Page 190 of When We Fall: Part Two
Memories of him being my secret keeper flashed through my mind.
Secret keeper, indeed.
“We’re over,” he said, getting to his feet stiffly. “I’m moving out. I bought a house. You can stay here until you have everything in order to leave. I’ll ensure you still have security. I’ll deposit money into your bank account every month until you get on your feet.”
“Cole?” I choked out, reaching for him.
He hadn’t said a word the entire time. It was unlike him.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked from Enzo to me.
“Cole,” I wept his name. I had no idea what any of this meant. He hadn’t spoken to me since the closet. He’d canceled our date, and I assumed he needed more time.
The fear amped up inside me.
“I’m done too,” Cole whispered.
His words floored me.
I went to him and fell to my knees, weeping, my hands twisted in his pant legs.
“No. No! Don’t go. Don’t. Please, Cole. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I stared up at him.
“I don’t know what else to do,” he continued, his voice wobbling.
I couldn’t breathe. This was happening. They were leaving me.
“I-I can’t handle the fact you kissed some other guy,” Cole said softly. “It disgusts me. You disgust me.”
I got to my feet and stumbled to Enzo, Cole’s words carving out my heart. I twisted my fingers in his shirt.
“Don’t. Don’t do this to me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…”
“You were out with another man. You stayed with him,” Enzo said, staring down at me.
“You were fucking Celeste!” I screamed. “For months! For fucking months! You worthless piece of fucking shit! You fucked her, then came home and fucked me! Made me feel like I wasn’t enough, even though I was giving up Fox for you! Because I trusted you! I fucking trusted you!Hetrusted you!”
I lost it.
“You killed Fox! You fucking killed him! He trusted you with his life, and you fucking killed him! You killed him, and then you tore us apart! This is what your brand of love and friendship looks like? I hate you. I fucking hate you!” I punched him so hard across his face that it cut my knuckles open.
And I didn’t stop hitting him. I’d busted his lip open with the hit. I pummeled his chest with my fists, screaming that I hated him.
“It should have been you! It should have fucking been you! Not him. Not Fox. YOU! You should have died! I hate you! I fucking hate you!”
I was losing it. I couldn’t stop the words or the hits. Enzo had moved me to the corner of the room as I continued to scream, hit, and weep.
Everything. Everything had been a lie. Fox was what held us together. He was gone now, and the true colors were showing.
Seemed like an awful lot of red.
“Stop! Stop it!” Enzo shouted, shaking me. “Fucking stop!” His voice cracked. “Sunshine?—”
I clawed at him, getting his face. He let out a snarl and slammed me against the wall, blood dripping down his cheek.
“Fuck you. I hate you. I fucking hate you. It should have been you. It should have been you!”
“I know,” he said, his eyes filled with tears as he stared down at me. “I know it should have been.”
