Good Luck Hiding

Chapter 5

Hello!! So this chapter will be from Cole's point of view. Cil's going to tell him the truth about what happened. She's told him her mother got shot but she didn't go into details. His reaction is going to be a bit.. Different. This chapter is going to be split from his point of view and Pricsilla's. I deticate this chapter to my mother. Writing last chapter was very hard and I started to think about how hard it would be. I love you Mom! I hope you like this chapter!!

                          Cole's P.O.V:

 I pulled into the parking lot of the park. I'm so damn confused... Is Cil who he was talking about? How the hell did she get all that money?!? We walked over to a bench facing the lake. I turn to her. "Explain." I say with force in my tone. She looks a bit shocked. "This park is so pretty..." She trails off.

"Pricsilla! What the fuck! How did you get that?! Is that how your mom got shot?! Did you get your mom fucking killed?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. I looked at her to see tears stain her pants. I watched as they dripped from her nose onto her skinny jeans. Shit. I didn't mean to say that..

"Cilla... I'm so sorry. I didn't-" She looked up at me with such intensity I had to stop. Her eyes always get extremely blue to the point where her eyes almost look like the sky when she cries. Her eyes shine with frest tears that have yet to fall. "No. It's okay.. It's the truth. I killed my mother. It's my fault she's gone. I was on my way home from school and I saw a backpack barely showing under a bush and I went over, because I'm curious, and opened it. When I opened it...." 

"You saw the money and couldn't help yourself." I finished. She half nodded.

"I thought of Mom. She's been saying how she wanted to move to Vegas. As soon as I saw it I thought to myself  'I can make Mum's dreams come true.' So, without thinking I took the backpack and ran. That's when I saw him. This man turned the corner as soon as I started to run. He called out to me. There was someone else with him. I think the man's name was Mason... I heard the other man yell something like 'Don't bother coming back until you get the money, Mason!!'... I was so scared. I didn't know what to do, so I ran all the way home. When I got home I ran straight to my room. I didn't think she was home. I didn't lock the door. My mind was all over the place. I heard five gun shots and panicked. That's when I realized Mom was home. I didn't even think. I ran out of my room and ran past Mason and held her..." She had a stream of tears going down her face now. I'm going to fucking kill Mason. Why wouldn't he tell me it was her?!? FUCK! Why do I have to care? Why can't I not like her or not even know she exists like two years ago.. You know what? No. I'm glad I met her. I'm glad I fell in love with her. Why did I have to get involved with Mason? Fucking A. She had been looking down at her pants, gripping the bench hard. She looked up at me.

"I watched the life drain from her, Cole. She died in my arms.... We had a fight the night before.. She said I had spending a lot of time with you. She thought we were having sex. I told her she was being ridiculous. The last thing I said to her before I came over last night was that I hate her... I told her I hate her and now.. Now she's dead. I'm an awful person Cole."  I grabbed her and pulled her to me. She cried into my chest.

"You're not an awful person, Cil. You're probably the best person I know. You've changed me. I fell for you hard. Before I met you I was cold hearted. I didn't give a fuck about anyone.  I watched as my parents were killed. I didn't feel for the longest time. I mean, I cried and it was hard but I didn't miss them that much until I met you. I wanted them to meet you. I... I think I love you, Pricsilla." She looked up at me.

 "W-what..? Really?" She looked up at me. I nodded my head shyly. I laughed harshly. "You know, It's weird.. I didn't even know who you were two years ago but as soon as I saw you in the hall crying that day.... I felt the need to be close to you.." We've gone to the same school since eighth grade, apperantly. I was too busy being in my own world.. Having the time of my life.. I still remember that day.