Chapter Thirteen

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"What?" I croak. He can't be serious. He wants me to sleep in the same bed as him?! Oh my god I can't do that, according to Aimee, I am a terrible person the sleep next to. Whenever we'd have sleepovers she said I always moved around too much. She also said that I sleep talk and everything I say is usually embarrassing. I've had trouble with sleep talking for a while, but it's only when someone tries to talk to me first.

For example, not too long ago I fell asleep on the couch and my mom woke me up and told me to go to bed. I responded with, "That isn't fair, I didn't get to finish, I'll do it tomorrow." I have no freaking clue what I was talking about. What if I say something embarrassing to Colton? I just can't.

"You heard me," he says. I shake my head and he laughs. "What? It's not like we're going to have sex." I gulp and my eyes go wide. "I mean I'd like to, I just don't think I can in my condition," he smirks.

"Oh my god, if I lay down will you shut up?" I ask, covering my face with my hands. He must be joking about... you know... sex. We're not even together, we just kissed. How is he joking at a time like this? I like it though.

"Yes," he answers. He slowly lays down on the edge of the bed and groans while doing so. He pats the spot on the bed next to him and smiles a huge smile.

"No, you're sleeping against the wall," I tell him, motioning him to scoot over.

"No way! What if an intruder comes through the door and I need to protect you?" he raises his brow with the Band Aid on it.

"What if my dad comes in? I'd have to protect you then," I tell him and his eyes go wide.

"You didn't lock the door?!" he whispers loudly.

"Of course I did, just scoot over!" I whisper back and this time he listens. Slowly but surely, he moves over enough for me to lay down. I stay a good three inches away from him, but I can still feel the heat radiating off his body. We both are on our backs looking up at the ceiling. We both stay quiet for a few moments.

"What do you want to know?" he whispers finally.

"I thought you were tired," I say.

"No, I want to talk to you. So what do you want to know," he repeats. I'm glad he wants to talk to me, he finally wants to let me in. I don't even know what I want to ask him.

"Why?" I whisper, turning my face to look at him. He stays looking up.

"Why does my own father beat the living shit out of me? God I wish I knew," he scoffs. It was a stupid question. "He's been doing it for as long as I can remember, but when I was younger he'd only do it when he was drunk. He'd always cry the next day and apologize, but then he'd be right back at it. Now he does it whenever he's angry and I don't even know why."

The thought of a young Colton being terrified of his father makes me sick to my stomach. "What about your mom?" I ask, "what was she like, before she died?" Colton lets out a cold laugh and I'm confused.

"She's not dead," he says sharply. "He lied, he doesn't want anyone to know she left him." My jaw drops and so does my heart. No wonder he was so angry when his dad said that the first day we met. "She left me Camryn," he says, turning to face me. His eyes are cold and glossy.

"And she knew he did this to you?" I ask absentmindedly. Of course she knew, another stupid question.

"Yeah she knew, he used to beat her too. Once I was big enough I started to fight him back whenever he went after her, but when she left..." he hesitates. "When she left me... with him, there was no reason to fight back anymore. She gave up, and so did I. What I don't understand is why didn't she take me with her. Why'd she leave me Camryn?" His question breaks my heart and I scoot closer to him and wrap my arm around his torso. I rest my head on his chest and hold him tightly. His heart is racing and his breaths are uneven. He's being so strong.

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