•Our hands intertwined•

•chapter 5- please stay..•

cole's POV
"ok but its quite a long story"
"well then go ahead, i'm listening", I said, kind of afraid of what he was going to tell me.
"ok then, I guess. so it began when I was 10 years old, my mother died from a car crash.", he started
"oh i'm so sorry", I said
"its ok, but let me keep going please", he said kinda salty
"ok"
"so when she died, my dad began losing control on himself. at first it was little things like crying or not going to work, but then he started to drink and eventually he started to do things to me..
I felt tears running down my face, as I was still listening and I noticed that he started crying too
"he abused me, he hit me and one time I messed up a cake he asked me to do and he locked me in the basement for two days, without getting me food or water. one day I ran away and an orphanage took me in. and that's when things got even worse.."
'how could this get any worse', I told myslef
"since I was one of the olders, I was the one who learned to kids what were the rules here and things like that, so that means that if they did something wrong, I was the one being punished.. sometimes they locked me in a closet,that was kinda like a fridge, it was a tiny room and it was super cold. sometimes, when we did mistakes and we needed to go in that room for more than one day, most of us tried not to fall asleep, so that we could always move. or they were making me skip the meals.. and so, eventually, I was tired. and began to work so that one day I would be able to buy a house for myslef, but then my dad died from an overdose and I could get my old house. but I never went to the basement ever again though. I guess i'm just traumatized.. and so the reason why I was cutting myself is because my mother was the only one to encourage me to do things and she teached me how to cook, and that's why I think I do pretty well at cooking, but my dad and the orphanage always told me I sucked at cooking and that I was.. a failure..", he said, now completly crying and putting his head in his knees
"omg.." I said, out of words
that is so sad and so wrong.. people always teached me that there was good in everyone, but why do this to an innocent child, I thought.
"For real I'm so sorry I didn't know it would be that horrible, I mean, if I could I wouldn't get you remember those things.." I said, still speechless (yea ok that doesn't make sense but please)
"It's ok.." he said, rising up his head a bit with no emotions on his face, but sadness
"No! Not it's not ok, now I'm worried for you" I said, louder than I though I would talk
"S-sorry" he said, he looked guilty
"No-wait I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel guilty or something" I said, now feeling guilty
"Ok.."
"Well I guess I should head home.." I began to take my things.
"Wait Cole.." He said
"Umm?"
"Please stay.."
and then I stayed at his place, he cooked
(He is a very good cooker tho) and he showed me the guest room, and I fell asleep very soon
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Heyy sorry it was kinda dark and short but yea I didn't have any ideas..
Also the thing with the cold room is from a book I read called "Méto" and it's actually about a boy who lives in a house and stuff and the rules are very strict and it's a actual punishment they had If little kids misbehave. So yeaaa idk if that book exists in English but yea I enjoyed reading it byeeee
Also! Chapter 6 date of release: 10th of July
Counting of words : 691 words