

**Silence**  
By Natasha Preston  
Smashwords Edition  
Copyright © 2012 by Natasha Preston  
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For my mum, Sharon.

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# acknowledgments

There is one person who I can thank for making this book possible. Kirsty, there's no way I would have published without your encouragement. Thank you for making me be brave and talking me through _a lot_ on this journey.
_SILENCE_ DEALS WITH THE DIFFICULT TOPIC OF ABUSE IN CHILDHOOD. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

# prologue

## Oakley

Most people had heard the phrase, _Silence is golden_ , and many would agree with it, like people with screaming children running wild around the house or those who worked in noisy offices.

For me, however, it meant something entirely different. Silence consumed my whole life. It suppressed things I could never express. My silence was responsible for my family's happiness. Silence was my prison.

# one

## Oakley

"Are you ready to leave, Oakley? Cole's waiting outside," Mum said in the soft tone she used only for me.

She leant against my doorframe and smiled. Through her smile, I could see how tired she looked. Dark shadows were now a permanent feature under her dulling blue eyes. Her smile used to be my favourite part of her.

Now, it was as false as my own.

And it was all my fault.

Every single day, I would wake up, wanting to tell her what had happened. To have her hold me in her arms and promise me that everything would be fine, but reality would stop me every time. The fantasy I had in my head of how things would turn out was just that--a fantasy.

I'd lose everything. I knew that. He'd told me enough times. It wasn't something I could risk. Not ever.

Placing my hairbrush on the dresser, I turned to Mum and nodded my head once. With a deep breath, I followed her downstairs.

It wasn't until we reached the front door when she looked at me again. "Have a good day, okay?" Almost everything she said to me was a question. As the words left her mouth, her eyes widened with the desperate hope that I would reply, and every time I responded with a brief nod, her shoulders would sag. She'd still try all the time though.

I grabbed my schoolbag by the door and swung it over my shoulder as I walked outside.

As I turned onto the street, the morning sun beamed down on me, making me squint at the brightness. It was July and almost time for school to close for the summer holidays. I couldn't wait.

_Two days._

Cole beeped his car horn even though he was parked right outside my house.

_Thanks, Cole. Might have missed you without that._

He grinned through the window as I made my way to his car. His blue eyes glistened in the early light, making them look as pale as ice.

Cole Benson and I had been friends since we were babies. Mum had pictures of Cole holding my hand as I'd learned to walk. He was two years older than me, but he certainly didn't act like it. My mum, Sarah, and his mum, Jenna, had met in high school and had been friends ever since.

"Good morning, sunshine," he greeted with a wide grin.

Unlike Mum's, the smiles I received from Cole never changed. Grinning back at him was as natural as breathing. His happiness was infectious. Our friendship was always fun, affectionate, loving, and carefree. He accepted me for who I was now.

It wasn't always a bed of roses though. There were times when Cole would beg and plead with me to tell him what was wrong, why I didn't speak. I found it harder than when Mum did the same. He was the one person who I could still feel normal with.

I _hated_ hurting him.

He flicked his messy hair out of his eyes and started the engine. His rusty old car roared to life. It hadn't been long since he'd passed his driving test, but he was a good driver, and I trusted him with my life. Still, I gripped the seat as he sped off. I hated school with a passion, and in just a few short minutes, we'd be there.

Cole talked almost continuously on the drive, chatting away about his car and what we'd do later. Occasionally, I would nod or smile in response to something he'd said, but apart from that, I just sat and listened to him speaking. His voice was smooth and calming. Not talking to him was hard. I desperately wanted to return his quick banter with something smart of my own. But I stayed tongue-tied.

As we pulled into the half-full car park, I started to feel sick. People whispered to each other whenever I was around. I was used to it, but I still bloody hated being the centre of the jokes and bitchy comments.

"Oakley?"

I jumped and looked up at Cole.

He smiled. "You gonna be okay today?"

I nodded, grimacing slightly. I hated when we had to go our separate ways, and I wished I were older, so we would be in the same year. Most days, I could ignore the attention I got. Today, I was having an off day.

_This should be interesting._

"Text me if you need anything," he instructed, kissing me on the cheek, making my heart jump. Cole knew I wouldn't text him, but he'd still say the same thing every morning. "See you later," he called as he walked toward the sixth form block next to the high school.

Once he was out of view, I let the smile slip from my face. There was no one around to pretend to now. It was almost a relief, not to have to act like I was fine today.

Walking toward the entrance of the school, I pulled my sleeves down over my hands and wrapped my arms around myself.

_Just keep your head down. Not long until school is over for six weeks._

The bell rang to signal the start of the school day just as I got inside the old building. My form room was at the end of a corridor that seemed to stretch on for miles. I walked quickly to avoid being caught up with the people still loitering around. Some days, when it was crowded and people stared, it was like doing a bloody catwalk.

I got to the form room without incident and took my usual seat next to Hannah. Resting my arms on the desk, I took a deep breath. Mornings were rubbish, as there was still so much of the day to get through. I couldn't relax at school. I was constantly waiting for something to happen.

Hannah smiled, and I returned the gesture. We weren't necessarily friends, but she was the closest thing I had to one here. She didn't judge or treat me any differently. I thought she just didn't know how to act around me most of the time.

"School sucks," she grumbled, tucking her black hair behind her ears.

_Completely agreeing with you_ _there._

"Oakley, what did you do last night?" one of the boys shouted from the back of the classroom.

I recognised his voice as Luke Davis, one of the _biggest_ idiots of the school.

"Sorry, I didn't quite _hear_ you."

The room erupted with sniggers, and I rolled my eyes.

"Ignore them," Hannah whispered, sympathetically squeezing my arm.

_Oh, I do._

I smiled at her as Mrs Yates walked into the room. With a quick greeting, she flipped the register open and pulled the lid off her pen. Like everyone else, she called my name, but unlike everyone else, she looked up at the same time. I never had any pressure from the teachers to talk; they would make sure everything was as normal as possible for me wherever it could be.

After the register was called, everyone chatted, waiting for the bell to ring for the first lesson.

"Ready for maths?" Hannah groaned as the bell chimed.

_Nope._ My expression mirrored hers. Maths wasn't my favourite subject, and today was a double lesson.

"Do you think we'll ever use anything we've learnt in maths in the real world?" she mused.

_Most definitely._

I had a lot of lessons with Hannah. We would sit together through them all, but she'd speak to her two other friends more since, unsurprisingly, they'd actually answer her. That was okay with me though. I preferred to just do the work to pass the time.

"Good morning," Mr Spice greeted. "Pass these around, and get started." He handed Georgie the stack of papers and went to sit down.

The class seemed to drag on forever. For the whole two hours, we all worked from the sheets. It was almost like doing a test.

_Boredom is actually going to kill me._

I flipped the worksheet over, only to find another one.

Finally, the bell rang, and it was time for the first break of the day. Stuffing my pencil case into my bag, I mentally planned my route to the next class. Helen, Laura, and Tina peered over their shoulders as they walked toward the door, snickering. My heart dropped a little, but I tried not to let them get to me. It wouldn't be long before we would leave school, and I wouldn't have to see them again.

Heading straight to my third lesson, I kept my head down, hoping to go unnoticed. I took the longer route to my next lesson because, usually, fewer people were around.

The sun was even brighter than when I'd left home this morning, and as it shone in my face I cradled my hand over my eyes to create a little bit of shade. Suddenly, I slammed into someone who was walking around the corner. Gasping, I stumbled back.

"Sorry," a deep voice said.

I looked up and stepped back again. I felt sick as Julian grinned down at me. His smile wasn't a friendly one, more like one from a predator that had just caught its prey.

"Oakley," he said in what he probably thought was a playful tone.

_No. Not now._

I gulped and straightened my back to try to look more confident than I was.

_Look at him!_

"Miss me over the weekend?" Julian took one intimidating small step toward me.

I wanted to run. But running wouldn't help me at all. I needed to be strong. Raising my head, I continued to stare him right in the eyes while my heart went wild in the worst way.

The corner of Julian's mouth curved into a sinister smirk. There was definitely something very wrong with him. The way he acted around me when we were alone was psychotic.

"Miss Farrell, Mr Howard, get to class. Now!" Mr Simmons bellowed.

I sagged in relief and scurried off to biology, refusing to look back at my number one tormentor.

I'd be happy if I could just make it through _one_ day without something happening.

# two

## Oakley

At lunchtime, I walked to the exit to eat outside the school grounds. It was just easier. As I was about to reach the front door, a manicured hand shot out. I flinched to an abrupt halt.

"Oakley," Laura said with a fake smile, "I'm having a party on Saturday to celebrate the end of the year. You should come. What do you _say_?"

Laura and her friend Sally laughed under their breath.

_How can they still find that funny? Do they not ever get bored of their own stupid, pathetic jokes?_

I pushed past her, almost running toward the door. The laughing stopped as soon as I was outside. I'd already had enough of today, and I needed to leave. Blinking the tears back, I walked quickly through the car park. _How can people hate me so much for doing absolutely nothing wrong?_

I swallowed the watermelon-sized lump in my throat and willed myself not to cry. I'd survived _much_ worse, and I was stronger than this, so it frustrated me when their jibes cut.

"Oakley?" Cole's voice called out, bringing me instant relief.

I turned around to see him jogging toward me, his messy hair blowing across his forehead. I drew on the strength his friendship gave me.

I took a shaky breath and smiled. I was _not_ going to let them make me cry again, and I really didn't want Cole to see me upset either. He strode across the car park and stopped right in front of me.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Cole asked, scanning my face.

I nodded, and he arched an eyebrow.

"No, you're not. Hold on a minute. I'll come with you, and we can talk."

As he went to turn away, I grabbed his arm and shook my head. I didn't want him to come with me. He didn't need to be the boy who hung out with the freak girl who didn't talk. I nudged him in the direction of his waiting friends, telling him to go with them.

He looked to them for a second before returning to me. "It's fine. I'd rather come with you," he said.

_Great, I'm the loser charity case who needs babysitting._

I shook my head more fiercely and clenched my jaw, hurt and frustrated. Of all the people in the world, I did not want him feeling sorry for me.

_I should've just stayed in bed today._

Cole gave an exasperated sigh, his eyes tightening a little. "Either I'm coming with you, or you're sitting with us. It's up to you." He folded his arms over his chest, challenging me.

"Cole, you coming or not?" his friend, Ben, shouted.

I'd met Ben a few times before but only in passing when Cole was walking with him to his own car.

"Come on, babe. I'm hungry," some girl called.

_Babe? Babe!_

Cole mumbled something under his breath, but I couldn't make out what he'd said.

_Who is she? Is she his girlfriend? She can't be. He would have definitely told me something like that. But why is some skank calling him babe?_

I felt like my heart was being squished. I didn't want them to be together.

_Perfect. I'm jealous._ _All I need now is for a dog to come pee on my leg and make this the best day ever._

The thought of him being with someone made me feel sick. And, uncharacteristically, I wanted to gouge the girl's eyes out.

"I'm going with Oakley!" he shouted back.

I slapped his chest and pushed him again, which only made him laugh.

_Why won't you leave?_

"Eating with us, it is." He smirked, grabbing my hand and pulling me along with him.

I tugged my arm, trying to get my wrist out of his iron grip, but he was too strong.

_Time to start lifting._ Gymnastics kept me fit and toned, but I couldn't match Cole's strength.

"Oakley's sitting with us," he explained to his group of friends.

My face flamed in embarrassment. He made me feel like a three-year-old. I was so angry that I refused to look at him.

_How can he do that?_

He knew I didn't like being in a group of people, especially one full of strangers. I felt so out of place.

They accepted it with a nod, and we all walked around the building to the field at the back. The girl who'd called Cole _babe_ didn't look happy at all that I was there. She shot me an occasional discreet glare as we walked. I hadn't even wanted to bloody sit with them in the first place, and I certainly didn't want to sit with them if he was _with_ her.

Eventually, we sat under some trees, and Ben immediately started stuffing a sandwich into his mouth. The nameless girl, who looked a little like Meg from _Family Guy_ but without the glasses, made a huge effort to talk to Cole as much as she could. I couldn't blame her. Cole was incredible.

I frowned at the ground and picked at the grass. I was angrier with myself than I was with Cole because I shouldn't _like_ him. I wasn't nearly good enough for him, and I never would be.

"Oakley, you want?" Cole asked, holding his Pepsi out to me. A shake of my head answered his question, and he frowned, putting the can down on the ground. "You're annoyed with me."

I lowered my eyes and wished I could disappear. He was actually going to have this out with me in front of everyone.

_If I could have a do-over, that'd be great._

He sighed, exasperated. "How long are you going to ignore me for?"

The length of time would be directly linked to how long he kept airing our bloody business in public. I shrugged my shoulders, still refusing to look at him.

"What did you do to piss her off so much?" Ben asked, not even bothering to lower his voice so that I wouldn't hear.

Cole snorted. "Nothin'. She's just being impossible."

_How am I the one being impossible?_

He hadn't had to make me come over here. If he'd let me go off on my own for a bit, I could've calmed down and sorted myself out.

Someone stepped in my light, casting a dark shadow over my lap. Looking up, I shrank back. _Am I on some sort of sick reality TV show?_

"Oakley?" Julian sneered.

_Sod off._

"Come out with me tomorrow night. _Say_ yes."

He and his friends chuckled too hard for the rubbish and hugely overdone joke. His friends were sheep. They did what he said, followed where he went, and laughed when they were supposed to. They didn't bother me. They spent their whole lives desperately trying to fit in with someone who didn't even genuinely like them. They had their own problems.

I pressed my fists into my lap and looked away. Just as they went to leave, Cole jumped up and grabbed fistfuls of Julian's shirt.

I froze in shock. _What's he doing?_

"What did you say to her?" Cole growled. His knuckles turned white around Julian's top.

_Not good._

"Chill, man. I was only joking," Julian mumbled, stiffening his back and pulling at his shirt in an effort to try and release it from Cole's grip. It didn't work.

I couldn't watch, and I certainly couldn't let a teacher witness what looked like an argument turning into a fight. Cole would get into trouble. Jumping to my feet, I pulled at Cole's arm, but he didn't move an inch. It was as if he was too angry to see me.

"Cole, let it go," Ben demanded.

_Please, let it go_ , I begged with my eyes.

"A joke, was it? Well, I didn't find it very fucking funny. If you so much as look at her again, I'll kill you." Cole shoved Julian away from us and gently pried my hand from his arm.

_Whoa._

As soon as I was no longer touching him, he launched forward and punched Julian in the jaw.

I flinched in shock. Cole had just punched someone. I'd not witnessed that before. He could hold his own--I knew that--but he didn't go looking for fights.

Julian stumbled backward, almost falling over his own legs, but unfortunately, he managed to correct himself. One of his friend's hands shot out and grabbed the top of his arm to steady him. For a second, Julian glared back at Cole. He looked like he was weighing his options.

Grabbing my bag, I sprinted toward the school gates. I couldn't do this.

