Charlie's P.O.V.
I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. Mrs. Smith answers with a smile.
"Hi, is Cole here?" I ask.
"Yes, he's just a little under the weather." She says sadly.
"Oh." I frown.
"If... you'd like to see him.." She trails off.
"Oh, I don't think he'd want to." I say.
"Hey, I know not everything is great between you, but you should talk to him." She says.
I nod slowly, "Okay..."
"Okay, go ahead, here's my number if you need anything." She says walking past me.
"What?" I ask.
She smiles genuinely at me, "I have work Sweety."
"Oh... okay." I say, tiptoeing toward the door.
I make my way up the stairs, trying to figure out what room is his. When I walk down the hall, all of the doors are open other than one. It's obviously his.
I knock on it lightly, my stomach turns. He's going to be so pissed.
"Mom go to work!" He calls.
Do I just retreat?
"It's not your mom." I say.
The door swings open, "What are you doing here?"
"I-"
"You're breaking in?" He asks.
"No, I just... wanted to work this out." I say.
"Go away, there's nothing here." He says.
"Cole!" I yell.
His face drops in shock.
"I want to even if you don't say anything." I say.
I push past him and sit on his bed. He closes the door and leans against it.
"Look, I was flooded with so much pain." I say, "When ever my "dad" shows up, it is never good."
He shifts while staring at me.
"Him yelling at me and-"
"Stand up." He interrupts.
I do as he says, confused.
"He gave you those?" He asks, pointing at my neck.
I look in the mirror and realize it was from my dad.
"Sit back down." He sighs.
I sit down and begin again, "It was the only way to make him feel bad and for me to release the things I was feeling."
"You really think I was using you?" He asks.
"No." I say truthfully, "I thought you would. Growing up, Chloe would put me down so much I'd start to believe it." I explain, "You being so nice and protective, I never thought I'd even be good enough as a friend."
He starts to laugh. What about this is funny?
I look up at him as he smiles at me. What the hell is his problem?
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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...
