29.

Cole's P.O.V.

I look up to see tears streaming down Xavier's face.

"Xavier no, don't cry." I say as wipe away his tears with my thumb.

"But, that's horrible, I'm sorry that happened."

"It's not your fault, you don't need to be sorry." I say.

"Well, that's not all." I add.

He looks up.

"After that I felt shit. But I didn't show it. I felt too much pain. I told them I should wash up before going back to school. So I went home."

I opened the door. My parents and sisters were gone. I dropped my bag on the floor. I stared at my hands. My dirty and blood-stained hands. These didn't look like my hands. I wasn't me anymore. I rushed up stairs and witnessed my horrible reflection in the mirror. The actions and my reflection don't add up.