"Oakley!" Cole shouted after me.

If I turned around, I would probably cry, so I kept running. I ran out of the gates and toward the park. The muscles in my legs started to burn as I pushed myself faster and faster. I could feel a stitch pinching at my side, but I didn't slow my pace. I pushed harder.

_Why are things so complicated?_ If I could go to sleep and wake up as someone else, _anyone_ else, I'd do it in a heartbeat.

# three

## Oakley

"Hey, Oakley, will you stop?" Cole's hand circled around my wrist, and he pulled me to a stop.

We were both out of breath and puffing. I rested my hands on my thighs and tried to breathe evenly. As I looked down, I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek and drop to the floor.

_Not again._

"Don't cry," he pleaded softly as he crouched down beside me.

His finger gently brushed my cheek, and without thinking or planning it, I leant my head into his hand and closed my eyes. The comfort I felt from him was out of this world; nothing compared to it.

"He's not worth it. Just forget about him."

I was then pulled into his strong, safe arms. I breathed him in. His aftershave mixed with his own scent was all I needed to calm down. I regained control over my emotions and smiled against his chest. Being wrapped up in his arms was my favourite place to be.

Cole didn't care that I no longer spoke. He just cared about me, and over the years, I started to feel much more for him than I should. Perhaps it was always going to happen. We had grown up together and had been best friends for as long as I could remember. That was bound to develop as were getting older.

Eventually, after what seemed like hours yet still not long enough, I forced my head up to look at him.

He grinned sheepishly. "You want to ditch the rest of the day? We could go eat our own weight in ice cream."

That was a tactical move. He knew I loved ice cream, and he was using it to get himself out of trouble. Well, I already knew I was going to give in. Plus, I'd rather go to a dental appointment than go back to school this afternoon. __

I smiled and rolled my eyes.

Cole rewarded me with his Hollywood smile. "Great. Come on then, little miss."

As we turned and walked along the path that led into town, Cole grabbed my hand. My heart jumped as his fingers slotted perfectly between mine. The gesture was probably nothing to him, but it made my insides turn to mush.

For the entire fifteen-minute walk, Cole's hand was wound firmly around mine. I didn't ever want to let go. I felt safe. Nevertheless, I kept my head down, hiding behind Cole, as we walked through the small town. I was in my school uniform and didn't want to be seen by anyone my parents knew. Dad wouldn't like it at all.

We finally reached the place that had the best ice cream around--Julie's Café. Cole and I spent so much time there that it was like a home away from home. We would chill in one of the booths and eat our fill of ice cream. It looked like a typical diner-style café with light-blue walls, cream booths, and blue tables. The atmosphere was warm, friendly, and welcoming.

"Oh, there you two are!" Julie yelled across the café. She was in her mid-forties and was one of the sweetest, friendliest, and most caring people I knew.

The first thing I noticed about her was her new haircut. It usually fell just below the small of her back but was mostly tied up. Now, it sat on her shoulders and flicked under. It made her look much younger.

"Take a seat. I'll bring over your usual." She ushered us toward a booth by the window.

It was the one we always chose whenever it was free. The few times it wasn't, Cole would glare at whoever had taken it, like they'd just spat in his face.

"Thanks," Cole said, laughing, as she fussed around, swiping up a crumpled napkin from our table.

Everything had to be perfect for her customers; that was just how she was. We had barely sat down when one of the waitresses appeared with a chocolate milkshake and chocolate ice cream for Cole and a strawberry milkshake and cookie dough ice cream for me.

I was just about to dig in when I heard a voice that made me want to throw something. It was the girl who liked Cole, the no-name, Meg-look-alike _babe_.

"There you are! Why didn't you say where you were going?" she exclaimed, throwing her arms up in the air.

Ben walked over to our table with her and smiled apologetically.

_How did they even find us?_

Cole must've told them about our hangout. Stupidly, that stung. This was _our_ place. I felt a sense of protectiveness over something that was between us.

"What are you guys doing here?" Cole asked, his carefree expression morphing into a frown. At least he seemed as put out as I was.

The __ girl sat down next to Cole. I wanted her name to go with the ridiculous hate I felt burning inside my heart. She was pretty, but the fact that she liked the guy I liked made her ugly to me. It was completely irrational, and I hated feeling like it, but that was how jealousy worked.

"Just wanted to grab a shake," she replied in her annoyingly whiny voice. "What would you suggest?"

_That you leave._

"I don't know, Courtney," he huffed.

_Courtney_. I didn't like it. To be fair, whatever her name was, I wouldn't have liked it. I needed to get a grip.

"Can I get a vanilla shake, please?" Ben shouted across the room.

Julie frowned at him but nodded.

_Oh, dear._ She didn't like it when someone yelled for her attention.

I stopped listening to what else Ben was saying when Courtney grabbed Cole's milkshake and took a long sip from the straw.

_What the..._

"So, you've known Cole your whole life?"

I turned my attention back to Ben, who had asked the question. He was smiling nervously. His lips pulled up into a half-smile. I dipped my head to answer.

"You'll have to tell me some embarrassing stories about Cole, so--" He stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened, horrified. "Er, I mean...n-not tell but, er--oh, shit, I'm sorry, Oakley. I didn't think," he stuttered, grimacing, as he tried to explain himself.

I smiled and shook my head to tell him that I wasn't offended. Something about him made it impossible to be offended by him. He hadn't meant it badly, and he hadn't been taking a cheap shot at me. People just assumed that if a person was over the age of two, they would speak.

"Damn, I really know how to put my foot in my mouth hey?" He chuckled, and his eyes lost the tension as soon as he knew I wasn't going to run off, upset, and Cole wasn't going to punch him.

"Anyway"--he shook his head and frowned, as if he was chastising himself in his head--"you should come to my party this weekend. Cole's gonna be there."

_Is everyone having a party this weekend?_

It wasn't often when I was invited out. _But do I even want to go?_

It wouldn't be much fun for Cole if I were there. I knew he wouldn't leave my side all night. But maybe it would be fun. If the other people going were half as cool as Ben, then perhaps I'd have a good time. If Cole looked like he was bored, I could always go home early. All I would have to do was get my parents' approval, but I would be with Cole, and they trusted him, so it shouldn't be that hard.

_Oh, great._ I was nervous already, and I hadn't even accepted yet.

With a nod of my head, I agreed to go to his party.

_My first proper high school party._ It would either be amazing or tragic.

"Great, I'll save a dance for ya," he said, winking at me.

_Whoa_.

Guys didn't wink at me all that often--or at all.

I blushed and shifted in my seat, not liking that kind of attention. I wished I were sitting next to Cole.

"You ready to leave, Oakley?" Cole snapped.

_Already?_ I hadn't even finished my milkshake or ice cream. I was about to shake my head until I noticed Cole's face was tense with irritation. _What did I miss?_

He got up, and I took that as my cue to leave. Cole quickly weaved around the tables and almost jogged away.

_What on earth is up with him?_ I ran to catch up as he power-walked.

As soon as he slowed down a fraction and my breathing was normal again, we fell into a comfortable pace. I raised my eyebrows at him. He understood that I was asking him what the bloody hell was going on.

"It's nothin', Oakley."

_Nothing?_

He didn't often lie to me. He shook his head, looking around to avoid me pressing the issue further, and I let it go. We walked on in an uncomfortable silence. I felt weird, hating anything being off between us.

"So...you coming to mine?" he asked as we reached his car in the car park at school.

I nodded eagerly. Spending some time alone with him was definitely what I wanted, what I needed, and I loved being at his place. Cole's parents and his sister, Mia, treated me like one of the family. I felt so at ease there and preferred it to being at my own house, no question. Cole smiled, his eyes lingering on mine for a little longer than usual.

With the way my heart went wild, you'd think he'd just snogged my face off.

"Hello, sweetie," Cole's mum, Jenna, welcomed Cole as we walked through his front door. "Oh, hi, Oakley," she gushed, giving me a warm hug.

Cole mumbled something that sounded like, "Hi," and walked off to his room. He was probably annoyed about the sweetie thing as well as whatever else had turned him moody.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked more to herself than to me.

I shrugged anyway and smiled back at her. Jenna always smelt of coconut shampoo and peach moisturiser.

"You should follow Mr Happy. I'll call you when dinner's ready."

She hadn't even asked me if I wanted to stay for dinner; she just knew I would. I'd never say no to spending time at their house.

Cole's room hadn't changed much since we'd decorated it two years ago when he was fifteen. It was still the same shade of blue. He hated it now though, said it looked like a baby's room. I doubted he would change it anytime soon, as he was too lazy. He'd just covered the walls with posters of motorbikes and cars that, unless he won the lottery, he'd probably never be able to afford.

He was lying on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth. Whatever was going on was really bothering him.

I lay down on my side, propping my head up on my hand, and waited. It didn't usually take too long for him to come around, but after just a few minutes, I became impatient. I gently nudged him in the ribs, prompting him to spill.

"What?" he whispered, still not looking at me.

I sighed and rested my head back, having absolutely no idea what was going on. Maybe the Julian thing was still weighing on his mind. He was very protective of me, so it would explain his behaviour.

"Sorry," he eventually muttered with a sigh.

_Ah, he's back._

_Sorry for what exactly?_ I hated when he was cryptic.

It wasn't often when he could hide something from me, but when he did, it would drive me crazy. I cared about him, way too much, so I obsessed when something was off between us.

We lay beside each other in silence. As the seconds ticked by, my eyes started to feel heavy. His unique smell was soothing, and the sound of his light breathing was like my own personal lullaby. Without too much fight, I gave in and closed my eyes. A few minutes later, Cole grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers, and then I fell asleep.

# four

## Oakley

I woke up as the mattress dipped and caused me to roll over. Cole was getting off the bed. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" he said softly, grimacing.

I shook my head even though he bloody had. It probably wasn't a good idea to nap for too long anyway.

"Liar."

Oh, yeah, he knew when I was lying--most of the time.

"Anyway, your parents are coming over for dinner, too. We're having a barbeque. Again."

Grinning, I stretched my arms up, unlocking my muscles. I loved sitting out in Cole's back garden, eating barbecue food. Cole's dad, David, would always forget about the food, and he'd wander off, only to come back to it when it'd reached the point of no return. We'd end up having to smother the burnt bits in tomato and barbeque sauce to balance out the taste of seriously overdone meat and charcoal. It had become a tradition though. I couldn't eat non-burnt barbeque food anymore.

"So, that guy at school today--Julian..." Cole said, trailing off.

_Ah, so his grumpiness is about Julian._

Cole's face was tense. He was unsure if he should bring it up or not. _Not_ would be the answer. I shook my head.

School was over for the day, and I was with Cole. There wasn't anything in the world I wanted to think about other than a long summer with him. We only had one day left at school. I could survive that.

"Yeah, I know you don't want to talk about it but tough. Does he do that a lot?" Cole's eyes pierced through mine, pinning me with his steely gaze. "We're doing this, Oakley, whether you like it or not. Does he harass you a lot?"

Closing my eyes, I reluctantly nodded my head once. There was no point in trying to lie and assure him that nothing was going on. He would only know I was lying anyway.

"I'm gonna kill him," he growled angrily.

My eyes widened, and I shook my head, desperately pleading with him not to do anything stupid. _Can't he see that it will just make things worse?_ I didn't want more fighting.

Cole's face softened, and he groaned. "I'm sorry, Oakley. I just fucking hate that people give you a hard time," he said tenderly. "I'll leave it, I promise. As long as he doesn't do anything like that again. You tell me if he does, okay?"

Sagging in relief, I laid my head on his shoulder. He instantly wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to his side. My heart started drumming as he rubbed circles on my arm with his thumb. I loved his touch. Not once had I ever felt sick or scared with him. It was completely different to anyone else's touch, and I never wanted him to stop.

"Wanna watch a film until dinner?" he asked as he picked up the remote and flicked through the movie channels.

I nodded against his shoulder. I didn't really care what we did. I just wanted to be around him.

We stayed in Cole's room, watching TV, until Jenna called us down for dinner. I could have quite happily stayed in his room for the rest of the night, but I knew our parents would want us to be with them.

Cole leapt up, and I slowly got off the bed, preparing myself to go and act normal.

"Finally. I'm starving," Cole exclaimed.

He couldn't be _starving_. He ate two hours ago.

I followed Cole at my own pace, smiling at how eager he was to get food. He took the stairs two at a time and darted toward the back door.

The second I got downstairs, Mum greeted me. She pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back. It was her way of trying to make everything better. A hug from Mum had fixed things when I was really little, but I hadn't felt safe like that in almost eleven years.

"Are you okay, honey? Jenna said you both came home early," Mum whispered, stroking my hair.

I pulled back to nod my head and smiled to convince her that I was all right.

"Are you sure? Did someone do or say something to you?" She pressed further, her fingers slightly squeezing my arms.

Mum was desperate to fix me.

But there was nothing she could do.

I shook my head and rolled my eyes, successfully proving to her that I was all good.

Her face relaxed and lost a fraction of the worry around her eyes. "Okay. You know you can come to me though--for anything."

_No._ I smiled again.

"Good. Now, let's eat, eh?"

Mum tugged on my hand, pulling me through Cole's house. Sometimes--actually, most of the time--she still saw me as a little girl. It was as if, in her eyes, I'd stopped aging when I stopped talking.

Taking a seat next to Cole, I watched David standing at the barbecue for a change. My brother, Jasper, was talking to Mia. Well, he was bickering with her, as usual. No doubt, he was trying to convince Mia of one of his stupid theories. His last one was, sausages and bacon couldn't come from the same animal because they tasted nothing alike, and it was all part of some big conspiracy theory.

Yeah, I was related to him.

Someone was missing from the table. _Where is Dad?_

I glanced over my shoulder, looking around the large landscaped back garden. He was nowhere to be seen.

Cole waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me back to reality. "Hello? You okay?"

I nodded and grabbed a can of Coke from the table to have something to do, some distraction.

"About school." My dad's voice cut through everyone else's.

I jumped and spun my head around to find him walking over to my side.

"You can't just walk out like that. If someone's bullying you, then you need to let me know, and I will contact the school."

I cracked open the can and nodded, looking down at the table.

"I mean it, Oakley," he added sternly. His tone was harsh, but no one even looked up. To them, it was just a concerned father telling his daughter off because he was worried about her.

So that I wouldn't cause a scene or prolong the discussion, I nodded.

"Good girl. Now, grab a plate. I think the food's ready." He kissed the top of my head and went to take his seat next to Mum.

Thankfully, Cole started talking to me about a class trip the sixth form students were taking to a theme park and how he wished I were going, too. I threw myself into listening to him and not dwelling on Dad being angry, but I didn't feel hungry anymore. I knew I should eat though. All I'd had today was ice cream, and Mum would start fussing if I didn't have a proper __ meal.

I was so ready for bed.

David placed a plate of burgers and sausages on the table. I took one of each and grabbed bread rolls. I forced myself to take a bite of my ketchup-smothered charred hot dog.

