Colin McKinin; soccer star and playboy to whom's lucky-go nature and charming smile grew his popularity.
But, even as Colin was surrounded by people there was the chilling coldness in the air, a loneliness in the boys broken bones as the puppet danc...
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C O L I N
"This is the most awkward shaped apartment block I've ever seen." I spoke conversationally as we climbed the stairwell, dirty cement stairs seeming never ending.
Wonder shrugged and pulled my keys from my bag, "It's home, though." Unlocking the door, she entered the small but clean apartment and called, "Dad?"
My stomach dropped at that one particular word, before the side of my face heated up. Wanting to give her a glare of, 'I'll wait in the car' I chased after her before I locked on eyes on the back of a figure who sat out on their balcony.
"Wonder?" He called back, turning towards the door but his stiff back stopping the motion the full way. The 'click' of the door shutting behind me was enough for me to know that there was no way out — this was how I would die.
She opened the sliding down and put a hand on his shoulder, he turned to look at her with a warm expression. A smile falling onto his lip as he gestured to the old lady across the balcony, "Martha just was telling me all about—"
I watched as a Wonder closed her eyes when he father stopped talking abruptly. My shoulder brushed her own and I slowly and reluctantly looked down at the father who was glaring at me.
He cleared his throat and turned to look at Wonder with a creased brow.
"Dad," She turned to me with nervous expression as I stared back at her calmly — a fake calmness I might add, "This is Colin McKinin."
My eyes scanned to her hands as they rung together subconsciously, her thumb rubbing the middle of her palm nervously.
I held out his hand, "Nice to meet you..."
Her dad gripped my hand with such force it, I watched my Colin's knuckle turn white as o gripped back so he wouldn't crush my fingers, "Wayne."
We stared at each from an unnecessary longtime as the father seemingly planned my death before, as if our hands burnt each other, we let go quickly.
My father turned to his daughter with a hard expression, "Why are you two here?"
"Well," She smiles innocently at him, "We are going to the park but I need to change my clothes."
Wayne nodded sharply and she exited, leaving me to be fed to the lion.
I sat in the chair next him as the thickening silence between us stiffened even more once Wonder left. Wayne slid a cup of water across the table at me but settling himself in the chair.
"Martha," Wayne called out to the old women across from their apartment, she was knitting something that resembled the shape of potato . When she looked up at him he continued, "This is Colin."
