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Adeline Callahan, the girl that time forgot, the one that is considered dead to the public, struggles day after day opening her eyes. She struggles day after day getting up and paci...
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It can't be him.
It can't.
I heave on air, feeling the sudden urge to get sick. He said that he didn't want to see us again, but now he's in there. I thought he moved away, out of state, but he's still here, in the same town. Why, out of all times he could be here he just has to be in there at this time, why?!
I'm not ready to face him, but I want to. I want him to feel the pain he gave my mother and I for leaving. He messed up our family, he left us broken and in pain, and I want to show him what he did to us. My vision begins to blur as my eyes turn glassy.
I hear footsteps from behind me and pivot on my heel, facing them. I let out a sigh of relief when I see that it's Cole.
"Hey, what happened? Why did you run out like that?" He stops asking questions when he sees a single tear drop out of my eye, "hey, what's wrong, why are you tearing up?" He asks urgently.
I don't answer him immediately, instead I bury my face in his chest, taking fistfuls of his shirt in my hands and holding on tightly, my grip firm. I feel his arm wrap around my small figure, as he runs his fingers in my hair, in an attempt to calm me down, which it works.
"Addie, is everything alright?" Cole asks in a hushed tone. I shake my head that's still buried in his chest.
"H-he's in there," I stutter, choking on my words.
"Who is? Who's in there?"
"My d-dad."
I feel Cole tense, his strong arms flexing. He pulls away from me and scrutinizes my face. Anger and fury are embedded in his eyes as they seem to get darker in color. Right now, he looks dangerous, as if he were going to explode in any second. His face is painted with irritation.
"Why is he there?!" Cole demands at me, his tone darker than normal, and it startles me, making me jump.
"I-I don't know."
Cole steps back from me, clenching and unclenching his jaw. He runs a hand through his umber hair, frustrated. His hands fall to his side, as he balls them up into fists, his knuckles turning white as he does.
"Cole, please, calm d-down!" I plea.
"I can't! The man who caused you and your mother pain is in there, and I hate him for doing what he did to you!" He shouts out of clear rage.
I don't understand why he's getting so worked up by this, he isn't even his father, it just makes no sense, so I decide to ask what's on my mind.
"Why are you getting so worked up by this?!"
"Because I care about you! Because the one person that could have taken care of you but didn't is in there! It's his fault you have scars, cuts, and bruises! It's all him!" Cole shouts.
He turns his back to me, placing both of his hands behind his head and breathing hard.
"I can't take this anymore!" Cole shouts, and starts at a bolting dash towards the store doors.
I scream at him to stop, because I know what he's gonna do.
And it's not going to be pretty.
Not at all.
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Sorry for the short chapters and mistakes, but I hope you are still enjoying this story!