"It's agreed then? Two weeks in Italy!" Jenna exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

_Italy? What have I missed?_

"While you were off in Oakley Land, we just planned the holiday," Cole explained, reading my confused expression.

_Oh!_ That put a smile on my face. Excitement built at the thought of going on holiday.

Every year, we would go away with Cole's family, and I loved every second of it.

"Italy," Mum confirmed, her face lighting up. She was looking forward to it too.

I knew she loved spending time with Jenna in foreign shops or sitting by the pool, gossiping.

Everybody else agreed, and I grinned. I couldn't wait to get away, to relax, and to hopefully forget about everything for a while.

Cole winked at me, and I blushed.

_Oh God. Don't let him see!_

_Why do I have to turn into such an idiot when he does things like that?_

We'd been friends forever. Even if I did have feelings for him, I shouldn't be over here, blushing.

We couldn't be together.

I would never be good enough for him.

Cole was perfect, and I was broken.

Once we finished dinner, Cole and I went back up to his room, so I could watch _Hollyoaks_. We didn't have Sky TV because Dad complained that it was a rip-off, them charging so much, so Cole would record the latest episode on E4 for me every single day.

I settled on his bed and laid my head on his chest. His heart was beating steadily. It was my favourite sound.

"Whoa, bad move," Cole called out, shaking his head at the TV. He hated the programme so much that he would make a running commentary on everything that was going on.

I laughed at him, enjoying his stupid remarks. Secretly, he loved it, too.

"Oakley," he warned, glancing down.

I pressed my lips together. My mouth ached where I tried to keep a straight face.

I gasped in surprise as he suddenly rolled us over and moved over me.

_Oh, wow._

He was hovering above me, his legs on either side of mine, as he pinned my hands over my head. I wasn't scared, not at all. There were no feelings of panic or dread. I should be scared. I should shove him off. But it felt... _right_...so right that my throat clogged, and my eyes stung with unshed tears.

"Are you sorry?" He half-smiled and raised his eyebrows.

I shook my head to play along, but my mind was elsewhere.

"All right, you asked for it," he said with a shrug. His blue eyes glistening, his face became mischievous as it inched closer to mine.

_What..._

"Oakley, your parents said it's time to go!" Mia shouted as she burst into the room. She gasped as she saw the position we were in.

Her eyes were round as saucers, and I groaned internally.

_This looks so, so bad._

"Actually, you know what? Why don't you two finish first?" She grinned and popped her hip. "I'll just go tell them you'll be a minute."

Cole pushed himself up off me and reached down the side of the bed for something. He threw one of his trainers at her, but she managed to jump out of the way before it hit her.

"Shut the fuck up, Mia," he growled.

Mia laughed and stepped out of the room. I _really_ hoped she wouldn't tell my parents about this. Not that we had even been doing anything in the first place. I didn't want them to think anything was going on with Cole because then they probably wouldn't let us be alone together.

I _needed_ Cole, and that wasn't an exaggeration.

Without looking him in the eyes, because my face was flaming in embarrassment, I quickly kissed his cheek and hopped off the bed. Refusing to meet his eyes, I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.

Today had been rubbish.

"Are you ready, sweetheart?" Mum asked, placing a protective arm around my waist after I'd entered the room.

I didn't reply to her question because Dad stepped in front of me.

"Let's get you home. School tomorrow." He smiled and stroked his hand down the back of my head.

I nodded in agreement and slipped past them both, giving a little wave to Cole's parents as I headed to the front door.

"Thank you for tonight," Dad politely said to David and Jenna. "You'll have to come to ours soon."

"You're welcome, Max, and you know we'd love to," Jenna responded.

I took a deep breath and watched them exchange their good-byes. It looked so normal, just friends thanking each other, making plans, and saying good-bye.

_I'm the only one who can see through the facade._

"Why does it take them ten minutes to say bye?" Jasper moaned, appearing at my side. He shook his head and narrowed his blue eyes. His dirty blond hair whipped lightly with the movement.

_Where has he been?_

I shrugged.

They would say good-bye and then start another conversation. It would go on like that for a while.

"We're leaving," Jasper called loudly.

Mum gave us a little wave of acknowledgment and went back to chatting about Dad's business. Judging by the recent hushed phone conversations and his stressed outbursts, I guessed it was in trouble.

I walked home with Jasper. He hung back to stay at my slower pace. I could tell by the way he glanced over at me that he wanted me to hurry up, probably because he was keen to get home and play computer games.

"Shit." Jasper cursed. "You got a key?"

I sighed in exasperation and shook my head. My key was in my schoolbag in Cole's bedroom.

We both turned and looked back at Cole's house just as our parents were walking along the path. Mum had my schoolbag over her shoulder. Thank God I didn't have to go back and get it. I wasn't ready to see Cole again.

Dad unlocked the door and let us in. "Make sure you do any work you missed today, Oakley," he instructed, nodding his head toward the bag that Mum let slip off her shoulder.

I nodded and took it from her. I felt so tired from an extremely long day, and I just needed to be out of the way, so I went straight to my room.

Just as I snuggled under my thick, puffy covers, my mobile beeped with a text message. I knew it would be from Cole. Not only was he the one person to text me, apart from my parents and Jasper, but he'd also send me a message every night.

My skin pebbled with goose bumps as I opened the text. It said just one word. Every night, it would say just one word.

Night. x

I hit reply and typed.

Good night. x

But I didn't send it.

# five

## Cole

I had no clue why I was waiting for a reply from Oakley. Every night, I'd wait, knowing full well that it would never come. Most teenage girls would spend half of their lives and their parents' salaries texting.

Tomorrow was the last day of school. We would have six weeks off, and I planned to spend them all with Oakley. There were so many things we wanted to do. She was the only person I could be with constantly and not get bored of.

Next year was my final year at sixth form, so I really had to buckle down, or I'd fail my exams. The next six weeks would be the only time I could have fun for a whole year. If I wanted to get into a decent uni to study engineering--and I did--I would have to get As.

I wasn't stupid, but I also had to work damn hard for my grades. School didn't come naturally, mostly because it bored the shit out of me.

"All right, loser," Mia said, leaning against my doorframe.

I turned away from the window. "What do you want?"

She arched her eyebrow, and I knew I wouldn't like what she was about to say. "What was going on earlier?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't play dumb, Cole. It doesn't suit you." She came into my room and closed the door. "Is there something going on between you and Oakley?"

"No," I replied.

Not that I didn't want it to...eventually. Things were...complicated.

"Really?"

I gave her a look.

"Don't be like that. I'm just worried about you two."

"Why?"

_What is so wrong about us being together?_ I hated how people saw Oakley just because she was different. Nothing between us was strained or ever felt weird because she didn't talk. Nothing. She'd be my best friend--the person I shared things with, the one I laughed with, made plans with--whether she spoke or not.

People could piss off with their judgment.

"Because of how things are."

I gritted my teeth, and straightaway, Mia noticed how much that angered me.

She held her hand up. "Don't. That's not how I meant it. I love Oakley, too; you know that. The girl is like a sister to me."

_Yeah, she's really not to me._

"I'm talking about Max and Sarah and how they see her, treat her. I'm willing to bet _a_ _lot_ of money on them wanting you to be with her over everyone else on this planet, but I don't think they'd be okay with it straight off."

I frowned. "Why do you say that?"

"Er, well, for the how-they-see-her thing..."

They did treat Oakley like she was made of glass. I thought we were all guilty of that at some point. There were times when she'd look so lost, and I'd just want to wrap her up. I'd constantly look out for her at school because I knew people gave her a hard time.

We were all protective over her. I did it because I loved her. Mia was suggesting Max and Sarah were that way because of something else, too. They thought of Oakley as a child.

_Damn._

The realisation was like having a hundred cold showers all at once.

That was so not how I thought of her.

I blew out a breath and sat down on my bed.

"See why I'm worried now? I don't want you to get hurt. I don't want you two to be apart if you want to be together."

"But you don't think anything should happen between us until her parents realise she's almost sixteen? She's almost bloody legal! How can they not see that?"

"I don't have to answer that, right? That was rhetorical?"

I scoffed. "You know it was. Look, it doesn't matter anyway. Oakley isn't into me like that."

"Do you know that for sure?" She pursed her lips, like she knew something I didn't.

"Yeah, I do. Okay, I don't really know how to explain our relationship, but even if she does want something to happen, it'd be wanting something in the future. I can wait."

Her grin stretched across her whole face, and I groaned. I'd just admitted that I liked Oakley.

_Seriously though, how can I not?_ She was stunning, perfect. We'd been friends since before we could walk.

_It will always be her._

"I just want you to be happy, Cole. I know how much she means to you and how much you mean to her. I'd hate for anything to come between that."

"Are you telling me that you think it'd be a bad idea if we wanted more?"

"Not at all. I'm telling you, if you do, you need to handle it properly."

"Well, this chat's been nice...and a complete waste of time," I said. "I like her, I won't lie, but I'm happy with how things are right now."

"Then, I'm happy, too."

"Great."

_Why isn't she leaving?_

She hesitated, on the edge of what looked like was going to be a confession. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I replied with a shrug.

"If another girl came along, someone you were physically attracted to..."

"Would I still go there even though I liked Oakley?"

She nodded, wincing apologetically. There was more to this question.

"Now, no. I've liked her for a while, in the sense that I felt something would eventually happen, but I still went out with a couple of girls. But the older Oakley gets, the closer to being done with high school she gets. And the more she plans for uni and the future, the less I've noticed other girls. I don't know."

Explaining had never been my strong point.

"No, I get it. An innocent friendship becoming more isn't always an overnight thing. Plus, she's still fifteen."

"Why ask that?"

She pursed her lips, contemplating telling me the truth. "No reason. I just wondered."

Her dickhead ex would be the reason.

"You okay? Something on your mind?"

"Nah, I'm good. Night, idiot."

"Night."

She left my room, and I got undressed for bed. My phone sat on my bedside table in complete silence.

_You're stupid if you think she's going to reply. What's different about tonight? Nothing._

Groaning, I got into bed and forced myself to look away from my phone. I had to stop obsessing over it.

_And I will._

_One day._

# six

## Oakley

I woke up in the morning to the sunlight streaming through the middle of my curtains and someone gently shaking my arm.

"Oakley, time to get up," Mum whispered softly. "Are you feeling okay? I don't normally have to wake you."

I rubbed my eyes to try to wake myself up properly. _Last day of school today._ _Finally._ I pushed myself up and smiled. My head was pounding, and I just wanted to stay in bed, but Dad worked from home on Thursdays and Fridays. I knew he wouldn't be happy if I missed another day even if this was the last one. He would complain about my grades. It wouldn't look good for his perfect family image if his daughter's grades were anything less than As.

"Okay. Well, breakfast will be ready soon. I'm making scrambled eggs on toast. You need a good breakfast for your last day of school."

She left me to get ready, and I wasted no time in packing my bag and changing into my uniform. It was far too hot for the school blazer, but the teachers didn't seem to care about students dropping like flies in the heat.

I took a deep breath before brushing my teeth. _Just this one last day to get through._

When I got downstairs for breakfast, Cole was already sitting at the table, eating scrambled eggs.

"Morning, Oaks," he mumbled, chewing on his food.

I hated my name being shortened, and he knew that. _Arse._

I sat down next to Cole and smiled at Mum, thanking her for the breakfast she'd just placed in front of me.

"So, are you two doing anything after school?" Mum asked, grinning at us. She had a stupid fantasy in her head where Cole and I were together.

I had the same one.

"Probably getting some ice cream or something, right?" He glanced at me and shovelled another forkful of eggs into his mouth.

I smiled in agreement. That sounded like the perfect way to end the year--unlike some of my classmates who would be at the park, downing cider from the bottle.

"Okay, come on. We're gonna be late," Cole mumbled, grabbing my hand and pulling me off the stool.

I gasped in surprise but didn't pull my hand back. It felt nice.

We parked outside the sixth form building, as usual. Unfortunately, it hadn't taken long to get to school.

"Look, if anyone says anything to you today, just come and find me. You know what lessons I have, and if I have a free one, I'll be in the sixth form block."

The only reason I knew what lessons he had was because he constantly shoved his timetable in my face, so I would know where to find him. It was sweet but completely unnecessary. I would never go running into his lesson to get him.

"You could even text me, you know. I'd come and find you straightaway," he added quietly, staring out of the window as he parked the car.

I dropped my gaze to my lap. That couldn't happen--ever.

Cole sighed and flopped back into his seat. "Okay, just come and find me then."

I felt so horrible that I just kept staring at the floor. I hated to disappoint him, but I couldn't do what he wanted.

"It's okay," he said reassuringly. "I'll see you later, yeah?"

Finally looking up, I nodded and smiled appreciatively. We both got out of the car and waved to each other as we went our separate ways. As always, I hugged myself and walked quickly toward my form room.

_One more day. That's all._

My hope for an uneventful day was nearly crushed when I saw Julian standing just ahead of me in the middle of the corridor. He was messing around with his friends, as they were pushing and punching each other. Thankfully, there was another way I could go, so I wouldn't have to bump into him--yet. Julian's lip looked a little swollen and bruised, but I couldn't see properly from standing so far away, and I certainly wasn't going to get a closer look.

"Hi," Hannah said from behind me, making me jump slightly.

I'd half-expected it to be Laura or one of her pathetic little friends. I smiled at Hannah, relaxing my shoulders, and we walked into registration together.

Luckily, the teacher was early today, so no one had a chance to say anything to me. So far the day had been going well, but I wasn't naive enough to think it would continue that way all day.

The morning went by without incident, and my music teacher let us go five minutes early for lunch. I slowly packed everything in my bag, so I would be the last one to leave.

"You coming to the canteen?" Hannah asked as she grabbed her bag and swung it over her shoulder.

I shook my head and smiled, grateful that she had at least asked.

"Okay, see you later." She waved over her shoulder as she walked out with her friends.

I quickly made my way along the corridor. After lunch, I only had two lessons to get through. The back corridor was deserted; everyone had already gone to the canteen or outside.

Someone grabbed me from behind. I gasped, panic rising inside me. Before I even had the chance to struggle, I was pushed into a classroom.

My lungs stung because I was holding my breath. I felt like a scared little girl again.

"Hey, Oakley."

I instantly recognised his voice. _Julian_.

I felt only a tiny bit of relief that it wasn't _him_ , but I still needed to get away.

Gulping, I stepped back. My hands shook with fear, and my heart pounded painfully. _What does he want?_

"I was hoping to find you on your own." He smirked.

My stomach turned and skin crawled. It was like a thousand bugs were running all over my body.

"Come on, don't look so scared. I'm not gonna hurt ya." His breath smelt so strongly of tobacco that it almost made me gag.

Julian leant toward me, and I recoiled in horror. _Oh god, is he trying to kiss me?_

"I just want to talk," he whispered, tucking my hair behind my ear.

