Colson's Games (Book 2)

3: Purplish

That morning was hard. I wanted everyone to just leave me alone, but I couldn't do anything without their help. I wanted to do all my own shit, on my own. I didn't want help.

I was frustrated and had yelled at both Mars and Mr. Baker to piss off. They just kept pushing. I could not take it. I was going to have a panic attack.

I sat at the top of the small set of stairs. I was tired of the same setting of the room. My wounds were still pretty raw.

I wasn't wearing a shirt, but I had a bandage wrapped around my chest covering my boobs.

I sat with my elbows on my knees and my head was in my hands. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was shaky and I felt nauseous. I wanted everyone to leave. I breathed in deeply and a shaky breath came out.

"Hey..." I heard a soft, deep voice coo.

My head shot up as I looked over at him.

"Calm down. It's just me." Rook said, as he sat down next to me.

I rested my head back in my hands and closed my eyes taking a deep breath. I don't know why I was so jumpy. This isn't like me at all.

"Ya know we're all just here to help, right?" Rook said reassuringly.

"Heh. I've heard that before. Not only from you, but everyone else that's ever abused or left me." I sighed.

"Okay, but have we ever left you?"

"Yeah. One of you." I turned my head to look at him.

"Who?" He looked at me curious.

"Mars. It's all he's ever done." I sigh. I felt like crying.

"He's here, now." He said, leaning his head against the railing.

"For how long?" I raised an eyebrow.

Rook didn't know how to respond. He just kinda shrugged and stared at me. He was so kind to be putting up with salty ass me.

"When him and I were younger and I had gotten taken away from my mom, he said him and I would run away and live together, as soon as he made the money for it." I sighed, realizing how ridiculous it sounded, now. "It's the only thing that kept me going. Through all those foster homes, that was the one thing I woke up for. He eventually made the money. He never told me though. He ran away all by himself. Didn't even leave me a note. I found out from Hal. My mom later told me that Hal made him. It was his choice either way. He just chose the life that didn't mean dealing with me."

"But he came back."

I sighed and looked at Rook. He didn't know Mars like I did. Then again, no one really did. I watch as his mouth curls into a half smile. He was just trying to help.

I take a deep breath and lay my head on his shoulder, looking down the stairs.

"Yeah. He is." I say softly.

My body ached and I really needed some upper body support.

I saw Slim come from around the corner with a tray of food. He stopped as he saw us, and stood at the bottom of the stairs.

"You're out of bed." He smiled.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"I was just bringing you some food." He said, looking down at the tray and then back at us.

"I can eat it in the kitchen. If y'all will help me to the kitchen." I looked at Slim then at Rook.

"Yeah." Rook answered, and helped me up slowly.

He was patient as we waited in between steps for me to catch my breath. He worked at my pace and Slim was standing a step lower than us, just in case I fell. We eventually made it to the kitchen.

Slim handed me a shirt and helped me put it on, while Rook set a plate of food out for everyone.

Within a few minutes Mars and Mr. Baker had joined us. I sighed and looked down at my food. I had to keep pushing my hair away from the plate. I was seriously about to have a melt down. Not only was my hair in the way, but I could hardly cut my food.

"When's the next gig?" Mars asked Rook.

"Uhm..." Rook looked at Slim and then Mr. Baker, who kept eyeballing me.

"Soon?" Slim answered.

"Well, just as soon as we..." he paused, and stood up, then walked behind me. "Get everything settled." He said as he started to tie my hair up for me.

All the other guys began to talk amongst one another. Mr. Baker knelt beside me and was talking to me in a low voice.

"Do you want something easier to eat?" He asked.

I just nodded. I had yelled at him this morning on how I didn't want any help. I didn't want to admit I did. I wanted to start doing things on my own, but I knew I needed the extra help.

"Do you need my help?" He looked me in the eyes and asked, softly.

I sighed and looked down, then back up at him.

"Yes..." I mumbled.

This part was fuuuuunnnn. Imma be doing another part tonight so stay tuned. Please correct any errors and send ideas.