Three.

Lara

We stood on the wood porch-chipped white paint from the salty rough weather. He wasn’t going to drop it. When he wants an answer, he’s stubborn; he'll keep pressing about it until the person in question caves.

He looked at me with eyes that were tinted with just a little bit of sadness—and there he goes again making me feel things I didn’t want to be feeling. 

I don’t want to feel sorry for him. I couldn’t feel sorry for him, especially not after what he did to me, but yet here I am feeling bad.

He looks down at his empty hands, littered with rings and scars. I sigh and mentally roll my eyes.

I really don’t know why I feel sorry for this man.

We just stood there silently, and all I wanted to do was leave.

“Lara,” he pushed my name out of my mouth.

“I just..” I didn’t know what to say or how to word it exactly. “I just want to know why you let me believe you drowned and died that night...I just wanna know if you had ever planned on telling me? and-and why, why are you back?” I shook my head as I spun around to actually look at him, curious about what he would come up with this time.

I could feel the fresh tears well up in my eyes.

Kol stepped closer, and all I could do was stand where I stood, just shake my head in protest.

“I-” he swallows his own words, “Of course, I planned to tell you...I just didn’t...it wasn’t— I never could find the right time.”

A stumped, puzzled expression painted all over his face— I bet he didn’t know what lie he wanted to come up with yet, just in hopes to possibly keep me. 

He’s a complete ghost of the man I thought I knew, the man I believed had drowned.

But he’s standing right in front of me with the personality of the prince of lies.

He’s kept so much from me.

So many lies he’s told.

He’s turning into some sort of boy with so much anger...but it wasn’t just anger...it’s like he was stuck in split calmness before the storm rage-like state.

He’s all choked up as if his reasons wouldn’t be good enough or maybe I caught him in the fact that he possibly did not have valid reasons as to why he did what he does. 

I tried to shrug off what I was thinking. If there was one thing I really hated about myself it would be the fact that I’m an over-thinker when my emotions get the best of me.

The way he was looking at me alone would make me want to tattoo crazy across his forehead, and have him admitted to a psychiatric ward.

When I realized he wasn’t going to say anything else other than what he had just said, just like the angry crashes of the waves of the ocean made, my patience and understanding lessened with each crash of the violent waves that hit the shore until I was left with nothing but anger.  

“Oh,” fury flows with the one word, my eyebrows raise, and an expression of complete hatred takes over my once calm and confused face. “It was never the right time?” I pursed my lips and nodded in disbelief that that was his explanation.

I couldn’t believe this! I couldn’t believe him!

Just like that nightmare of a night last august, I felt like I was drowning just by hearing what he spoke, and just being here with him.

“You mean to say you couldn’t or just simply wouldn’t tell me one of the million times I stayed the night? Or-or one of the times we walked on the beach, went to dinner, talked on the phone? hmm? You could’ve told me easily when we laid in my bed for hours!” My eyebrows scrunched up— I was so pissed off and hurt.

“It’s not that easy-Lara Jane”

He and I continue to go in circles with our words, and all I wanted was answers so I can close the chapter of us in my life— but with Kol, things aren’t always easy. I mean things were perfect before that nightmare of a night last summer.

“Then tell me everything.” I glared over towards him, I had very little patience left.

“I-” he took a deep breath. “I can’t.”

I felt like my head was going to explode. I couldn’t believe he just said that.

It’s like he enjoys doing this on some level.

“I hate you!” I spat out so coldly towards him. The words felt so foreign to me.

I was drowning. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I needed to get away from him.

All I saw him do was clench his jaw, and a smirk formed from his lips as his tongue slid across his bottom lip. 

And oh! He did not! He didn’t just roll his eyes at me like this was all some big game to him.

I couldn’t help but ball my hands into fists at the sides of me. 

He makes me so angry…and I guess he finds my anger funny because I swore I just heard a small laugh escape from his sinful mouth. 

“You keep telling yourself that, okay? Whatever it takes to get me off your mind.” I thought that was going to be the end of it when he said that because he was shaking his head and turning around to go back inside his house.

I could finally start to breathe again, inhaling as I unballed my fists.

“Daisies, you making me crazy,” he shouted back at me before he slammed his door behind him.

“Fuck you!” I said under my breath as I put both my middle fingers up in the air and flipped his house off since I could no longer see him.

At least I know now that Kol will always be a man that has many secrets and will lie to keep them that way.