_Don't be a victim again. Don't_ ever _be a victim again._

I used every ounce of anger I had built up inside and shoved his chest so hard that my arms ached. He stumbled backward and swung his arm out to steady himself. I felt like screaming, like my blood was going to boil, and my teeth would snap under the pressure of gritting them so hard.

"Why do you have to be such a little bitch, Oakley? What the hell makes you better than anyone else, huh?" he bellowed before punching the wall.

I jumped back, my eyes widening in shock. _What was that?_

Julian looked almost out of it. His eyes were dilated, and he was breathing heavily. It wasn't just tobacco he'd been smoking. He _had_ to be on something else, too.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His lips curled, baring his teeth.

_Oh God, what's he going to do to me?_

Nothing. He wasn't going to do anything. I _wouldn't_ let him hurt me.

The door swung open, and relief flooded me. Mrs Stains, one of the teaching assistants, stood in front of me.

"What's going on in here?" she demanded, frowning in anger.

Julian straightened up. "Nothing. We were just talking about a project," he said with a cocky smirk.

"A project on the last day of school?" Mrs Stains asked, raising her eyebrows in doubt.

"Not a school one," Julian shot back.

She shook her head but knew there was nothing she could do even though it was clear that Julian was lying. It wasn't like I was going to speak up and tell her that.

"Out. Both of you."

I scurried past her and ran out of the building. It seemed like all I did at school was hide out and run away. I hated myself for that, but I just couldn't deal with it. So, I did what I did best and pushed my legs faster and faster, putting as much distance between me and the school as I could.

As soon as I reached the wooden shelter at the local park, I collapsed to the ground. Wrapping my arms around my legs, I started to sob. My head still hurt, and I felt like crap. _What the hell did I ever do that's so wrong?_

I squeezed my eyes closed as my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. It would be Cole. I really didn't want to see him. Well, I didn't want him to see me like this. I wished I could have been homeschooled by Mum, but she thought, as long as I did well in mainstream school, then that was where I should be.

Since I'd sat on the ground, my phone vibrated at least ten more times with a few texts and a load of missed calls. I unlocked the phone open and started reading the first of Cole's messages.

Hey, where are you? I'm waiting near my car. x

I sighed and scrolled down to read the next one.

Hurry up! I'm starving! x

The next two were similar, but after that, he must have started to worry.

Oakley, where are you?

The final text message was angry as well as concerned.

Where the hell are you? Text me back now! I just need to know you're okay.

Switching the phone off, I lay down on the grass, feeling pathetic. _You are pathetic._

_If the teacher hadn't opened the door when she did, what would Julian have done?_ I didn't believe he would physically hurt me, but I didn't entirely trust him not to either.

"Oakley?"

I sat up and wiped my tear-stained face with my hand. _How did Cole find me so quickly?_ I plastered on a fake smile and waited for him to appear around the corner.

Cole let out a sigh of relief when he saw me, and seeing him made me relax. I relied on him too much. It was selfish of me. My relief soured as his expression turned to anger.

"What the fuck, Oakley? Do you have any idea how worried I've been?" he shouted, his forehead creasing in a deep frown. He looked as mad as he had been at Julian.

Cole, Mum, and Jasper were the only three people in the world whom I trusted entirely. My shoulders sagged.

After a few seconds of complete silence and just looking at each other, he knelt down beside me.

"What happened?" he asked softly. His voice was tight, but he was trying to be calm.

I looked at him and shook my head as I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated to hurt him, but I didn't know how to stop.

"Nothing happened?" he asked doubtfully.

Again, I shook my head.

"Why didn't you text back or wait for me before you took off like that? I was really worried about you. You don't even seem to care!"

I flinched at his words. I did care. _That_ was the problem. I cared about him far too much.

Cole scratched the back of his neck and groaned. "You should have at least replied. I didn't know what'd happened to you."

I looked away, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes.

"Oakley! God, you have no idea, do you?"

His sudden outburst made me jump.

We had argued and annoyed each other before, but he had never been this angry.

He growled and shook his head. "Fine. Don't worry about it. You obviously don't give a shit about me, so just forget it. I'm done." He stood up and quickly walked away.

I stared at his back as he left. Tears rolled down my face, dripping onto my lap. _How can he think I don't care about him?_ My heart ached so much that it made me feel sick.

_I can't lose him._

# seven

## Cole

I stormed off, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. Oakley made me so damn angry. No one else could get to me the way that petite blond did. Most of the time, I liked it, but today, it bloody _hurt_.

_Can she not understand how much I worry about her?_

I knew she had been getting a hard time at school, and it killed me that I couldn't do much about it. _How can she ignore me and push me away, especially when she knows how much it scares me when she takes off like that?_

She wasn't selfish, I knew that, but sometimes, it seemed like it. I had to keep reminding myself that there was something bigger going on.

There was no way I was going to go back to afternoon classes now. I was too worked up and wouldn't be able to concentrate. Nothing would be done on the last day anyway; I wouldn't miss a thing.

I stomped back to school, breathing heavily through my nose.

Ben was leaning against my car, doing something on his phone. As I got closer, he looked up and pushed off. "What's going on, man? You took off without a word."

_Yeah, that was a mistake. She doesn't care._

"Nothin'," I growled.

"Whoa," he said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I was only askin'."

"I know. Sorry."

"Oakley?" he asked, lifting his jet-black eyebrow. When I didn't answer, he nodded. "All right, what happened? Is she okay?"

"Who knows? She won't tell me."

"You guys have this telepathic thing goin' on, don't ya?"

I gave him a look. "What?"

"You know what I mean. You get her and what she means when she doesn't talk and all that."

"Yeah, but usually, I have something to go on. Right now, she's just pushing me away. I hate it, man. I know something happened at school today, but she won't admit it."

Sometimes, I felt so hopeless when it came to her. She was my best friend, and she wasn't happy. No one wanted to stop talking, no one wanted to have a shit time at school, and no one wanted to lock out the people closest to them.

_Why won't she just tell me what's wrong?_

I'd told her a million times before that, whatever it was, I'd be there and help her, but that didn't change her decision to keep it in.

Groaning, I closed my eyes.

Even if it wasn't a decision, if she physically couldn't talk, she could at least admit it by text or a letter.

"It'll be cool, mate. You've fallen out before, right?"

"Kind of. I've never told her I was done before," I admitted, wincing.

_What the hell is wrong with me? I'll never be done._

His eyes widened in surprise. Yeah, the whole time I'd known Ben, I'd always been fiercely protective of Oakley, so of course, me telling him I was done with her was a shock.

"You don't mean that."

I scrubbed my eyes. "Yeah, I know that."

_She might not._

_What the hell have I done?_

"So...maybe you should be off, tellin' her..."

"I need to go home," I said, digging into my jeans pocket for my keys.

"She at yours?"

"No."

"You're not going to fix it?" He looked at me with judgmental eyes.

"Don't, Ben. You've got no idea what it's like, so just don't."

"Right," he said, backing up. "Don't want to watch you make a huge mistake, but it's your life to screw up..."

"Thanks," I muttered sarcastically.

"Welcome." He dipped his head. "Later, man."

"Yeah," I said, getting into my car.

I drove home the long way, so I wouldn't go past the park. I wasn't in the mood to see her right now. It killed me that she didn't care if I was worried and out searching for her or not. I'd hate myself if I put her through that.

No one was in when I got home, and they wouldn't be until after five. I wanted to head straight for my parents' alcohol cupboard, but I knew booze wasn't the answer. I didn't fancy being cut up over Oakley _and_ having a hangover.

Angrily lobbing my bag on the floor, I gripped my hair and flopped onto the sofa.

If I could just figure out what was wrong, then we wouldn't have to do crap like this. But she didn't want me or anyone else to know. I didn't like that.

The stuff people covered were usually the worst things about themselves.

_What happened to you?_

Over the years, I'd become a master at getting on with it, at giving Oakley the space she needed to come to me in her own time. Maybe that was wrong. Maybe I should've taken a different approach.

I knew that women were supposed to be inherently complicated, but Oakley put a new definition to the meaning. I rubbed the ache in my chest that she'd created.

It was only when Mia got home that I stopped moping about. I didn't have the energy for a full-on heart-to-heart with her. She walked into the kitchen and headed straight for the wine in the fridge. Her day must have been about as good as mine then.

"What's up with you?" I asked.

"Ugh, nothing I want to discuss."

That meant Chris the Dick had done something--or someone.

"What about you? Why do you look like someone's just kicked your puppy?"

"It's nothing I want to discuss."

She smirked as she unscrewed the lid. "Touché. Well, how do you feel about drowning our sorrows?"

"I think Mum and Dad would have something to say about that when they got in."

Turning her nose up, she made a disgusted sound. "You're right, and I really don't need the third degree from them." Filling a large glass with white wine, she sat opposite me in the kitchen. "Question for you--why does life insist on throwing so much at you?"

I shrugged.

"There has to be an easier way."

"Are we talking about Chris here? The guy is just a bellend, Mia."

She froze mid sip and glared. "It's not just him though, is it?"

"Are you asking me why you're not strong enough to walk away?"

"Before you make me answer that, you need to ask yourself why you're sitting here, looking like that, over Oakley _again_."

Yeah, it wasn't the first time Oakley had unintentionally hurt me. Actually, it happened a lot. I just rarely let her know it. She didn't mean to cause anyone any pain, so I couldn't blame her for how I felt.

"It's not the same," I said defensively.

"The situation maybe."

_Translation: Love sucks._

_Yeah, don't I know it._

"Right. I get it," I said. "What do we do?"

"You won't like the answer."

"Tell me anyway."

"We just get on with it the best we can. We fight to be better people, more understanding, stronger. Ultimately, we've just got to ride it out until we're willing to change, and we've got to be okay with not being perfect human beings who are fully in control of their lives...despite what their stupid hearts want."

"Yeah, you're right; I don't like that."

"And that, my little brother, is why they make alcohol."

Laughing, I shook my head on the way to the fridge.

_Mia's right. Beer, it is._

Tomorrow, when I'd cooled down, I'd work on getting my best friend back, but right now, I needed to relax with my sister and forget my problems. And alcohol. I need alcohol.

# eight

## Oakley

At least if Cole stayed away, he wouldn't get any more comments about him babysitting the "mute freak." He had never cared what people thought of him--at least, that was what he'd told me--but it must get to him occasionally.

He was done.

I shouldn't have ever let myself like him as anything more than a friend. We were never going to be anything more. _How can we be? I can't even talk to him!_

There were times when he would give me a lingering look, and I'd think he might like me a little bit. I was sure I wasn't imagining it, but it was hard for me to believe _he'd_ want _me_.

For the rest of the day, I did nothing but sit inside the shack at the park and stare into space. After a while, I didn't even think about anything. I just existed.

As I saw and heard students walking past the park on their way home from school, I knew I needed to pull myself together and get home.

Walking slowly, I headed home, looking down at the ground to protect my eyes from the sun. _Will Mum and Dad still be there?_ They were going to attend a charity dinner and would have to travel just over a hundred miles, so they were supposed to be leaving sometime in the afternoon. I prayed that they had already left.

Sighing in relief as I noticed Dad's car wasn't in the driveway, I walked to the front door, feeling a little lighter. At least I wouldn't have their freak-out to deal with.

When I pushed the door open, I saw my lazy brother sitting on the sofa, playing the PlayStation. His university had finished for summer earlier than my high school, so his holiday started weeks ago. One day, he would have to grow up and get a house and a job, but it was hard to imagine it after seeing him slob around here all the time.

"Hey," he grunted with a little nod of his head, not even looking up from the screen.

I flopped down onto the sofa beside him. School was over for six weeks, but I couldn't even feel that happy about it. All I could think of was the fight with Cole and that look on his face.

Jasper took a double take of my face and paused his game. "What happened?"

I smiled and shook my head.

"Where's Cole?" Jasper's face hardened, his jaw clenched, and his eyes narrowed. "What did he do?" he demanded.

Again, I shook my head and tried to make out that he was reacting over nothing.

"So, if Cole's not the reason you're upset, who is?" Jasper asked, frowning doubtfully.

Cole was the reason, but it wasn't his fault.

"That idiot at school? The one I beat up last year?" he growled, referring to Julian.

Jasper was usually as soft as a pussycat but not when it came to me. He was overprotective and quick to lash out at anyone he thought was giving me a hard time.

I remembered the incident Jasper was referring to. How could I not? Jasper was still in sixth form. He had caught Julian saying some stuff about me. I still didn't know what, but it'd made Jasper punch him a few times. He had been suspended from sixth form for a week and then given a week of lunchtime detentions for refusing to apologise to Julian.

It would seem Cole had fully taken over Jasper's role...as a brother. _Does Cole see me as a little sister?_ I crossed my arms and pressed them into my stomach as I ached with disappointment.

I shook my head in answer to Jasper's question, and he got up and walked into the kitchen. There was no way he had dropped it just like that. I followed him, waiting at the door, as he got his phone and started dialling.

_Oh no!_ I knew what he was doing.

As he raised the phone to his ear, I leapt forward and grabbed it out of his hand. He'd started ringing Cole, but thankfully, the call hadn't started going through.

He narrowed his eyes. "Okay, I'm gonna ask you one more time. Was. It. Cole?"

I sighed in frustration and shook my head for what seemed like the fifteenth time.

"Good. You're not gonna tell me what it's about, are you?"

I raised an eyebrow and let out an exasperated noise.

"Yeah, didn't think so. You're too damn stubborn for your own good! You're okay though, right?"

I nodded and smiled. Settling on changing the subject and getting my annoying and crazy brother back, I opened the fridge, grabbed two cans of Coke, and threw one at him.

"Thanks," he mumbled, aware that I was trying to end the conversation. He opened the can very carefully in case it exploded all over him. Unfortunately, it did not.

"Mum and Dad left for that thing already. You'll need to cook tonight." He looked away, downing probably half of the can at once.

I knew exactly what that meant. Mum had told him to cook, and he was trying to get out of it.

"What are you making?" Jasper asked casually, glancing at the oven.

I rolled my eyes, picked out two Hawaiian pizzas from the freezer, and threw them at him before walking upstairs.

"Oakley?" he shouted after me.

But I kept on walking, smiling to myself. He was _so_ lazy. Christ, all he'd have to do was stick them in the oven for eighteen minutes.

As soon as I closed my bedroom door, I practically ripped off my school uniform and angrily chucked it into my washing basket. I hated school, I hated Julian, but most of all, I hated myself.

From our fight earlier, it was clear that Cole and I were not going to go out for ice cream, so I got into my most comfortable pyjamas and prepared for a night of boring TV. I should practice gymnastics, but I couldn't be bothered to do anything. I was just going to embrace the mood I was in and sulk.

Marcus, my gym coach, would not be happy if I didn't perfect the routine by next practice. I didn't care though. I hated the thought of moving and going out to the garden. I had been going to gymnastics since I was seven, and I loved it. Whenever I was there, it would take me away from reality. I didn't think about anything or anyone. It was as if all my problems disappeared.

