Keeping Hope (Broken Girl Series) (36 page)

I turn to Cole, who clearly hasn’t been disturbed by the alarm. I wrap my arm over his chest, kissing his cheeks lightly, in an attempt to wake him.

“Well, that has to be a first,” I whisper close to his ear.

I watch as my voice causes him to stir, his eyes heavy and opening slowly. “What’s that, baby?” he croaks.

“Me being woken by the alarm. That’s the first time I’ve managed to sleep undisturbed.”

He smiles widely, stretching his arms above his head. I fold back the sheets, jumping to my feet, and race for the door. I want to make sure I get in the bathroom first. Normally, I’m up and ready before it’s even gotten light, but today is most definitely a first.

“Beat you to it,” I laugh.

“Dammit, baby, I might just come in and join you to save time.” He smirks, pushing his tongue into his cheek.

“Yeah, we both know that doesn’t save time at all,” I laugh, dashing out and heading straight into the shower.

I’m showered and ready in less the fifteen minutes, giving Cole time to get his ass in the shower. I grab some fruit and throw it in my bag as a snack for the ride.

We arrive at school and I head straight in to find Ash. I walk toward the locker, our usual meeting spot, to find him slamming his locker shut. I blink involuntarily at the clatter of the door banging.

“Damn thing!” he yells loudly, hitting it with the side of his clenched fist.

“Ash,” I try to interrupt his little man tantrum. “What’s wrong?”

He turns his head slightly, a sad smile spreading across his weary looking face.

“Kennedy…” He thrusts himself toward me, encapsulating me in a tight hug. My arms are trapped. He’s holding me so forcefully. He releases his vice like hold and I fall back a little, trying to catch my breath.

“Abbey’s mom just called. They are scheduling an operation to relieve some of the pressure on her brain. They found a buildup of fluid. Oh, Ken, I’m worried. It doesn’t sound good.”

I rub my hand over the top of his arm. “Try not to worry. Abs is a fighter and I’m sure the specialists wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize her stability.” I dip my head, trying to meet his sullen eyes. A little smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re right,” he agrees. “Positive thinking will make all the difference.”

“Absolutely!”

I look over and notice Cole and Jake having a similar conversation. Cole is comforting Jake. Cole waves to me as we walk down the corridor.

“Looks like he got the same call.” Ash nods over to the two of them. I return the nod in agreement.

“I just don’t know what I will do without her,” he chokes out, his words full of emotion.

“Hey!” I point my index finger at him.

He holds up his hands, his hip kicked out. “Sorry, I know. Positivity.”

“It’s the only way we’ll get through this. We have to keep hoping she will be okay, yeah?”

He puckers his lips, nods his head, and feeds his arm through mine, leading me toward our first class. We talk all things Abbey, remembering the day we ditched school and did nothing but laugh. The sweet memory brings a little warmth to my heart.

“Oh, look, it’s freaks are us,” snickers the prick that everyone seems to hate these days.

“That’s rich coming from you, Dennis,” Ash retaliates. “You’re more fucked up than any of us.”

“Well is that’s so?” Dennis steps closer, pushing his shoulders back, twisting and creaking his neck as he gets closer to Ash.

“Come on,” I whisper. “Let’s get to class.” I try pulling on his arm to side track Dennis, but he steps in front of us, blocking our path.

“Oh no you don’t,” he growls. “I want to hear more about how fucked up I am.” He glares pointedly at Ash, his face twisted and grimacing. “So let’s hear it, emo faggot, let’s hear what you’ve got to say.”

“That’s enough!” I yell, looking directly at Dennis. “Ash, let’s go.”

“Enough? Oh no, I don’t think it will ever be enough,” he snarls. “Not ‘til I’ve had my revenge, bitch. Not until I’ve burst that cozy little bubble of yours.”

“Revenge? For what exactly? I’ve done nothing to you!” I yell. “Nothing.”

“Causing a scene again, Kennedy?” I hear the smarmy voice from behind me. I turn on the spot, shooting a sideways glare at her.

Wherever there’s trouble, you can be sure Caitlin is never far behind. She’s been MIA since I got back. I guess wishing for her to stay that way was too much to ask.

“Listen, Caitlin, call off your Rottweiler. We have class to get to,” Ash spits out.

She walks past Ash, running her log, pointy, fingernail down the side of his face. “Then you shouldn’t go around causing trouble, should you?”

I look up at her, the smug look on her face just waiting to be wiped off.

“What’s wrong, Kennedy? Not so brave now that your little red headed friend’s not here?” She starts to tap her lip, her eyes glancing upward. “Come to think of it, how is Abbey? Someone should unplug the life support and put us all out of our misery.”

“You’re fucking sick,” Ash screeches, his jaw clenched and his eyes bulging.

The fact that this girl says shit like this makes my blood boil, but I can’t let this get out of control. I pull on Ash’s arm, tugging him in the opposite direction to where we need to be, but it’s out of the reach of those two.

Once we are safely away from Caitlin and Dennis, Ash starts venting out. “I cannot fucking believe those two. I mean seriously, they need counseling or some shit, because that ain’t right.” I look at Ash, his usually pale skin is red and his body language tells me he’s furious.

“Well, Caitlin is just pissed she’s no longer the main jock’s trophy girlfriend. Not that she was ever really bothered about Cole, like not really. And Dennis, well, don’t even get me started on him.” I point back down the corridor. “He’s the one that got away from the evil of the commune, yet he’s more messed up than you could ever imagine. He just wants to blame someone for his shitty existence, so I guess he’s decided the blame lies with me!”

