Lilianna Grace Welt is a sweetheart. She has had a rough past, making her seem closed off, but in reality when Lily and Cole are together, you would rethink that. Lily would much rather have her face shoved in a book or be listening to Taylor Swift...
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Why? Why? Why? Why does he have to move back? No. It simply isn't true. I don't believe it. It's a joke. It has to be.
Whoever has my voodoo doll, please give it a rest.
"Lilianna," Colson snaps me out of my thoughts, and it occurs to me we are in my driveway. "We have been sitting in your driveway for fifteen minutes."
"Sorry," I mutter, not looking him in the eyes.
"Lil," he grips my chin with his hand, turning it so I am looking at him. "There isn't anything you need to be sorry about."
I want to cry. I want to scream. I want to curse at the goddamn world.
"Why me?" I cry, my eyes filling with tears.
I'm a wreck. If he still wanted to be my boyfriend after meeting my father, he sure as hell won't want to be my boyfriend after seeing what a weak crybaby I am.
He pulls me into him as best as he can with the console in the way. His hand wraps around me to stroke my right shoulder. As I am bawling my eyes out, he whispers sweet things in my ear to calm me down, but it doesn't help.
"He's actually here. Like my father is back. He is so sick and twisted to think that now- after all these years- I will run back to him as if nothing ever happened."
Colson doesn't say anything, and I don't blame him. I mean, what could he say? He's comforting me, and that is what I need right now; comfort, security, stability. Him.
He doesn't poke fun at me for crying, although I must look like a fool to be worked up over something others may find ridiculous.
Damnit. What's wrong with me?
Cole is wrong. I'm not strong. I'm weak, barely getting through. How does he not realize he has fallen for an emotional disaster?
"I hate myself. I hate myself right now-"
"Don't say that, Lilianna," he says, his mood shifting.
"What do you mean? Do you not realize you are in love with a mess? Because that's what I am, Colson Miller. A mess," I yell. He pulls away from me and he looks disappointed in me, but I keep going.
"I'm a weak, fucked up, sixteen year old girl with daddy issues, and zero emotional stability."
He looks as if he wants to cry right now.
Fuck. What have I done?
"Lilianna Grace Welt, I will not sit here and let you talk about yourself like that. You are so strong, and if you can't see that maybe you need to open your eyes," he takes a breath, then continues. "Yeah, this information may have shaken you up a bit, but you'll come out stronger in the end, Lil. Do you not remember what I said in the hallway?"