I was just Oakley. I was normal.

Lying back on my bed, I absentmindedly flicked through the TV channels and settled on watching yesterday's _Hollyoaks_.

Twenty minutes later, I heard Jasper stomping up the stairs. He pushed my door open. "Dinner! Come and get it. I'm not waiting on your arse!"

I followed him downstairs to get my probably burnt pizza.

"Ta-da," he said, gesturing to dinner.

He hadn't done too badly. Only the crust was a little darker than it should have been. I did turn my nose up as Jasper squirted mayonnaise all over his food though. The only thing that belonged with pizza was ketchup.

"I spoke to Cole," he muttered, chewing his food and giving me a good view of the mashed up pizza in his mouth.

_Nice._ I looked down at the table and just nodded in response.

"You left school because of Julian, didn't you?"

That made me look up at him. _Is he just guessing, or has Cole said that? Has Cole confronted Julian? Oh no. Please no._

"Just tell me," Jasper demanded, sounding frustrated. "Was it Julian, Oakley?"

I nodded, feeling defeated. He was going to find out anyway.

Jasper jumped up, balling his hands into fists. "Little twat-faced bastard. I'm gonna kill him!"

Dropping my pizza, I grabbed his arm and shook my head. _What is it with the killing-Julian thing?_ Cole and Jasper were both acting like they were in an action movie.

Jasper sighed and sat back down when he saw how worried I was. I'd had enough of it all. It was the holiday anyway, so it didn't matter anymore.

"Fine. But, I swear, if he comes near you again, I _will_ kill him."

I ignored that. It wasn't worth arguing over.

"So...is Cole coming over tonight?" he asked, trying to act casual.

I could tell he was dying to know what had happened between us.

I stood up and grabbed my plate, deciding to eat in my room since Dad wasn't here. I didn't want to have the Cole conversation with Jasper--or anyone, for that matter.

After eating, I snuck downstairs, put my plate in the dishwasher, and snuck back upstairs.

Half past eight was too early to go to bed, but I didn't want to go downstairs again and risk Jasper's questions, so I put on a film and curled up under the covers. Cole popped into my mind about every three bloody seconds, making it hard to concentrate on anything.

I should go over there, get on my knees, and plead with him to forgive me, but I was too stubborn and too scared. Cole deserved so much better, and I was selfish to keep him from finding new people whom he could have a normal friendship with. Letting him go seemed impossible though. I didn't know how to.

Half an hour later, I was finally feeling tired. It was still relatively early, but emotionally, I was done. It didn't take long for me to fall into a restless sleep.

# nine

## Oakley

Jasper woke me up by knocking on my door and screaming my name. "Oakley! Get up! We're going to Cole's for lunch!" he yelled much louder than necessary.

_Going to Cole's for lunch?_ _No._

_And how long have I slept for?_

I got out of bed, ran to the door, and pulled it open, frowning at Jasper for an explanation.

"We're booking the holiday today, remember? So, we're all going over there for a barbecue lunch."

_Barbecue again?_

"Get dressed. We're leaving in half an hour."

My heart sank. I half-smiled at my brother and slammed the door shut behind him.

Lunch at Cole's--that was going to be awkward.

There was no way I could get out of it though, not without letting my parents know something was wrong.

I didn't bother with a shower, as I didn't have the energy to rush with getting ready. Putting on shorts and a plain T-shirt, I brushed my hair, and then I was done. I looked about as plain as I felt.

Five minutes later, when I was ready, I sat on my bed and waited for someone to call me down.

After twenty minutes, the inevitable happened. Mum shouted my name.

My heart dropped a little more. I was so nervous to see Cole again. He had been mad at me, probably still would be, and I wasn't sure how to fix it--or if he even wanted to.

"You look nice, honey," Mum complimented with a smile.

I really didn't.

Slipping on my yellow pumps, I followed my family to Cole's.

Jasper knocked eagerly at their front door, and within seconds, Jenna greeted us with a hug and then ushered us through their perfectly kept house to the back garden. I took every step slowly, delaying the inevitable.

When I got out into the garden, my eyes immediately sought Cole out. He was sitting at the end of the wooden table, staring into his glass of Coke. He looked sad...really, really sad. As we approached the table, he looked up and said a quick hello.

_Where do I sit?_ Next to him, in my usual seat, seemed too awkward now.

I sat next to Mia, forcing Jasper to sit near Cole. It felt wrong, but I picked up the Italy travel brochure that was in front of me to make it look like I'd just sat here to look at that. I hated having to calculate things in order for everything to look as normal as possible.

Nothing was bloody normal here.

Mia looked over my shoulder at the hotel we would be staying in.

_Wow_ , was all I could think.

It looked amazing. The hotel was a beautiful white building, halfway up a mountain. It didn't look too busy, but it seemed to have enough to keep everyone entertained. According to the brochure, the harbour was a two-minute walk away, and the beach was a little further, approximately twenty minutes.

The nightlife was good, apparently. There were a few bars and clubs nearby. Mia and Jasper would want to go out, no doubt. Perhaps I would be allowed to go. I was almost sixteen, and if I were with Cole, my parents would let me go--maybe.

I felt Cole's eyes on me the entire time. I squirmed at the attention, glanced to the side, and gave him an apologetic smile. He smiled back, his eyes full of regret.

_Is he forgiving me?_

Just as I thought he was about to talk to me, David placed a plate of charred chicken kebabs down on the table, which Cole immediately grabbed and started to eat.

_Please, talk to me._

Throughout lunch, Cole and I exchanged glances, but he never uttered one word. Of course, it wasn't long before Mum noticed something was wrong between us. She looked at me, then Cole, and then back to me. I prayed that she wouldn't say anything. Faking sickness and going home sounded like a _very_ good idea right now.

"Oakley?" Cole said as he stood up. He nodded, gesturing for me to follow him.

I immediately got up and followed him inside. He had made the first move, so there was no way I would pass up the chance to make things right again. The walk up to his room was completely silent. Cole said nothing. I hoped that he would talk when we were safely inside his room and out of the way of everyone else.

Sitting on the end of his bed, I hugged my legs and rested my chin on my knees. He sighed and sat down, facing me. The sun reflected off his face, lightening his deep blue eyes. The smell of his aftershave wrapped around me, and I relaxed. In that moment, I knew one hundred per cent that I couldn't be without him. I had to make up for our fallout and get my best friend back.

Not having Cole in my life wasn't an option.

He groaned as he stared into my eyes, making me feel weightless. It was like he could see right through me, see the terrified, broken little girl lurking inside. I never, ever wanted him to see that.

"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have shouted at you, but you should've texted me to let me know you were okay."

I nodded and looked down at the bedcover. _I wish I could have._

"Oakley," he whispered, gently lifting my chin so that I faced him.

His fingers lingered on my jaw, making my heart race. The feeling of his skin on mine felt so right that it stole my breath.

My eyes filled with tears, and I smiled. I had him back. Grabbing his hand, I squeezed gently in way of an apology. What had happened yesterday wasn't his fault at all. Cole had nothing to apologise for.

His face lit up as he smiled.

"It's okay," he told me, knowing exactly what that gesture meant.

Suddenly, he tugged my hand, making me fall forward. I tried to move back, but he pulled me into a tight hug. It was a little awkward, as I was sitting on his lap. It was too intimate, and I wasn't used to intimacy feeling natural and safe.

I wanted to run, but at the same time, I never wanted to leave.

Winding my arms around his neck, I ignored the tense knot in my stomach. With every passing second, I felt more and more at home. Cole would never hurt me. I knew that.

We stayed in each other's arms for a few minutes, and I loved it. His fingertips gently tickled up and down my back. Eventually, we both backed away, and he seemed as reluctant as I was to let go.

My feelings for him were growing at an alarming rate every day.

"We don't fight again. Ever again, okay?" he said seriously, holding my hands and playing with my fingers.

I nodded in agreement. That was the easiest thing I had ever agreed to.

He smiled again, flashing his perfect white teeth.

"Good. So, two weeks in Italy, hey? We have to hire a boat and do some water sports."

I raised my eyebrow, making him laugh and shake his head. _Hire a boat?_ Neither of us could sail, and there was no way the first time we tried was going to be while we were alone in a foreign country.

"I guess you're gonna go all girlie on me and want to sunbathe?"

I nodded and smirked. I was pasty white and definitely wanted to get a tan; even an off-white would be cool with me.

"Fine, I'll make you a deal. I'll suffer through that _if_ you go diving with me?"

He had been trying to get me to go diving for years, but I hated the idea of it. I wasn't a fan of fish. Plus, everything in the sea was all slimy, and the sea itself was full of sewage.

I bit my lip, shaking my head and trying not to smile. The deal didn't matter. He would sunbathe with me anyway. He always did.

Cole sighed sharply, pretending to be annoyed. "Fine, but two days sunbathing, max, and you have to buy the ice creams."

I pursed my lips and nodded. That part also didn't matter because, as soon as we were there, he would go all gentleman and insist on paying.

He lay down and pulled me with him. I almost landed on top of him but managed to move to the side just in time. As natural as it felt when we were close, I was still trying to accept that it was okay to feel like that. We were side by side, hand in hand, both staring up at the ceiling, and I was right where I needed to be.

"We have to get your parents to let you go out at night this time," he said after a couple of minutes of comfortable silence.

That was another thing I loved about him. He was always on the same page as me.

I turned my head to face him, chewing my lip as I nodded.

The last time we had gone away, I'd had to be back at the hotel by nine, and I'd hang out there for the rest of the evening. We needed to think of some way to convince my parents that I was more responsible now that I was almost sixteen.

Cole harshly sucked in air, and his eyes lit on fire. He stared at me like I was something amazing he'd never bloody seen before. Then, suddenly, the air in the room thickened to the point that I had a hard time breathing.

Cole's head inched closer to mine.

I froze. _Oh God, he's going to kiss me._

"We'll talk to them about it later," he whispered as he closed in.

"Cole? Oakley?" Mia shouted up the stairs.

Cole whipped his head around. "What?" he growled toward the door.

I sat up and put some distance between us. That was the second time she had interrupted... _something_ in two days.

Mia walked in seconds later and smiled widely. Her blue eyes shone with mischief. She tucked her brown hair behind her ears. "We're going in two weeks! Oakley, I'm holiday shopping on Monday if you want to come?"

I nodded and smiled gratefully. I definitely needed to get some new clothes.

"I'm comin'," Cole mumbled, still frowning at his sister.

_Did he really want to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss him?_

It'd certainly seemed like he did, but I never wanted to get my hopes up when it came to him.

It probably wasn't a good idea anyway. If we got together, it wouldn't work. It couldn't. In time, my silence would drive him away.

Mia's mouth hung open in shock. " _You_ want to come shopping?"

"I need to get some stuff, too, but I'm not walking around every damn shop with you two. I'll go off on my own."

I rolled my eyes and sat back against the wall.

"All right, but we're gonna be out _all_ day."

He shrugged. "Yeah, whatever."

Mia clapped her hands together in excitement. "I need to go and make a list!" she squealed. She ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Mia was organised. She had lists for absolutely everything and had yet to forget a single thing.

"How the hell are we related?" he muttered to himself, shaking his head at the door in disbelief. He really was in a mood. "So, you gonna buy a tiny bikini?"

I frowned. _No, definitely not._

"I was joking!" He laughed.

I smiled at him, trying to make out that his comment hadn't affected me. There was absolutely no way that I would show off more than I needed to.

Cole sat up against the wall next to me. His side pressed against mine as he reached over and grabbed the TV remote. My heart swelled as he pressed play on _Hollyoaks_. He'd still recorded it after our argument.

He was, without a doubt, the sweetest guy in the world, and I was _so_ lucky to have him in my life. I laid my head on his shoulder and held on to his hand as we watched the show together.

"Well, that was shit," Cole mumbled under his breath as the show finished.

He quickly changed the channel to some bike-racing rubbish, and I smiled to myself. He always said something like that when it finished even though he had spent the whole time staring intently at the TV and commenting on everything.

To stop the boredom from kicking in from the bikes zooming around in a circle, I grabbed Cole's iPhone and started playing with one of the games I'd downloaded. My phone was old and crappy because I never used it, so it didn't matter. I had never sent a text message or made a call. The only reason I had a phone was because Mum had bought it for me and insisted I used it for emergencies.

Mum had gotten it when I was eleven. The phone had sat in my bag through two years of _emergencies_ before _it_ was over.

For a few minutes, Cole would alternate between stealing little glances at me and turning his attention back to the TV. Something between us was changing, and it made me nervous and scared and excited, all at the same time.

"Do you still want to go to Ben's party?" he asked after a while. "We should leave soon, if you do."

I'd forgotten all about Ben's party. I kind of did want to go, but I would have to get my parents' permission first.

Biting my lip, I nodded.

"I'll go speak to your dad."

He leapt off the bed and bounded out of his room. I smiled and lay back, mentally planning what I should wear.

_Wow, I never thought I'd be one of those girls who planned what to wear at a party._

Things really had changed. I prayed for it to continue.

# ten

## Oakley

"Cinderella, you shall go to the ball," Cole announced, doing a little bow from his doorway.

I jumped up in excitement, making Cole laugh.

"I'll change quickly, and then we can drop by yours, so you can get ready." He pulled his top over his head.

_What the..._

My head prickled with heat, and I was sure my cheeks were red.

Cole didn't even seem to notice my discomfort. He continued to change, as if I were one of the guys. I didn't know where to look. _What are the rules?_ I mean, I'd seen him at the beach and swimming pool, but this was much more intimate than that.

_Oh, bugger, get a grip!_

I gulped when I heard something heavier than a T-shirt dropping to the floor. _His denim shorts? Oh god, is he only in his boxers right now?_

I felt like I should leave, but Cole was between the door and me.

I focused on the floor and kept perfectly still, reminding myself to bloody breathe.

When I heard him pick up his keys, I decided it must be safe to look up.

"Ready then?" he asked, swinging his keys on his finger.

I didn't acknowledge the question. I just walked past him. _That is awkward --for me, at least._

We made our way downstairs and found our parents in the kitchen, drinking coffee around the island.

"We're going now," Cole told them.

"Okay. You both have a good time. Cole, please look after her and make sure she's home by eleven," Dad said, kissing my forehead.

_Eleven?_ I usually had to be home a lot earlier than that. _What's gotten into him?_

I looked up with my mouth hanging open.

He chuckled deeply and ruffled my hair. "School holiday now. I guess I have to face up to the fact that you're not my little girl anymore." His frown deepened toward the end of his little speech.

It made me feel uncomfortable, and I wrapped my arms around myself.

"You stay with Cole the whole time and absolutely no alcohol." Dad's voice was stern, intimidating.

I quickly nodded in agreement and pulled on Cole's arm to get him to leave.

Just as we reached the front door, Jasper's hand flew out in front of us. "And where do you think you're going?" he questioned, challengingly raising his eyebrows.

"We're eloping to Mexico," Cole muttered sarcastically, making me grin in amusement.

