When Cole pulls over, I take a look around. It's late now, the streets are empty and the house we sit in front of looks normal. I get off of the bike and stand behind Cole, wondering why he'd even take me.
"What're we doing here?" I ask, folding my arms.
"We can hang out here to kill time." He says looking back at me.
His beanie hangs on his head, the jacket he wears fits him perfectly. I shiver as I think about going in or not.
"Come on." He says, beginning to walk.
I slowly follow behind and enter the house. He sits on the couch and I follow.
"Does she usually do this?" He asks.
I shake my head, "What do you care?" I ask.
"Because no one should be that cruel." He says.
"You've probably done worse." I shrug.
"That doesn't matter, what matters are your answers." He says, sounding irritated.
The room is silent for a while before I break it, "Yes."
"Why?" He asks.
"Is this your house?" I ask, ignoring his question.
"Yeah," He sighs, "Not really."
I look over at him, "What do you mean?"
"I don't stay here, but you could call it my house." He says looking around, "It's not home."
"Thank you." I say.
"Didn't do it for you." He says, playing with his rings.
"Who?" I ask.
"Oliver." He says blankly, looking back up at me.
"Why are you friends with my sister and him?" I ask.
"I'm not friends with your sister, you judge really quickly." He smiles.
I look down at the floor before standing.
"Where are you going?" He asks, standing as well.
"I don't want to be here." I say turning.
"You want to go back to that house?" He asks.
I shake my head, "No, I want to go out side."
"Fine." He sighs.
I walk out the front door and sit on the steps of the porch. Soon enough, he sits next to me.
"How'd you meet Oliver?" I ask.
He rubs his hands together, "He has been my best friend since middle school."
"Wow." I breathe, "I've only known my friends since my first year here."
"How?" He asks.
"I never fit in with anyone much." I say, "They didn't either, so I got to know them."
"Damn good girl, that's dark." He laughs.
"Not as much as you." I laugh, looking at his dark curls that peak from his hat.
"Maybe." He says placing his elbows on his knees.
"You can take me home." I say standing.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because, it's for Oliver not me, and I'm tired." I say with a smile.
"You sure?" He asks.
"Please, I've dealt with this for years now." I laugh.
He stands and we walk to his bike. After he gets on I follow, wrapping my arms around him feels normal now. I slip the helmet on and wait for him to go.
Once we get on the road it's nice, "You good?" He asks.
"Yeah," I sigh.
I hold on tighter every time we turn a corner. Of course he laughs at me as well.
"Here you are." He says stopping.
I get off and place the helmet in his hands, "Thank you."
"Hang on to this for me." He says, handing me a ring.
I leave it in my palm and look at it, "Why?"
"I have a job to do and I'd rather not lose it." He says blankly.
I try to find some sort of emotion in his face but there's none. How does he do that?
Before I know it, he's gone and I'm left on the sidewalk in front of my hell house. It's a simple medal ring. Slipping it onto my index finger, I walk inside.
"Mom, she's here." My sister says glaring at me.
"Charlie!" Mom yells.
"What?" I ask.
She walks around the corner and stares at me.
"You rode around with a stranger again, didn't you?" She asks, folding her arms.
"Mom." I Breathe.
She holds her hand up, "No."
"Chloe" I can't find the words.
"You're being sent away." She says.
"What?" I ask.
"An institution, it'll help you." She says.
"Mom, you're not serious." I begin to cry.
"Go to your room." She says.
I take one last glance at my sister who is now smiling at me. That's it, my mother is officially brain washed by this monster.
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More Than Emotional Support
Romance"What if I said he likes you?" He asks. "I would say it's obvious." I laugh. He places his hands on the wall, boxing me in on each side of my head. "What would you say if I told you, you looked hot tonight?" He asks. I breathe harshly while staring...
