Love and Damage

Moving In Pt. 1

"Do you need me to come in with you?" Cole said behind me. "N-no, I'm fine. I'll call you when to pick me up." I said. "For sure, ill go and start planning the funeral right now so that tomorrow we will start." Cole said. "Why are you so nice all of us sudden?" I said still confused. "I'm only taking orders from ur father and I'm planning a funeral for my friend. So I'm not really being 'nice', I'm just doing stuff I want to do." Cole retorted giving me death glares. "Oh- okay." I said as I turned around and stood in front of the door way. I looked at it and was so scared to open it. I turned around to hear the engine started and Cole driving away. I turned back around again facing the door.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. As I stepped inside, I could smell the scent of my grandmother. I started to tear up. Looking around was very hard. I heard only silence besides my crying and whimpering. I closed the door behind me. I went upstairs and took it my suitcase. I started to pack all my clothes and belongings. I was grabbing all of my stuff and stuffing it fast until I was stopped by the picture of my parents and grandma all in one picture. I was so mad and I was crying my eyes out. I was beside my bed on the floor and looking at the picture. I just couldn't stop crying. Why does this keep on happening to me. Why are all the people I love always leave me. Dylan is going to pay for this. I want to see the look on his face when I pull the trigger on his head. I want to see all of it. I was so mad and frustrated.

I got up slowly using my bed for support. As I was getting up, I accidentally dropped he picture on the floor causing it to crash. "FUCK!" I screamed. I kneeled down and started to pick up the glass carefully. I was halfway done cleaning when I accidentally slipped and cut myself on accident. The blood was drastically spreading onto the white carpet. I didn't feel any pain whatsoever. The only pain I felt was the thought of losing my grandma. The cut was on top of my thumb nail. I took the glass off and placed a bandaid on knowing I should see a doctor but I did it care at all. I placed the rest of the glass in the trash and continued packing.

2 Hours Later~

I was completely done packing everything I need. All of my grandmas stuff I placed in a box and took it with me. I was completely done with everything and I was outside the door waiting for Cole to pick me up. He came with an even bigger car with a lot of storage space. He helped me pack all of the stuff inside his car. When we were done, he started he engine when I went back inside the house. There was nothing left besides the furniture which Cole didn't want so we are going to let one of Cole's maids take them out and clean anything else. I took one last look and I left, locked the house and got out. I went inside the car and gave the house keys to Cole. "Give then to your maids." I said. "Okay." Was all he said.

The car ride was piece full at the beginning when Cole started to talk. "What happened to your thumb?" He said. "It's nothing." I said as I was hiding it under my shirt. Shit I forgot to add another bandaid since the blood was almost leaking. I didn't want to ruin his car. I looked out the window when I felt an aggressive hand over my hand and stuck it out. "What are you doing?!" I screamed. Out of no where, Cole found a parking spot and stopped then so harshly. "TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED NOW!" Cole said practically screaming. "IT WAS NOTHING! I was just packing when I accidentally knocked over a picture frame and in the process of me picking it up I slipped and cut myself on the glass." I said. "WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO HAVE A DOCTOR CHECK IT OUT OR ELSE SOMETHING BAD IS GOING TO HAPPEN TO YOUR THUMB! YOU COULD LOSE YOUR THUMB! He said screaming as his veins were popping out of his neck and forehead. "WOULD YOU STOP TREATING ME LIKE A CHILD! I'm not in pain and I can handle myself! How do you expect me to kill Dylan if I let a simple cut ruin me?!" I said screaming at him. All he did was just stare at me. "You are not going to kill Dylan." Cole said. "Yea and why is that? Huh? Are you going to give me another lecture about my weakness and treat me like a child?" I said. "No, but because I will kill him." Cole said.