Cole's P.O.V.
It's been a week since Xavier's last treatment and he's been really sluggish lately. Looks like the treatment is really affecting him now. I have been going to school, kind of cautiously as Shawn stills kind of wants me dead. The message he sent is still weighing heavily down on me. When will he strike? The question is constantly on my mind. As I go to school my mum takes care of Xavier. I am so thankful she is understanding. Xavier sometimes wonders about his parents, they have called back many times, but I tell Xavier not to answer it as him just seeing their names on his phone screen makes him nervous, how can he talk to them?
It's not best that they get in contact either as his parents are toxic. They made him feel so unsure of himself and that isn't what caring parents should do. I'm glad he is more comfortable now, even though he is deathly sick.
Cole's P.O.V.We drive into the school parking lot and sit in the car.I am so nervous. I just want to break down and cry, I want to tell Xavier to watch out, I want to tell him everything, but he has too much to worry about right now, I wouldn't want to put more stress on him."Cole, you seem really nervous, why?" He speaks, with doe eyes and eyebrows knitted together."I'm not, it's okay." I reply, not looking at him. I may have been too blunt."Is it me?" He softly asks. A hint of sadness in his tone."What, no of course not." I reply, still not looking at him. I can't bring myself to. Keeping secrets from him is too much for me to bear. What a fucking coward I am.My sight becomes blurry, warm tears roll down my cheeks as my jaw clenches along with my fis
Xavier's P.O.V.He then rushes out of the car."What's wrong with him?" I ask myself."Did I do anything wrong?" I start to panic.I don't want to lose the one person in my life who I can trust. Maybe I could've never trusted him. Maybe he was just pretending all this time. But for what?My head is a mess. School is starting soon, but I'm so worried about Cole. I decide to call him up before I go.The phone rings."This number is temporarily unavailable at the moment-" I hang up. My throat hurts, it constricts and chokes me as burning tears threaten to slither down my face.I decide to send him a text, I don't want him to think that he is alone. I can't give up so easily.X: Cole please don't suffer in silence, I don'
Xavier's P.O.V.I just stand there.Cole walks me to his car.He sees the tears continue to roll down my cheeks, I can't hide anything now."It's stupid." I say looking away from him and out the car window, now sat in his car. My bottom lip curls under my top lip and my eyebrows scrunch together."Xavier, nothing you say is stupid trust me." He says.I decide to give in. I can't see him like this, and I can't nuture this pain anymore."I drew you in art today..."He smiles."Me? Aw that's sweet, but why are you crying?" He asks."...well, I put everything into it Cole, I...I coloured everything, and I went to go put the pencils away, but, but it was gone, it disappeared, I had a mini meltdown Cole. I wa
Cole's P.O.V."Please go back to school though, I'll see you later." He then leaves.Shit, I never told him about Shawn, I was going to tell him about the message and everything, but when he got in the car, he looked more distressed than me, I completely forgot.I don't want to go against what Xavier wants. I'll go to school, just for a bit though. But I can't bring myself to drive off. The fear of going to school is weighing on me. I hang my head and watch as my tears patter on my clothes.I exhale shakily. I wish I had Xavier next to me. I look back at the hospital and see Xavier isn't there. He must be in therapy now. I imagine him, strong as he is, going through this.'Exactly.'Great, just what I need.'Look at you, scared of words? Words on a scr
Cole's P.O.V.Semira looks so nervous. She reminds me of Xavier when I saw him introduce himself. It curdles weird uneasy feelings in me. I decide to ignore them for now."And where are you from Semira? Because you don't sound like you are from here." The teacher asks, laughing at her own joke, I don't even know if it was a joke."Um London. I'm from London, in England." She speaks."Okay, anything else you want to share with the class?" The teacher adds.Semira shakes her head, still looking down at the ground. Her long hair droops over her features."Okay head back to your seat. Semira everybody, make sure to keep her company and show her around the school." Where was this kindness with Xavier?Semira walks back to her seat and l
Xavier's P.O.V.The nurse finishes up and we both exit the room. I look at the seat Cole usually sits in, but he is not there. A bit of me feels sad, but there must be a reason, maybe he is on his way?The nurse notices it too."Oh your boyfriend is not here yet, do you want to wait for him?" She asks."Umm yeah I suppose so." I reply, feeling anxious."Okay, sit down I'll go get you some chips from the vending machine." She pats my back and leaves.I sit down.I feel extremely tired. I was looking forward to going to Cole's house and having a hot cup of chocolate with him, like we usually did after my treatments.But he'll be here soon and everything will be fine.The nurse comes back with a packet of crisps and a cup of water
Xavier's P.O.V.I unwillingly step into the car, my mother and father entering after me.I look at my feet, not wanting to make eye contact with the two monsters."Xavier? Why did you run away?" My mother asks, quite sadly. It surprised me. But then i remember, I am still freezing from the weather I walked in for an hour, but they couldn't care less.I don't want to talk to her, so I just stare out the window. My eyes glossy with fresh tears."Fucking respond Xavier!" My father shouts. I flinch, the tears tremble before falling."I f-f-felt uns-unsafe okay?" I stutter."Unsafe? Bloody hell." My father quickly adds as he turns around and starts the car up.My mother seems shocked."Oh sorry Xavier, I never meant for you to feel
Xavier's P.O.V.I climb the stairs and enter my 'new' bedroom. I cry at the sight. The window has been blocked with pieces of wood nailed to each other, the colour of the room is an off yellow colour, all my posters and things are gone. My bed still remained the same, it's like they hadn't touched it at all. This is good, I think this is where I last left my book that Cole -he -couldn't find. I grab the extra pens from inside my pillowcase. I rush to my pillow, I had never been more excited to take off a pillow case. My book and two pens fall to the ground.I still feel scared though. I don't know when my father will get home and what type of mood he'll be in. Usually he'd come home drunk and always smoking. Sometimes he would be so angry he would storm up to my room and shout at me for no particular reason. It hurt a lot.In movies and books, the