Trapped in his reality. #wattys2016

chapter 8: color, shape, emotion.

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"What the fuck is she doing here?"

The surprisingly harsh words came from a pretty, little girl.

At first, I couldn't believe it came from the young, innocent looking girl standing in front of me.

The words were coated in so much venom.

So much hatred.

"Just go to your room Ginny" Cole mumbled annoyingly

"I understand you." the child said, seemingly ignoring coles annoyed mumble

"She's very pretty, but so what? I've seen many beautiful woman before, what's so special about this whore?"

I gasped at the young girls raw, and hurtful statement, trying to understand what exactly is going on.

And what i had done wrong.

"Enough Ginny" cole now ordered, raising his voice.

I could hear the control in his voice. Control and something else- is that guilt?

"What ever." The small girl said. Shrugging her small shoulders.

"We will talk later." Cole quickly added, watching her disappear up the staircase.

5 minutes earlier.

When I had finally taken my face out of coles jacket I took a long look around.

We seemed to be in a ghetto looking area.

The street was a mess, the people who were out- sketchy, and all of the paint on the houses near by were chipped and looked to be falling apart.

Cole got off of his motorcycle, slowly helping me out too. we walked up to a black door, with slightly chipped paint.

Cole pulled a key out of his back jeans pocket,

I couldn't help but watch his hand brush up against his butt slightly, and pull out the key.

dat ass tho!

My god... im a helpless cause.

na.. this is totally normal for a teenage girl to stare at a hot guys ass! right..?!

shit... im a creepy butt-watching woman, aren't i.

"It'll last longer if you take a picture ,you know, not that I'm complaining" cole was looking straight at me, smirking.

Oh.. How long have I been staring? I must have spaced again.. I blushed and looked down.

"I.. I.. I wasn't looking" I tried to defend weakly, realizing I was probably just making it worse for myself.

"Ya, sure you weren't" Cole just smirked again, and unlocked the black, chipped door.

We walked in, and the minute we did, my eyes opened wide at the sight infront of me.

The walls were a old wight color, almost gray looking, the paint chipping off of the walls dramatically in several places.

Chairs were flipped over on the old looking brown rug, in the small living room.