~Shane's P.O.V~ (a few weeks later)
It is raining outside and Cole is just standing in it. She had told me that her dad tried to contract her. Ever since then she have been weird.I wonder what he had said to her. She takes out a cigarette ( I think it's a cigarette) and light it. I just stand at the doorway and watch her. She is humming a song. I think it is Doubt. "What's wrong with her?" a voice ask behind me. It is my dad. Should I tell him? "Uh,I don't know. I think she is thinking." I tell him. Dad ruffles my hair and go to talk to her. "Hey,Cole...."is all I hear. I move up to hear. "So your birthday is coming up. I was-" Cole stops him. "I don't celebrate my birthday." She tells him. He sighs. "This is your first birthday with us." Cole doesn't care about that. "Please. I don't really...I don't..."she stutters. Dad snatches the cigarette out her mouth. "What is it?" He ask,disappointed. She sighs. "I never celebrate my birthday because..."She is seriously going to open up? "I just don't want to. I gotta go." She says,running to the back. Dad fist his hair. "Want me to talk to her?" I tease,patting him on the back. "Sure. You know her better than I do."
Cole is just pacing now. "Hey." I say. She doesn't hear me. I say it louder. Nothing. "Avalon Nicole Colette Morrow!" I scream,snapping. She looks up. "Hi,Shane. What you need?" She questions,trying to act normal. "Why won't you celebrate your birthday? This is a big deal-"
"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO CELEBRATE MY BIRTHDAY WITHOUT HER!"She yells,crying. I takes me a while to know what she means. "Oh. Your mother."I pull her into a hug. I didn't like talking about her mother. The things I said to her comes to thought. "I'm starting to have dreams about her. I just want her back."She explains to me. I rub her hair down. "I am sorry,babe,but there is no way for you to see her again." I whisper,wondering what else I could have said. "I just want to ask him for an explanation." I hear her whisper.
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Is It Love?
Teen FictionHe was rich. I was poor. He had his life in the bag. I didn't want my life. He loved me. I didn't know if I loved him. He was mine. I was his. He was sane. I was insane.