Chapter 6
Cole went quiet for a moment, clearly not knowing what to say now. I felt a bit better now that someone else knew, but that didn’t change how scared I was.
“Have you reported him to the police?” he asked in a serious tone.
“No, I don’t want to. They won’t listen and if the police know, other people will eventually find out, and they’re bound to tell my mum and dad and, and...”
“Calm down sweetheart,” he whispered as he pulled me into a hug. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
“I know,” I cried into his chest.
“I’ll take you back to mine,” he whispered. “There’s no chance I'm letting you go home in this state.”
I nodded, realising that it wouldn’t be a good idea to try and walk home alone and then there’s the chance that someone will be awake when I get in. Mum and dad are always up early on weekdays. Really early, that’s why I try to be home way before three.
Cole took hold of my hand and walked me over to his car, which was parked alone in an unlit alleyway. When we got there I started having second thoughts. There are so many ways that this could end badly for me.
I stood still as Cole got into the car, he watched me for a moment before getting out again to find out why I didn’t come in. The main reason was because I have a few trust issues. What do you expect when your own parents, the people who are meant to care for you most in the world, turn against you?
“What’s wrong?” he asked, softly.
“Can I trust you?”
“Of course you can,” he answered sounding pretty convincing.
He smiled lightly then softly and slowly, he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me.
At first I felt a bit awkward but I quickly relaxed into his hold and nuzzled my head into his chest. This could be one of the only good things that have happened to be in a really long time, and I won’t let anything ruin this for me.
“You’re really cold,” he mumbled, resting his head on mine before lightly kissing my forehead.
My heart was racing and I didn't know what to do now, so I just said the first thing that came into my head.
“Well, you’re pretty hot,” I whispered making him chuckle at me.
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The car ride to Cole’s house was kind of awkward. I didn't know what to say and he’d decided to go quiet on me. I knew he had something on his mind, but I thought that maybe it’d be for the best if I didn't ask him about it, I mean, we barely even know each other.
The silence was killing me now. I like noise! I didn't really want to be the first to speak, but I knew he wouldn't, so I reluctantly voiced myself.
“So,” I whispered, knowing that he’d still be able to hear me over the humming of the car engine.
“So,” he said back to me.
“Aren’t you going to say anything?” I asked quietly, hoping that that didn't sound mean in any way. I just wanted a conversation, you know?
“Sorry,” he whispered. “I'm just thinking...”
It went quiet again for a few minutes and I started wondering how long it would take to get to the house. It feels like we’ve been in this car for ages now and I'm starting to get sick of how awkward it is.
“What you thinking about?” I asked him.
“Stuff,” he grinned. “You mainly,” he said, making me blush.
“Oh,” I whispered.
“Is there anything you want to talk about?” he asked me.
At least he was trying to make conversation now, that’s definitely a bonus.
“N-no,” I stuttered, struggling to tell him what I’d really like to know.
I'm going back to this guy’s house and I’ve only just met him and know nothing about him. He seems nice, but they all do. Sometimes it’s hard to tell them all apart.
“How’s it feel to have someone know you’re gay?” he asked me, confidently as well. I’d never be able to say something like that in a conversation.
“Weird,” I smiled. “How long have you known...you know?” I asked him.
“A while,” he smiled. “I've only ever been with men,” he said proudly, “so it isn't weird to me at all. I'm used to all of it,” he smiled. “Have you ever been with girls, or do you just stay away from everyone?” he asked, laughing a little bit.
“There’s been girls,” I whispered. I'm not sure why I whispered, but I guess I feel kind of ashamed about it. I mean, if he’s always known and only been with men, will that be something he’ll look down on me for?
“How many?” he asked quickly, making me laugh.
“What?” I said, a little shocked by how blunt and bold his question was.
“I'm sorry. I get jealous sometimes,” he whispered sounding embarrassed. “Will you tell me anyway?”
“A couple,” I mumbled, knowing I was blushing again. “How many guys have you been with then?” I asked, mimicking him.
“Not too many,” he grinned at me. “You still haven’t told me why you were out so late though,” he reminded me. “You don’t have to, but you might as well.”
I took in a deep breath, I might as well tell him. He already knows more about me than most people.
“I just didn't really want to go home,” I mumbled.
“One of those days was it?” he said calmly.
“I suppose.”
When we arrived at his house he took me into his bedroom and made sure I knew where the bathroom was and things like that.
“Do you want a drink or anything?” he asked.
“Sure. Could I just have a glass of water?”
“Is that everything?” I nodded at him. “Do you want to borrow something to sleep in?”
“I’ll be alright,” I said shyly.
Even though I told him I didn't need to borrow any clothes he started rummaging through his wardrobe for me. He then chucked a baggy shirt and some shorts at me.
“There you go,” he said. “I’ll just go and get you a drink.”
I smiled at him. He is so sweet!
As soon as he walked out I got changed into his clothes and looked at the clock. Time was literally flying by. I sighed, remembering I need to go to school tomorrow. I wonder if he realises I'm still at school. What if he doesn’t know how young I am? Crap! He must think I'm old enough, there’s no way a nice guy like him would be acting like this with fifteen year old.
My heart started racing as he walked back in with my drink. Should I tell him? What am I on about? I can’t tell him now!
“Are you alright?” he asked as he passed me the glass and stripped down to just his boxers.
“I'm fine,” I answered nervously.
After that everything happened so quickly, but I enjoyed it. I didn't care that I was with another guy. I didn't care that he was older...
“Is it alright with you if we try to get some sleep now?” Cole asked me once we were finished, sounding really tired. “Tomorrow’s going to be really hard for me so, I need at least a few hours sleep.”
“That’s fine by me,” I blushed.
“Looks like you’re ready for bed now too,” he chuckled. “Come on,” he whispered.
I slid under next to him and he pulled me into his arms, gently kissing my forehead before he closed his eyes and got ready to sleep. I tried to copy him but my head wouldn’t turn off. I can’t believe we did that! Cole doesn’t know how old I am. What the hell am I going to do?