33. He is hurt

Including someone in your prayers is a truest form of love. ~ A. Gupta

VIOLET

SOMETHING is wrong. I know it. I could feel it in my bones but I have no one to ask. My worry had become so crippling that I couldn't even talk to Mom when she tried to comfort me. All I needed was Cole, to see him with my own eyes and determine that he was alright. To ask for his forgiveness and to let him punish me if that’s what he wanted. I just wanted him to be okay, to be by my side even if he hated me for what I did.

As the time passed, my worry only accelerated and I started to lose my own self as I could hear the tik of the clock in the silence. Mom and Dad had gone with Alex, and neither of them thought to tell me what was happening but I saw how Mom’s face had paled and her eyes had glittered with unshed tears. Whatever it was, it was bad. And I knew it was about Cole. I knew. But they wouldn't tell me. It hurt to be in the dark even though I understood that they were trying to protect me but I d