Jasper blankly glared at Cole. "If you get her pregnant, I will kill you!"

_What? Where on earth did that come from?_

Cole laughed and shook his head while I just wanted to disappear.

"What's wrong with you, Jasper? Of course, I'm not gonna knock her up!"

"You'd better not," Jasper grumbled. "Look, if you two wanna start with the kissing and naked time, I get it, and I support you. Just don't hurt her."

I pushed past my idiot brother and jogged to Cole's car. Going to a party was the last thing I wanted to do now. Jasper had made me feel horrible, and Cole's reaction--as if having a child with me was the most disgusting idea--hadn't helped. Obviously, I didn't want a baby now--or ever, actually--but it still stung.

"Good. Now...don't have her out too late, and for God's sake, wear a condom!" Jasper yelled after Cole.

Closing my eyes, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I couldn't stay around while they joked about that stuff.

I got in Cole's car and waited for him.

Cole hopped in the car and started the engine. "Are you okay? Ignore your brother. He's an idiot."

I knew he was--everyone knew Jasper was a man-child--but I wished he wouldn't joke about things like that. I nodded as I smiled, letting it go. Tonight, I was going to a party, and I was determined to enjoy it.

Cole drove forward and stopped at my house. Smirking at how lazy he was for driving two houses over, I opened my door. We really could have walked. He waited in the car while I legged it inside and took the wooden stairs two at a time. It would have been potentially dangerous if I'd been wearing socks.

As soon as I was in my room, I stripped out of my clothes and grabbed a pair of jeans and a nice top. Since Dad had accepted I was growing up, I wondered if he would let me wear makeup. I wanted to wear it to look older or at least my own age. I didn't want to be seen as a child _ever_ again.

"Oakley!" Cole shouted up the stairs, making me jump.

Seriously, I'd only been gone for two minutes. I grabbed a light jacket in case it got cold later and dashed back downstairs.

I raised my eyebrows at him, and he grinned.

"Got bored," he explained.

I'd changed quicker than he had--or maybe it only felt like that because he'd been undressing _in front_ of me.

Ben lived a few miles from us, so we arrived at his house in five minutes. Loud music blasted from what I assumed were huge speakers inside. Outside looked like a car park for extremely bad drivers. Not one car was straight. Dad would make some joke and call them all imbeciles. Cole parked as best as he could, adding to the abandoned feel of Ben's massive driveway.

"Ready?" Cole asked, sensing my hesitation.

Most teens didn't think twice about going out all the time and attending every party they could. To me, it was a huge deal. I felt like my nerves were choking me.

Gulping the worry away, I turned to Cole and smiled.

"All right, let's go, beautiful," he said, giving me a wink, which made me swoon.

As we walked side by side toward the door, Cole slung his arm over my shoulder. There were so many people crammed into the house, and most of them were drinking in the lounge. Empty plastic cups and crumbled pieces of food were already scattered all over the floor. Ben's parents were going to freak.

Cole pulled me through the crowd, saying hello as we walked past some of his friends, and into the kitchen. No one really gave me a second look. I loved that. Being accepted didn't bother me. I didn't crave being liked, but I did want to live my life without people being twats.

_"Cole!"_ Ben shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. "Hey, Oakley, you came, too." He almost stumbled on the spot but managed to grab on to the worktop to stop himself from falling.

It looked like he'd gotten a head start on the drinking.

"Get yourselves some punch or beer or punch, and I think there's some JD left. I think I drank it though. I dunno," he rambled, shrugging his shoulders and chuckling.

"Okay, man." Cole laughed at his highly intoxicated friend.

Then, he tightened his arm around me and guided me to the fridge. He grabbed two Cokes and handed me one.

_He isn't going to have a beer?_

Before the fridge door closed, I pointed to the bottles of Beck's at the bottom.

He shook his head. "I have something very special to chauffeur home later."

I rolled my eyes at him. That was plain cheesy, but I couldn't deny that I loved it a lot.

He winked and turned his attention to his friends, as they'd started to talk to him. Sipping my Coke, I watched Cole joking and messing around with his friends. It was really nice, seeing him play-fight with Ben and tease Ben's girlfriend, Kerry, about her awful luck with men.

However, as I watched Cole wrap his arm around Ben's neck, I couldn't help feeling a little stab of envy. We'd never be able to have the fun banter they did. That'd been taken away from me, and it made me burn with anger I could never show.

After wrestling Ben to the beer-stained floor-- _yuck --_Cole got back to his feet.

"Want to dance?" Cole casually asked me.

_As if I'll ever say no to that._

We had danced together plenty of times before, so I didn't overanalyse the gesture. Well, I did but not as much as usual. Throwing my empty can in the bin, which was much more than everyone else had bothered to do, I tilted my head toward the makeshift dance floor in the living room.

I tightly held on to Cole's hand and pressed myself into his back as he pushed our way through the crowd.

_How does Ben even know this many people?_ He must have just put an open invitation on Facebook because there had to be more people here than in the entire bloody school.

No one seemed to even notice that Cole's freak mute friend had come along with him, or they didn't care.

_Good._ Tonight, I really was _normal_.

Cole, the party, the lack of bitchiness from others made me dizzy in the best possible way. I'd never felt so...light before.

Cole finally stopped in a tiny bit of space near one of the speakers. I didn't think he could have found a worse spot to dance. There was barely room for one person, and it was _so_ loud. But none of that mattered when he pulled me close. I mean, he didn't have much of a choice since there was only enough room here for a toddler, but I'd take it.

My chest was pressed flat against his, but I still felt comfortable. With my confidence soaring for the first time in forever, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and when he didn't push me away, I smiled.

The song changed to Beyoncé's "Halo." It was one of my favourite songs and reminded me so much of my relationship with Cole. A lot of songs did actually, but "Halo" __ was beautiful and said everything I wanted to say to him for me. If it wasn't for Cole, I honestly didn't know what I would be like or how I would've coped. Without him even knowing it, he kept my world from crumbling apart.

Slowly, he bent his head and pressed his forehead to mine. Like every cliché romance movie, everyone but us seemed to disappear. I wanted him to kiss me so much that I thought it'd drive me insane. All my insecurities of not being good enough for him vanished as his lips parted just inches from mine.

After what felt like years, his lips brushed lightly against mine. They were soft and firm and set my body on fire. It was the most incredible and almost overwhelming feeling, and it had my fingers curling around his hair. His lips moved perfectly with mine, pulling, teasing.

He groaned and gripped my hips, tightly holding me against him. Then, he was suddenly gone. He ripped back, as if I'd burnt him.

_Have I done something wrong?_

I followed where he was looking. A crowd had gathered around the stereo, which was now silent. Okay, the music was off.

Biting my lip, I forced myself to be brave and look up at Cole. He was glaring at the stereo, as if he wanted to murder it, which made me feel a whole lot better about the abrupt end to the kiss.

"Wanna go outside for a bit?" he asked, his voice full of grit. Nodding his head toward the door, his jaw was tight.

I started following since he hadn't waited for me to agree.

_Okay, act normal. This is Cole._

Ben's front garden was trashed, too. The grass was littered with packets of crisps, bottles, cans of alcohol, and plastic cups. It looked like a rubbish tip.

Spotting about the only clean space on the ground, I sat down, cross-legged, and waited for whatever was to come next. Cole lay on his side in front of me with his head perched on his hand. He didn't say a single thing. Usually, that would be fine, but this was a different kind of silence.

I picked at the blades of grass to have something else to focus on. The awkwardness that fell over us was unbearable. The kiss meant _so_ much to me, but it wasn't as important as having him in my life.

Recently, it seemed like, every now and then, he wanted more, and other times, it was like he was happy to be friends. I didn't understand why so many girls gushed about liking someone; it was plain hard work.

Lying down beside him, I bit my lip.

"Oakley?" he whispered softly as he reached over to stroke my hair. His fingertips then brushed over my cheek and travelled down along my jaw.

I held my breath the entire time.

"I can't wait to go on holiday with you."

I couldn't wait for that either. I'd started counting down the days.

The direction Cole had taken the conversation confused me. I'd thought he was going to talk about what had just happened.

_Or are you not supposed to do that?_ Internally, I screamed in frustration. _Why is all this stuff such a mess?_

"You're sitting with me on the plane, by the way. I'm stealing you every day."

He wasn't going to get any arguments from me. Spending the whole two weeks with him would be perfect.

"You want to go back inside and get another drink?" he asked after a few more minutes.

The kiss conversation seemed to be a do-not-go-there topic, and things between us were completely back to normal.

I nodded and stood up. I'd come for a high school party experience, so I should get in and enjoy it.

"Cole!" Ben shrieked, stumbling toward us, as we walked back inside. He must have sobered up slightly because he was steadier on his feet, but the lopsided smile and glazed over eyes showed he should give driving a miss tomorrow. "Wanna do shots, guys?"

_I really don't._

I'd only ever had a little wine before with dinner, so I'd probably be off my face on one shot. If I went home like that, my dad would never let me out again. I couldn't be locked inside the house.

"I told you I wasn't drinking," Cole responded, playfully punching Ben's arm.

"Pussy," Ben muttered, laughing as he dodged another swing from Cole.

We followed Ben back to the kitchen, and Cole got all three of us a Coke, saying Ben needed to sober up and get ready to clean before his parents arrived home. A red can flew toward me, and I only _just_ managed to catch it before it hit my stomach.

Rolling my eyes at Cole, I held the can upright and gave it a few minutes before opening it. I didn't need the embarrassment of having Coke explode in my face. Cole chuckled and shook his head. Suddenly, he grabbed me around my waist and turned me, so he could rest his chin on my shoulder.

After only a few seconds of having Cole's arms wrapped around me, one of his friends pulled me away.

_What's her problem?_

Kerry smiled. "I've been waiting for Cole to bring you along, but he's obviously been trying to keep you all to himself."

She held her hand out, and we shook. I instantly liked her because she was accepting and seemed nonjudgmental.

I smiled at her, and that was it. Kerry launched into telling me stories of Cole and Ben doing stupid dares at school, and we were insta-friends.

Kerry was a lot of fun. She had a happy personality, and it was infectious. It was impossible not to like her. She spoke to me, as if we had been friends for years. There were never any awkward questions about why I didn't talk, and she didn't try to find out what was wrong. She just accepted who I was and got on with it.

She spoke _a lot_ , but that was actually perfect. We balanced each other out, and I really hoped that she wasn't just being polite to me because having a girlfriend was lovely.

About every five seconds, Kerry's eyes would flick to Ben, and when she saw some girl called Mary on his lap, she frowned so slightly that I almost missed it. Over the years, I had gotten used to reading people's expressions more than most.

Once Kerry's attention was back on me, I raised my eyebrow. She blushed, knowing that I'd caught her staring. She definitely liked Ben, and from the hungry way he watched her when she wasn't looking, he clearly liked her.

"I'll get us another drink," she muttered, turning and rushing toward the fridge.

I hadn't expected her to be shy about something like that. The girl was outgoing to the point that I envied her. She was beautiful with long chocolate hair and dark green eyes, and she had the best personality.

_What does she have to be shy about?_

I caught Cole's attention. Wickedly looking between Kerry and Ben, I grinned.

"You want to play cupid?" He pulled me back into his arms where, as dramatic as it sounded, I wanted to die. "Good luck with that. You've got to get Mary off him first, and she's like a fucking praying mantis."

"Wanna go for a walk, Oakley?" Kerry asked, already grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Cole.

_Seriously, again?_

I followed her out to the back garden, and we sat down on a bench. No one else was out back. It was quite big but full of children's ride-on bikes, games, and toys. It looked like Toys "R" Us had been dumped in the garden.

At first, I sat a little stiffly, playing with my fingers, because I felt awkward, being completely alone with her for the first time. I didn't trust easily, and I only trusted three people.

"Okay, so I really, _really_ like Ben. He's just so..." She trailed off, sighing. "So sweet, funny, amazing, caring, generous, and _so_ gorgeous. I mean, that dark skin, those black eyes, full lips, washboard abs..." Her green eyes lit up as she spoke about him.

It was probably how I looked whenever I thought about Cole.

"I know I should tell him, but I can't. I mean, what if he's not interested? It would be so unbelievably embarrassing if he turned me down. We're friends. I don't want to mess that up, but damn it, I want more. I should just do it though, right? Oh, maybe I can down a few shots and kiss him! That way, if he pushes me off, I can just blame it on the drink."

That didn't sound like a winning plan to me, but I was hardly qualified in the boy area.

Kerry obviously didn't share my reservations because she was all toothy smiles and bouncing up and down. I couldn't imagine Ben not being interested in her, but she was probably going about it in the wrong way.

"Okay, so before we go back inside and I can get started on Operation Kiss Ben, we should talk about you and Cole. I can never tell. You seem like you are, but he's never admitted it. Are you two together?"

My cheeks burned as I shook my head. We really did _not_ need to talk about me and Cole.

"But you want to be. I can see how you two look at each other. Seriously, Oakley, he talks about you _all_ _the time_. It's so cute. You want to be with him, right?"

_He talks about me all the time? Like,_ all _the time?_ That must mean he liked me a little bit. You didn't think about just anyone _all the time_.

"Oakley?" Kerry expectantly looked at me, waiting for an answer.

I gave a little nod of my head, confirming that, of course, I did _like_ Cole.

She squealed and grabbed my hand, pulling me up. "Come on then! Let's go get our men."

I cringed. That was absolutely not happening. I guessed admitting it to her wasn't a good idea after all. _Who knows what she has planned?_ There was no way I was going to get drunk and kiss Cole. I would rather wait and let things happen naturally, if anything was going to happen at all. I didn't think she would say anything to him.

On the way back into the house, Kerry spoke constantly, and I couldn't have been happier to listen to her gushing about Ben's abs. Having a girlfriend who wasn't bitchy was something that I definitely wanted. Hanging out with Kerry, even for such a short period of time, made me realise what I'd been missing. Cole was great, but there were certain things I needed a girl for.

"I'm nervous." She smiled, gritting her teeth, as she ruthlessly pushed our way through the crowd that had gathered by the door.

Cole was still in the same place, leaning against the kitchen counter. I took a deep breath as we approached them. My heart went wild as his eyes landed on mine, as always.

Looking at him was like falling. It was perfect. 

# eleven

## Oakley

I took Cole's outstretched hand and skipped to him, pressing my side against his. He pulled me around, so I was standing between his legs. We'd been a bit touchy-feely for as long as I could remember, but it was developing into something more. It didn't seem as innocent as it had been before.

"You okay?" Cole whispered in my ear.

I swallowed hard as his breath tickled my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. A nod of the head answered his question. Even if I could talk right now, I wouldn't be able to.

"I'm guessing Kerry's finally making her move on Ben?"

I looked over to where he was laughing and saw Kerry with her tongue down Ben's throat.

