I look toward Cole. After everything we've been through this person wants me to leave him? If I don't he'll get hurt.
I get off the sofa and I go to the bathroom. How could this happen? Every time something good happens to me it just gets taken away from me. I need to fight. For what I want.

But if I do, who knows what this person  will do to Cole, it will be my fault for being selfish. I need to enact a plan.
After thinking though my plan that is absolutely crazy, I walk back to the living room, but I hear rustling from outside. I open the window to see if I see any one but the coast is clear.

I decide to lay with Cole and remember his touch, until I can no longer have it

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Unknown POV

" so did she listen?"
*smirks*
"Yes, she responded"
I'll end things tomorrow - Ariyah

" I'll finally get what's mine"
* fixes doll like Ariyah on a chair in a play house.*
" she will finally be all mine"

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Ariyah POV

Waking up, I stretch my arms out and relax into... The couch? Remembering that Cole was her last night, I look to the place where he once was.
Then the thing I wanted to forget came to mind and my mood instantly fell.
Cole will want to drop me to school, so I have to hurry and get to school before he leaves. I run up to my room and close my curtains, but not before I look at Cole on his bed. My chest hurts at what I'm about to do to him but I'm doing this for him. He will understand why soon enough.

I have the quickest shower I've ever had and get dressed in a black hoodie and jeans with some j's. I just tye my messy hair into a pony tail and trow my hood up. Grabbing my bag and phone I run down the stairs and open the door quickly but silently. I look towards Coles house and I don't see him. I check my phone to see that it's only 7:15. I run the distance from my house to the Forrest. Once I get there I walk in the eerie silence towards my school.