Coleson |Book 3|

35

Racheal's P.O.V

Cole decided to drop me off at my parents apartment first. He was then going to go get his father, pick us back up and then take us to the restaurant. Cole being the perfect man that he was made Dallas promise to bring all of our friends to Vera's for dinner so we could surprise them there. It was all planned out but I'm sure the nausea and shaking wasn't part of it.

I picked at my fingernails as I stood outside of the parents apartment. Still the same crooked numbering on the door. 54, but the 4 was tilted, almost falling off the nails. I smile, thinking back to all the times when my dad said he was going to fix it. I sighed, swallowing down the lump in my throat before knocking on the blue door.

I hoisted my bag further on my arm as I heard shuffling behind the door. My heartbeat sped up to an unbearable pace and then stopped all together as the door was pulled open. I looked at the blond girl standing before me. She looked at me confused before it morphed into shock, surprise and then anger.

"April?"

"Racheal?"I nearly gasped at the sound of her voice. It wasn't a little high pitched voice anymore. Before I could breath again, she rushed me into a hug, pulling me into the flat in the process.

"April, sweetie, who was at the-," I turned and saw my mother standing in the entryway, a apron around her waist with flour all over her hands. "April, am I seeing things?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hi, mom."

"Joshua!" My mother yelled, dusting her hands off on her apron. "Get in here!"

"Can't it wait, I was-," I laughed, holding back my tears as my dad stopped in his tracks. He brought his hand up to his mouth, gasping. "Racheal?" I nodded my head, opening my arms and pulled them all into a hug. All the tears I was holding back came flowing like a waterfall.

"Where..how-, What are you doing here?" My father asked, pulling me away and looking over me. "We've missed you so much, Racheal."

"I know, I'm sorry. When school started, everything got a bit hectic. I'm so sorry," I sobbed and pulled them in for another hug.

"Oh, my god, look at you." I said and pulled away, looking at my little sister. "Fourteen, right?" I asked, brushing a few tears away.

"Almost fifteen. Thirty, right?" She asked, a playful smile playing at her lips.

"Ha ha, I'm twenty-five, brat."

"We have so much to catch up on," My mother said, gaining our attention. "I've got some cheesecake in the oven. I'll make you some grilled cheese-,"

"Actually, we have reservations at Vera's at 7." I glanced at the old clock on the wall. "Which gives us half an hour."

"You knew about this and didn't tell us you were visiting?" My father asked.

"I wanted to keep it a surprise. Now go get ready."

Cole's P.O.V

Dallas' driver pulled up to my old house, stopping on the street. "Would you like help with your bags, sir?" He turned around, lowering the partition.

"No, thank you. I've got it," I pulled out my wallet, sliding him a hundo before grabbing my bags by my side and opening the car door. A smile reached my lips when I walked up the old gravel driveway. The garage door was open so I knew exactly where my father was. I haven't seen him a years though I'd made small talk with him over phone calls.

I walked through the garage door and sat my bag down on the ground. "Hello?" I called.

"The repair shop is down the road-," My father started and slid out from underneath an old Pontiac. "Son?"