_I take it all back. Kerry's plan is working perfectly._

After three cans of Coke, I was desperate for the toilet. Cole had told me it was upstairs when he went about half an hour ago, so I knew where it was. I weaved between the drunken guests to go find it and had just closed the bathroom door when I heard Mary outside talking to some of her friends about Cole and me.

The music was still quite loud, even upstairs, so I just barely heard the bitchy comments.

"Cole only feels sorry for her."

"He can do way better than that freak."

"She'll never make him happy. He'll get bored of her soon enough."

Walking away from the door, I sat on the edge of the bath, not wanting to hear any more, as my heart plummeted to my feet. What I hated more was questioning if they were right. The thing that scared me the most was, if we got together, Cole would resent me for not having a proper relationship.

From the way he'd kissed me earlier, it didn't seem like any of that bothered him. But these would be the early days, not a year or so down the line when the novelty had worn off.

_Is Mary jealous or is she right?_

I waited a few minutes before I used the bathroom. I wanted to give them time to leave, so I wouldn't have to pass them when I headed downstairs. Thankfully, they had left, and I got down without them noticing.

Cole smiled as I walked back into the kitchen, and in that moment, I decided not to let Mary get to me. She didn't matter. _We_ did. The sick feeling vanished as I watched him.

If Cole didn't want to be with me, then he didn't have to be. I walked straight up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

Immediately feeling embarrassed, I pressed my forehead into his chest. _All right, me being forward really is new._

When I loosened my grip on Cole's waist, he pulled away and grabbed my hand, leading me out of Ben's house. He hadn't said bye to anyone, so I wasn't sure if that was it, but it didn't bother me if we left now anyway.

We walked along the pavement in silence. He didn't tell me where he was leading us, but we eventually stopped at the park. His face was blank, showing nothing at all. I followed him to the swings and sat on one. Chuckling, he started to push me. I felt like a kid again.

"Oakley, can I ask you something?" He said after pushing me for a minute. He stopped the swing and came around the front to kneel down in front of me. His face was serious, no sign of the laidback and playful Cole I was used to.

I don't like the sound of this. His tone was very much 'we need to talk' and I dreaded what was coming next. He took a deep breath as if he was working up the courage first. "Why don't you text me back?"

That wasn't what I had expected at all and it tore at my heart.

I looked away from him, focusing the outline of a patch of mud in the wood chippings below me. That question wasn't a new one. He'd asked me that thousands of times before, but it was the way he asked it, with so much hope he genuinely thought that I might answer.

_I wish I could._

"Look, I'm sorry, but I don't get it. Why don't you want to communicate with me? Please, is something really wrong? Because, if there is, I promise you, it'll be okay. I'll help you. You just have to tell me," he pleaded.

_Shut up. Bloody shut up!_

I gulped and pressed my lips together to stop myself blurting it out. I wanted to tell him so much. I wanted to talk to him normally, but I _couldn't_. It would hurt too many people. It would hurt my family. I didn't want anyone to know how used and dirty I was, especially not someone as perfect as Cole.

"Oakley, you can tell me. You know that, don't you?"

I nodded once. Of course, I knew that, but it was the _after_ that scared me the most. Telling him the truth was not something I could ever take back. It would be out there forever and rot away at everything that was still good in my life.

Smiling, I looked into his eyes, trying to convince him that everything was all right.

"Are you scared to talk again?"

Scared didn't even begin to cover it. I was absolutely terrified. Being mute was easier. No one could make me talk, so no one could make me tell the truth. I was trapped in here, but it was safer for everyone.

Cole closed his eyes, pained. He looked so sad that it made me feel sick. Being responsible for him being unhappy felt horrible.

He slowly opened his eyes and stroked my cheek with his fingertip. "Whenever you're ready, you can talk to me, okay? Or you can write it down. We all just want to know, so we can help. There are treatments specialists can try."

Frowning in hurt, I looked away from him. _Why do I need to speak or write things down?_ We had managed to have a pretty great friendship for almost sixteen years now, and for almost eleven of them I hadn't said a word.

_Does he want me to speak before he'll consider anything more?_

Tears rushed to my eyes before I could stop them, and Cole groaned.

"Hey, it doesn't bother me; you know that. I just want you to know, I'm here if you need me. I'll drop it now. I don't want to upset you."

I so desperately wanted to ask him if he meant that...and _how much_ he meant it.

Cole sighed and stood up. "Want me to take you home now?"

I shook my head and prayed he really had dropped it. I knew it would come up again, but for now, I just wanted to enjoy the night.

"Okay, I'm pushing you over the top!" He chuckled and walked behind me again.

_Thank God that's over._

"You remember that time you insisted on pushing me on the swing?" he asked. "You pushed so hard that it swung back fast and knocked you over!"

I turned my head and glared at him, which only made him laugh.

"You yelled at me for making it hit you and cried for ages, you big baby."

_Big baby?_ I was only four, and Cole was just six. I still remembered it, as if it happened yesterday. I'd told him it was unfair that he would push me all the time just because I was a girl, so I'd pushed him. I'd hurt my arm when the swing knocked me over. Cole had given me his chocolate buttons to make me feel better.

He pushed me on the swing until I held my hand up, getting an idea. He immediately stopped, and I jumped off, gesturing for him to sit.

"Oh no, I'm not having you fall again and go all whiny on me."

I frowned sternly and pointed to the swing. He was getting on it.

He laughed. "Remember to move when it comes back at you, Oaks, yeah?"

I rolled my eyes but grinned, too. I'd bank that slap I owed him for the nickname to use another time. He got on the swing, and I pushed, not too hard this time so that it wouldn't knock me over. He was much heavier now, obviously, but it was kinda nice to mess around and push him, too.

We fell silent for ages, and then Cole stopped the swing by digging his heels into the ground. "I'm getting hungry. Let's get my car and go to McDonald's for ice cream."

I stepped back at hearing his ice cream plan, and he got off the swing.

With a little smirk, he added, "And if you're a good girl, I'll get you a milkshake, too."

_Idiot._

Once we'd finished eating, he threw our empty cartons in the bin and wrapped his arms around me. I was still sitting on the stool, so we were almost the same height. His chest was pressed against mine, and my legs were over his. I liked it too much.

"It's almost eleven. We need to go soon," he said quietly, rubbing circles on the small of my back.

His fingers brushing against my skin gave me goose bumps. Cole stroked my hair, pushing it behind my ear. With a deep frown, he stood up and held his hand out for me, helping me up.

I blushed as we walked out to the car park. _Would we have kissed again back there? Should I have initiated it?_ It shouldn't be him all the time, but I was far too scared to do it myself.

Stopping at his car, he turned to me and stared into my eyes.

_Just kiss me already!_

He cleared his throat. "Let's get you home before your parents send out a search party."

I opened the car door and got in, feeling deflated. Turning the dial to cold so that the car would start to cool up when he started it, I lay back in the seat.

The car ride home was strangely awkward. I watched him out of the corner of my eye. His grip on the steering wheel was a little too tight, and he was overly concentrating on the road, as if he had to memorise every bloody pothole.

As we pulled up outside my house, I felt disappointed. The night was over. I was about to head back in to reality.

"I'll walk you in," he said as he opened his door.

I practically ran up the path, eager to end the awkwardness. Turning as we approached the front door, I looked up at him. He was standing closer than I'd imagined he would be. We were just inches apart, and I could practically feel the heat radiating from him.

As I reached out to put the key in the lock, he grabbed my hand and spun me back to face him. Our lips touched, and my body felt boneless. The kiss only lasted a couple of seconds, but even after he pulled away, I could still feel the pressure of his lips on mine. Cole smiled as he took the key and opened the door while I just stood there like a complete moron.

I shook my head in a daze and walked inside.

Dad was the only one up, probably waiting for me. "Hi, sweetheart, did you have a good night?" he asked as he looked up from the screen.

I nodded and chewed on my lip.

"Good. Well, I'm going to bed now. You should, too, okay? Good night, Cole."

"Night, Max," Cole replied. He turned to me. "You really had a good time?" He sounded unsure of himself.

I nodded and smiled. _How is that not obvious?_

"Good. I did, too. Well, miss, I should get going. Good night," he said in a fake posh accent, making me grin. He gently kissed my forehead and walked backward, closing my front door.

I gave Dad a quick wave as I quickly ran past him and went up to my room. I stripped out of my clothes, throwing on the first set of pyjamas I saw. Nothing could ruin my mood tonight, not even coming home.

As I wrapped my cover around myself, my phone beeped.

Cole had written.

Night. x

I grinned like a freak and typed a reply I'd never send.

Night, Cole. x

# twelve

## Oakley

In the morning, I woke up to Jasper shaking my arm.

_Can he really not just call my name?_

"Get up. We're being forced to go to Aunt Ali's." He scowled.

Visiting Ali was something we both dreaded. Ali was great though. The problem was my cousin, Lizzie. She was one year older than me and convinced she was going to be the next supermodel.

I doubted anyone had seen her actual face in years. It was trapped under layers of inch-thick makeup. Her hair was bleached a white blonde and sat just above her shoulders in a sleek bob so shiny that it looked like she'd sprayed her hair with polish.

Lizzie strived for perfection. In her eyes, if you weren't perfect, you weren't even worth bothering about. In front of everyone, she was sweet and innocent, but once we were alone, she was bitchy and judgmental. I wasn't her idea of perfection, and she had no issues with letting me know that.

Basically, she was a total cow, and if I never had to see her again, that would be fantastic.

Jasper, seeing the distasteful expression on my face, said, "I know. I'll have a flask of JD. Hit me up if you need a little help." He then turned and left, closing my door on his way out.

I didn't drink, but every visit with Lizzie made me seriously question that decision.

I dressed slowly because the later we arrived there, the better. In the end, Mum yelled up the stairs. After the third time, I figured that was as much as I could drag it out for.

"Oakley, if you can't get up properly in the morning, you won't stay out that late again," she snipped, pointing to my shoes by the front door.

_Really not why I'm late, Mum._

I wouldn't start an argument or give her any ammunition to refuse me late nights. I did as instructed and got my shoes on.

It took just under twenty minutes to get to Aunt Ali's house. We hadn't even gotten out of the car, and I already wanted to go home. As we made our way toward the house, the front door swung open, and Ali rushed out.

Ali and Mum both jumped into each other's arms and laughed. They were close in age and were like best friends as well as sisters. She gave me, Dad, and Jasper a kiss on the cheek and ushered us inside.

Ali's house was really modern. After she'd divorced Lizzie's dad five years ago, she had received a lot of money from the settlement and used it to renovate. The place was decorated with the most expensive everything. The kitchen was stainless steel and looked like it belonged in a swanky restaurant. Every one of the four rooms had en suite bathrooms and walk-in closets. If it weren't for Lizzie, I would look forward to visiting.

Ali led us into the lounge where she had laid out sandwiches and cakes. Lizzie was sitting on the sofa, tapping away on her phone with one hand and running her fingers through her hair with the other.

As soon as she saw us, after a momentary greeting, she launched into chatting about how she was entering a modelling contest that was being held at the local mall and how she was hoping that it would be her big break.

After what felt like half an hour of listening to her drone on about an outfit that cost her over a hundred pounds, Ali told Lizzie to take me upstairs and show it to me. Jasper was grinning as I reluctantly got up. Just because I was a girl didn't mean I was going to go all crazy over a dress.

"It's gorgeous, isn't it?" Lizzie gushed, running her acrylic nails over the fabric of the dress hanging on the outside of her wardrobe.

I nodded in agreement and tried to hide my horror. The neon-pink dress must barely cover her arse.

"You should totally enter the contest! You're not exactly ugly, and you can just, like, nod or something if someone asks you a question. Although you'd need to wear something nice."

I smiled and sat down on my hands as the urge to strangle her grew stronger and stronger. I wasn't a violent person at all, but Lizzie really pushed me sometimes.

"Ooh, how's your gorgeous friend? You totally should have brought him with you." Lizzie fluffed up her hair and smirked at me.

_If she uses the word_ totally _one more time..._

"I decided that I'm definitely gonna be a model. That's why I'm doing the contest," she said, as if I'd asked. "Modelling is more glamorous than acting, you know?"

I forced a smile, not that she looked away from the mirror to see my reaction. Thankfully, my phone buzzed as a text message came through, distracting me from wanting to murder my cousin.

Cole's timing was amazing.

Heard you're at Barbie's! Not killed her yet? Hurry up and come home! x

I smiled and put the phone back in my pocket. I'd go home right now if I could.

At seven thirty in the evening, after a long day of unsuccessfully trying to avoid Lizzie as much as possible, Mum finally said five beautiful words, "It's time to go home."

I could have kissed her; I felt that relieved.

Jasper and I were out the door and in the car before Mum could blink.

Waving good-bye to Ali and Lizzie, my body relaxed, and I lay back against the headrest.

Jasper let out a deep sigh and did the same. "Thank God that's over," he muttered.

I nodded in agreement.

Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into our drive. Cole appeared out from his front door, as if he'd been watching for us to get home.

"Mind if I steal her?" he called across our neighbour's garden when we got out of the car.

"Back by eleven, Oakley," Dad sternly told me.

Cole grinned as he approached, and the little dimple at the side of his mouth became more pronounced.

_So cute._

"I'll walk her home just before," he told my dad as he grabbed my hand.

My heart skipped a full beat at the feel of his hand in mine. Cole eagerly pulled me into his house and up the stairs to his room. He pointed to the bed, put a DVD on, and walked back out without a word. He was probably getting drinks and a snack.

I glanced at the movie he'd chosen, sat on the bed, and groaned internally. _The Hills Have Eyes_. I hated gory films. The sight of blood made me feel sick. _Is he trying to make me throw up in front of him?_

I got under his cover and pulled my knees up. If I was going to make it through the film, I'd need to be able to hide. I grabbed his pillow and wedged it between my chest and legs where I could tuck my head into it. He was absolutely doing this on purpose.

Laughter burst from Cole as he came back into the room and saw my position.

_I don't care._

He sat beside me with the bowl of popcorn on his lap and a bottle of Coke lying between us.

"It's not even started, you big baby," he teased, shuffling closer so that our shoulders were touching.

"Was Lizzie her usual charming self?"

_Oh, yes._ I nodded.

Cole knew what she was like. I thought, deep down, everyone did, but they never really said anything to her about her behaviour because she would probably flip out.

"She's just jealous of you."

My head snapped up to look at him in utter shock. I sceptically raised my eyebrows. _What on earth is there for her to be jealous about?_

"I'm serious, Oakley. You're smart, kind, considerate, thoughtful, and unbelievably beautiful," he whispered, looking into my eyes. "Don't ever let anyone make you think otherwise."

I couldn't breathe. My lungs had deflated. That was _so_ sweet. No one had ever said anything like that to me before--well, besides Mum, and she was too biased for that to count.

He slowly closed the distance between us. His eyes locked on my lips for a second, and he tangled his fingers in my hair. My breath caught in my throat as his nose grazed mine, and his lips parted. Cole was so close that I could taste his minty breath and smell the shower gel he'd used.

