“What do you care? I thought you weren’t going to talk to me.”
“I’m not.”
“Well, you clearly are right now.”
“Go to sleep. You’re confessing tomorrow.”
“Confessing? To whom?”
“To Elsa, who almost drowned because of you. Because you were self-centred and enjoyed having a stalker say you’re beautiful.”
Tears prickle my lids and I hide farther beneath the sheets. “You know that’s not the case.”
“Uh-huh.”
“You think I want to hurt other people? What is wrong with you? Are you crazy?”
“Watch that fucking attitude, Silver.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Go to sleep,” he repeats quietly.
I do, with tears in my eyes and emptiness in my chest.
For the first time since he moved here, Cole doesn’t hug me to sleep.
For the first time, he’s so disgusted with me, he doesn’t want to touch me.
I hate myself for hating this.
And I hate him.
I hate him so much, I dream of him hugging me.
In the morning, Cole takes me to the Meet Up.
More like, he drags me.
He’s still not speaking to me and I’m starting to feel pitiful.
I loathe being pitiful. It brings back memories from when I was a child and every single one of my parents’ friends gave me that look.
Poor Silver.
Since then, I’ve built walls and a whole new persona so no one would give me that look again.
Cole and I are sitting in the small cottage, and I recall the pain I felt when I thought he’d lost his virginity to Miss Goldman.
So what if it didn’t happen? He made me believe it.
Well, I made him believe I lost my virginity to Aiden, so there’s that.
Ugh. I hate this tension.
I sit on the chair, waiting for Aiden and Elsa. Cole stands right behind me like the Grim Reaper.
True to his Grim Reaper image, he’s not speaking either.