Against All Odds

Chapter 50

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Okay so I have a little story I want to share with you before I get to the story.

It has been 1 ½ years since I had emergency surgery. My surgery wound has yet to heal. It still causes me pain and complicates my life. Today is one of the bad days where every step I take hurts. It is not unbearable but it is painful. I have had four surgery’s trying to fix it, none of them have worked. We have gone to every kind of specialist out there. We are waiting for a referral to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota right now. I wonder if it will ever heal and why it hasn't healed yet. I have a crater in my foot that prevents me from riding my horse, playing sports, and hanging out with friend. Not many people realize the effect this has had on my. People at school know I am fed up and upset but they don't realize the full extent. I missed 87 days of school last year because I was in and out of the hospital. The people who don’t really know have yet to see me cry. But I know that sooner or later I will break down and give up. Some one asked me why it was such a big deal. And if they are reading this I hope they can understand why I got so anger. I am sick and tired of no one having any answers for me. I do everything the doctors tell me to do, but it never works. The doctors have resolved to blaming me instead of looking for the true answer. I woke up crying last night, thinking if they don't figure it out soon, they never will. I miss being able to go for a run, ride my bike, go swimming, wear normal shoes. I miss all of it. But no one really cares. They say they understand but they don't.

I hate watching my friends run and have fun, while I am stuck in the house. I have been out of my walking boot for four days not and I am just getting the hang of wearing a tennis shoe again. I have lost so much muscle strength that my ankle rolls when I take a step. I have to wear a splint for the days it gets really bad. I just want some to say, “ I'm sorry, I don't understand.” At least they would be telling the truth!

People laugh and treat me as an outcast so I smile and try to ignore them. But really all I do is put on yet another mask. I am not depressed I am just worn out, and in need of some one with a lot off super glue. So I can repair my crumbling will power. I just need some one to tell me that it is okay to be mad, and it is okay to cry. But no one does.

I am lucky that at least for now it is nothing life threatening. But that doesn't make it hurt any less.

Chapter 50

Kandee's POV

I smiled at Cole who lay next to me. He was so sweet, telling me we needed to stop before we got carried away. He actually cared about how I would feel. He could make me smile and feel all warm and tingly inside. I loved him, I needed him, but I was scared to death that I would lose him.

I sighed and snuggled against Cole's side. He wrapped his strong arms around me and I felt safe, protected, and most of all head over heals in love. I was falling hard for this boy who I barely knew. But I didn't care the slightest bit.

“Yeah?” He replied.

“Why don't you ever talk about your parents? What are they like? What kind of jobs do they have? Are they nice?” I asked softly.

He sucked in a breath as though he were in pain. Confused, I looked up to find his eyes brimming with tears. He tried fervently to blink them away but they streamed down his cheeks defiantly instead.

“Cole, what is wrong? Cole.” I whispered worriedly.

He shook his head and went to swipe away his tears, but I caught his hands in mine instead. I scooted up and brushed away his tears gently. Cole looked like he was torn apart inside. He was hiding something, and it was going to hurt one of us sooner or later.

“Cole, you can tell me anything, you know that, right?” I asked staring into his eyes.

He nodded slightly. My heart was breaking and I couldn't help but feel lost. He was my rock, and without him all I could do is fall. He looked so vulnerable, so scared, it brought tears to my eyes.

Cole sighed and his eye grew to a gray green rather than their usual sea green.

“Kandee, my parent abandoned me when I was 13. I haven't seen they since they left me at my sister door step. They didn't want or love me. No one does.” He whispered quietly, tears trickling down his cheeks.

“That’s not true, Cole. Lots of people love you.” I said resting my forehead against his.

“Like who?” He asked sadly.

He didn't believe that he was worth loving. How could he not see how much everyone loved him? How much I loved him?

“Li-Like m-me. I-I Love Y-you.” I stuttered, the words coming out broken and unsure.

His eyes met mine and his pain began to fade.

“You do?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yes. I love you, Cole.” I whispered as I pressed my lips to his.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his shoulders. Holding him tightly, afraid that the moment I let go, he would disappear. He was far to good for me, yet in some odd twist of fate, he loved me. He was just as broken as me. Our hearts bear the same scars. We both know the pain that we try to hide. Life was so much more rewarding when you have some one to hold, someone to love.

My lips moved in unison with Cole's and my fingers tangled in his hair, tugging lightly. Cole rubbed his hands up and down my back, causing a moan to flow from my throat. He smiled against my lips and kept going up and then back down. I shivered and let my hand trail down to the bottom of his shirt. I slid my hand under the thin fabric tracing the faint lines of his muscled stomach. He groaned and his breathing became ragged as I continued to run my fingers over his soft skin.

“May I?” I whispered out of breath, my fingers gripping the bottom of his shirt.

He nodded and helped me get his shirt over his head. I stared at his toned stomach. Taking this as a good sign, Cole rolled until he hovered above me. His eyes sparkled as his lips found their way back to mine. I wrapped my arms around him pulling him down to me. His body was now pressed tightly to mine.

Cole moved his lips to my throat, kissing and biting gently. I gasped and squirmed beneath him. He trailed from my jaw to my collar bone, suckling softly. I grasped his face in my hands pulling his lips back to mine. He smile slightly as our lips met once again. He moved his hands to the bottom of my shirt, begging me with his eyes.

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I will post the full restricted chapter soon. I just don't have time right now. Sorry