“But it ain’t right, babe.”

“Well, we know that,” I pause, scanning our surroundings. “I wonder if the coast is clear yet?”

“Only one way to find out, I guess.”

We head back down the corridor, quietly trying to get to our class. We listen carefully for the sound of voices, but as we approach the classroom, it appears the cost is clear.

“Jeez, Mrs. Cooke is going to be pissed at us for being late,” Ash sighs.

“Well, I think we should tell her exactly why we were late to class. I’m not getting into any more trouble because of that dumbass,” I sigh. “I will speak to her at the end of class.”

By the end of school, I feel ready to drop. I’m totally exhausted, not only from lack of sleep and pregnancy, but from the run in with those two earlier. I make my way to the lockers with Ash to meet Cole. As we approach, there is a huge commotion. People are shouting and a lot of clattering. Ash and I look at each other, our eyes widening as we speed up to the scene.

A loud screech escapes me as I push through the crowd and see the fight playing out in front to me. To my horror, Pete and Cole are literally tearing chunks from each other. I look back trying to find Ash, but my attention is drawn to Dennis. He’s leaning against the wall, his arms folded, and a shit eating grin on his face. He locks eyes with me, unfolds his arms, and starts to clap his hands together loudly.

I realize that this is his doing and barge over to him. I don’t know what comes over me, but I pull my arm back, reach out, and slap him across his grizzly face. My whole body shakes as the hot rage burns through my veins.

“You did this,” I growl.

He laughs menacingly. “You should go over and sort out your shit, Kennedy, instead of pointing your scabby fingers at me.”

I shake my head in utter disbelief, before charging back over to the fight. Fists are still flying as the two of them wrangle on the floor.

Out of my peripheral vison, I catch sight of Jake. “What the fuck?” he shouts before trying to step in to part them. I walk closer, but not too close, in an attempt to get Cole’s attention.

“Cole, please!” I plead, hoping my voice will be enough to get him to snap from his outburst of anger.

He finally turns his head toward me, his eyes narrowed, cold and rigid. My heart hammers against my chest at the sight of his icy glare. The look in his eyes causes me to shudder. My heart dies a little with the way he’s looking at me. I draw in a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The truth is, I’m scared and I’m pretty sure that look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know.

Pete is pulled away by Jake. Cole’s sole focus is now on me. He stands up from the floor, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You and him,” he growls, pointing to Pete. His hands are shaking and his breaths ragged. My head snaps to Pete. His eye is swollen and his nose trickles with blood.

My eyes close, my head shaking lightly. I hear the gravel of Pete’s voice. “I’m sorry, Ken,” he mutters.

“Do not talk to her. Don’t you even dare fucking talk to her,” Cole roars.

“Cole, I don’t know what’s been said, but nothing happened. I promise,” I plead.

His physical reaction is like a sharp blade in my gut. “You’re lying,” his voice deep. “Don’t play me for a fucking fool, Kennedy! I know exactly what’s been going on here.”

“Nnnothing,” I stutter. “Nothing has been going on, not like you think anyway.”

“Guys, not here, yeah?” Jake warns. “Take it outside or to your home.” He storms off taking Pete with him. I pull my eyes away, not wanting to make eye contact with Pete or witness the damage inflicted on him by Cole.

I stand in front of Cole, not knowing what to say or do. I watch him pick up his backpack, throw it over his shoulder, and storm off in huff down the corridor. I start to walk after him, but a hand on my shoulder pulls me to a stop. I turn to see Ash next to me, his sullen face looking directly at me.

“You going to be okay?”

I shake my head and shrug my shoulders. “Who knows,” I exhale loudly. “I’m scared, Ash.” I tear up, crossing my arms over my chest. He pulls me to the side of the corridor, encasing me in his long scrawny arms.

I sob against him, each cry releasing more and more pent up emotion. Emotions that I have tried to control for so long. I know fear all too well and I know what is happening is more than just fear.

Trying to escape the commune, living through years of torture, made me long for a better life. I held on to the fact that one day I would be free, that one day there would be something better than those horrific moments.

But this…this was different.

I never imagined my life beyond Cole. Without Cole. That thought terrifies me beyond measure.

“How could I let this happen? How could I do this to him!” I wail, crying against Ash’s shoulder.

“Shhh,” he soothes, stroking his hand over my hair. “You just need to talk to him, tell him what really happened.”

“He’s going to think I’m just pinning the blame on Pete. I don’t want that either.”

“Listen, Barbie, Pete made that decision the minute he started expressing his feelings to you.”

“I’m going to lose him,” I sniffle. “I can’t live my life without him, Ash.”

“You have to face this, face him.”

I nod, separating from his hold and wiping my face with my hand. Ash pushes away from the wall, hooking his arm through mine, leading me outside. “What if he left without me?”

“Surely not. I don’t think he’d leave you here to find your own way home. I’m pretty sure he’ll be more interested in hearing all about what really happened between you two.”

I shoot him a sideways glare. “Not helping, Ash,” I snap.

We continue to walk out to the parking lot. Cole’s truck is parked in the second row, nearest the exit.

I see Ash scanning the parking lot. “I hope Pete hasn’t left without me. He was my ride home tonight,” he sighs as he continues to look around.

I walk over to the passenger side of the truck, the window rolling down as I reach for the handle. I open the door tentatively. Ash appears right behind me. Cole never turns to acknowledge me, his eyes gazing forward the whole time. Ash gently closes the door behind me. He smiles sadly as he lovingly touches my arm.