He finally angled forward and brushed his lips against mine. Less than a second later, he pulled away and stared into my eyes. I felt weightless, like gravity had been turned off and I could just float away.

His forehead creased as he frowned in concentration.

_What's he trying to figure out? If this --us--would be worth it? _

Whatever it was, he must've found the answer because he leant forward again and kissed me. He led, taking control. He bit and sucked until I was so wound up that I felt like I was about to implode. I couldn't understand what was happening to me.

Cole made my whole body feel hot, like my blood was boiling. I wanted to be closer to him even though we were already pressed against each other. He was everything to me. I trusted him with my life, but I wasn't sure if I could take things any further than this right now. Or ever.

Surrendering to the new and confusing feelings, I dug my fingers into his back and held him tighter. Whatever was going to happen, I'd deal with it. Right now, I just wanted to feel.

He ran his hands through my hair, holding my head against his, possessing and controlling in a way that I was shocked to find I enjoyed. But when his tongue grazed my bottom lip, I froze. He wanted in. It was an intrusion, and no matter how good I felt, it scared me to death.

Cole pulled back, his eyes wide with worry. "What? Are you okay?"

My stomach started doing flips. I wasn't sure if it was good or bad, so I just concentrated on him--the way his head was still tilted slightly to the side from kissing me and his deep blue eyes that were staring at me with so much intensity.

_This is Cole!_ I scolded myself.

He would never hurt me or try to make me go beyond than I was comfortable with.

I smiled and gripped the back of his T-shirt, giving him permission to kiss me again. He didn't need any more encouragement. His lips pressed against mine. I didn't feel scared anymore.

Cole's tongue stayed firmly in his own mouth, as he must have realised I needed to take things a little slower. I ran my hands up his back until I got to his hair. My fingers knotted in the light-brown mess. Cole moaned in response, making my heart leap in both a good and bad way.

He pulled away and smiled. "You okay?" he whispered in a quiet, husky voice.

_Wow._

His lips were a little red and slightly swollen, but mine probably looked the same. I didn't care. I nodded in response to his question and tried not to show just how overly happy I was feeling. I would probably just look desperate. I probably did.

"Um, do you want to watch something else? We can find one of those crappy chick flicks if you want?" He bit his lip and nodded toward the TV.

We both knew he didn't want to watch anything, but I thought he was trying not to push me. I shook my head. Honestly, he had been kissing me, so TV could go to hell for all I cared.

Someone knocked on the door, breaking our moment. I jumped up, pressing my back against the wall. Cole laughed at me and shouted for whomever it was to come in.

Mia opened the door and walked in with a huge grin on her face.

_Do I look like I've just been snogged senseless?_

"Hi," she chirped, smirking in amusement. "So...what are you guys up to?"

_Yes, she definitely knows._

"Watching a film," Cole replied, pressing play on the stupid horror. He was such a bad liar though. No one would believe we were just watching TV from the smug look on his face.

"Mmhmm," she sang. "Of course you were."

Her voice was playful, but my face still burst into flames. Mia made herself comfortable as she sat on Cole's bed and started a conversation. I loved Mia like a sister, but I really wanted to be alone with Cole again.

"Oh, I love this film, and since you were only watching TV..." She trailed off, grinning.

If looks could kill, Cole would've just murdered his sister.

Cole and I sat back and watched the awful film in silence. Neither one of us glanced at Mia's triumphant face the entire time.

By the end of the movie, it was time for me to go home. Mia skipped out, giggling and blowing us a kiss.

"I'd better walk you back, I guess," Cole grumbled.

I reluctantly stood up and smiled. We both walked back to my house at a snail's pace.

Cole wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Home just in time, Miss Farrell," he said in his mock posh accent as he bowed his head.

I nudged his shoulder.

The atmosphere turned intense as we looked into each other's eyes.

_Come on, Cole, are you going to kiss me or not?_

He took the key, put it in the lock, and kissed me on the forehead before he opened the door. He dangled the key in front of me, and I took it back, appreciatively smiling at him.

"You're welcome, Oaks. See you tomorrow." He winked at me, jumping back before I could hit him for shortening my name again.

Shaking my head, I closed the front door, giving him a wave out of the window next to it before he started walking back home.

"Well, well, well. What time do you call this, young lady?" Jasper said dramatically.

I looked up at the clock and then back to Jasper, raising my eyebrows. I was actually five minutes early.

"You and I are gonna have a little chat about you staying out all night with strange men!"

_He must have been dropped on his head as a baby._

I walked past him.

"Wait," he called after me as I got to the bottom of the stairs. "Is everything okay?"

I turned around and nodded, frowning, wondering where he was going with this conversation.

"You did use protection, didn't you?"

Gasping, I spun away from him and stomped upstairs without acknowledging his stupid comment. _Why did he even say that?_

He knew things with Cole weren't like that. I could still hear him laughing as I shut my bedroom door. It really wasn't funny at all.

The second I got into bed, my phone beeped with Cole's usual nightly text. At least, with Cole's texts, I could end every day on a high. 

# thirteen

## Oakley

That night, I barely slept at all. I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, overthinking everything that had been happening with Cole. I really liked him. Too much. So much that it would crush me if it all went to hell.

I prayed he felt the same. His actions had suggested that he did, but I was so out of my depth here, and I didn't really know what to think. _If he can also be friends with me for the nearly eleven years I've not said a word, my silence wouldn't matter to him if we were actually together, right?_

Sighing in frustration, I turned on my side and squeezed my eyes shut. Second-guessing myself every two seconds was driving me crazy.

I woke up about an hour later to my phone alarm beeping loudly. Quickly turning it off, I forced myself to get out of bed and not hit the Snooze button for five more minutes. I was still tired from barely sleeping, and I felt like crap. Today wasn't starting great, but I had a feeling a certain blue-eyed boy could change that.

After a long, hot shower, I got dressed and went downstairs for a much-needed hot chocolate. I rarely drank tea or coffee. Hot chocolate was the drink that turned me into a human in the mornings.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Dad chirped, looking up from behind his paper.

_Why is he so cheerful?_ I smiled meekly, sleepily waving at him. Then, I grabbed the biggest mug I could find and made a hot chocolate.

"Didn't sleep well?"

Sleeping well wasn't something I really did anymore, but last night had been better and worse. I had gotten even less sleep, but my mind had been filled with something else. Something good.

I shook my head and sat down opposite him, wrapping my hands around my boiling drink. Dad's eyes bored into me, but I pretended I didn't notice and focused on flicking through one of Mum's _Better Homes and Gardens_ magazines.

"Hey, Oaks," Cole sang loudly and cheerfully as he walked into the kitchen. My heart jumped at the sound of his voice.

I smiled, so grateful he was with me now, too. I didn't like being alone with Dad. I could never quite predict his behaviour and how I should act.

Cole's smile lit up his blue eyes as he sat down beside me. He took my mug and stole a sip of my hot chocolate.

_How is he up and out so early?_ I guessed he had slept properly last night and hadn't spent hours stressing over what had been happening between us. I looked a mess. My damp blond hair rivalled a bird's nest - a badly made one - and my eyes portrayed how little sleep I'd had.

I frowned and pressed my head against the table, making Dad and Cole laugh.

"Hurry up and finish your drink. Mia said we're leaving in fifteen minutes." Cole gave me the drink back.

_Why did I agree to go shopping again?_

Taking two large gulps, I handed the rest to Cole and made myself go and get dressed.

I always wondered if Cole would believe me if I ever did manage to tell him everything or if Dad was right and everyone would believe him.

As much as I wanted to trust that Cole would choose to have faith in me, I could _never_ risk it. In just over two years, I would be eighteen and could leave home. There was no point in ripping my family apart and hurting so many people when I'd leave soon anyway.

I quickly got ready and sprinted downstairs.

Cole stood as he saw me enter the kitchen. "See you later, Max," he said as he made his way toward me.

"Bye, kids. Have fun," Dad called after us.

"Ready for this?" Cole asked, scrunching his nose up.

I nodded and smiled. _Well, sort of anyway._

Mia was waiting for us in the car outside my house, impatiently tapping the steering wheel. I jumped in the front seat and stuck my tongue out at Cole. He suggestively raised an eyebrow, which set my bloody face on fire.

"Morning," Mia greeted me before launching into rattling off her shopping list.

Today was going to be _long_.

Cole followed us into the first two shops, and I could tell that he was already bored. Unsurprisingly, as soon as we stopped at the swimwear, he brightened up.

"The little blue one," he quietly whispered in my ear, discreetly pointing to a light-blue bikini with a white polka-dot pattern.

_Wow, when he said little, he wasn't joking._

I smiled shyly and picked it up. _Oh God, I'm buying something for a guy. Should I? Is this really for him?_ Yes, it kind of was, but it was different because I _wanted_ to look nice for him. He wasn't forcing me to wear anything. I had a choice.

Avoiding eye contact with him, I stepped to the side to pick out a pair of flip-flops. I also picked up a few tops, maxi dresses, shorts, and new sunglasses. Cole leant against the wall near the changing room and played on his phone. Two other men were standing near him, all with the same bored look on their faces. Clothing shops needed to open a crèche for men.

"Oakley," Mia squealed, holding up two short halter neck dresses, one in salmon pink and the other yellow, with a look of indecision on her face.

I pointed to the yellow. Always yellow.

"Thanks!" she shouted, slamming the pink one down on the rail and flicking through the skirts beside it.

She was going all out. Cole looked like he just wanted out.

We shopped all morning and had almost everything we needed for the holiday. Throughout the day, Cole would stroke my hand or the small of my back, making it hard for me to concentrate on anything else. He'd gone off a couple of times on his own, but he'd come back not long after.

"Can we _please_ eat now?" he whined for the hundredth time as we walked out of another shop with all our bags.

Mia growled in frustration and pointed to KFC. "If we feed you, will you promise to stop the whining?"

Cole grinned. "Yep."

We made our way into the restaurant. Cole went up to order while Mia and I found a table.

"So, what happened last night?" she asked me as soon as we were away from Cole.

My mouth went dry. I hadn't expected her to come right out and ask that.

She laughed at me and rolled her eyes. "Don't look so worried! He hasn't said a word to me. He was just _really, really_ happy, so I figured something had happened between you two."

_He's really, really happy?_ I bit the inside of my mouth to stop myself from smiling.

Squealing, she clapped her hands together. "He finally told you then?"

_Told me what?_

"They're bringing your burger over, Mia, since your order's so awkward!" Cole said as he placed a tray of food and drinks down in front of us.

_No! Why? He has the worst timing ever. Finally told me what? I need to know --like, now._

Mia laughed and grabbed her chips. She never had mayonnaise or lettuce on her chicken burger, but for some reason, it took longer for them to prepare a burger that had less on it. Cole sat down next to me and immediately started stuffing food into his mouth. I ate at a normal speed and tried to keep a straight face as Cole stroked my knee while having a stupid argument with his sister.

Mia wanted her on-off boyfriend, Chris, to come on holiday with us. The only problem was that everyone else hated him. I never got why Mia would take Chris back after every time he'd cheated on her. Or why he had done it in the first place.

As they argued, my mind kept flitting back to Mia's words.

_"He finally told you then?"_

_Why did she say that and not at least finish the rest in a discreet text message?_ I was dying here.

Cole's hand waving in front of my face made me jump and snap out of my obsessive thoughts. "Welcome back." He smiled. "Kerry and Ben are going to watch a movie tonight. Do you want to go, too?"

I shrugged casually, letting him know I was cool with that. What we did didn't matter.

"Yeah? Great. I'll pick you up at seven. We're eating before. We should get going. Mia's waiting in the car."

_Waiting in the car?_ I looked up, and sure enough, we were alone. _Whoa, I really did zone out._ Cole was messing with my mind.

I stood up and chucked my rubbish on the tray Cole was holding out.

We started to walk out of the building and toward the car park when he put his hand on my back again. "Oh, we're seeing that new paranormal film, by the way."

_No. Come on!_ I stopped and glared at him.

"Sorry, you've already agreed." He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "You'll be fine. I won't let the _film_ attack you."

"There you two are!" Mia exclaimed. "I was about to come find you." She opened the boot, so I could shove my bags in. "Let's go. I'm going out with Chris tonight."

_You can do better_ , I wanted to say, but even if I did, it wouldn't change a thing.

Mia didn't listen to anyone when it came to Chris. She had to realise on her own that she was worth a million of him.

"You get everything, Oakley?" Cole asked, poking his head between the front seats once we were on our way.

Nodding, I turned to him and smiled.

Soon enough, I'd be in Italy, lying on the beach with Cole. _Wait, on a beach in my bikini with Cole._ I suddenly felt self-conscious. He'd seen me wear bikinis a thousand times before, but it was different this time. We'd kissed. Our relationship was changing.

_Don't overthink._

I did gymnastics regularly, so that kept me fit. _But what if it isn't enough?_ My body wasn't womanly. I didn't have proper hips, and my breasts were a small B cup. _Now that he's seeing me differently, will he notice that? Would it bother him if he did?_

Mia stopped outside my house. "Now, get your stuff and go," she joked, making me grin.

Cole helped me get my bags out of the boot and walked them to my house for me. Dad came out of the house just as we had put all my bags down on the floor.

"How long do you think we're going for?" he teased, shaking his head.

"You should see the amount of crap Mia got!" Cole replied.

"Women, eh?" Dad picked up all the bags and turned to me. "Come on then, love. You need to spend some time with me and your mum if you're going out again tonight. We've barely seen you."

_That's the point._

_And how does he know that I'm going out?_

Cole must have asked him before he'd asked me. I couldn't wait until the day when I didn't need to get Dad's permission to do anything.

"See you later." Cole smiled and headed back to Mia's car.

I waved to them both and went inside.

"Your mum's making cakes, and she wants help. I'll warn you now that she's planning your birthday party." He put the bags down on the sofa and gestured for me to go in the kitchen.

When Dad was like that, joking around, it made me hopeful.

Perhaps now that it was all over, we could be a normal family again. I still loved the dad I remembered from _before_. I still wanted him to be who he'd once been to me. If he could just be that person, everything would be okay. Our family would be okay. I could live in silence for our family.

Reluctantly, I went in and sat down at the table. A birthday party was the last thing I wanted.

"Oh, I've got so many ideas, honey! You want to have it here, or we could hire somewhere? How many people do you want to invite? What colour scheme?" Mum gushed.

I frowned and looked down at the table. _Why couldn't she just accept that I'm not the popular, social daughter she wants?_ I would never get excited over a party or an outfit.

"Come on, love, it's your sweet sixteen! We have to do something special. Please, please, let me organise this party?" Mum pleaded, looking at me with hopeful round eyes.

_Great._

Groaning internally, I nodded in agreement. She squealed and leapt forward, squeezing me tight. I couldn't say no to her. She deserved to throw me a party after all the hurt and guilt I had caused her. Mum blamed herself for me not speaking. I'd heard her crying over me so many times. The very least I could do was give her this.

"It'll be amazing," she promised.

_Like hell it will._

Dad chuckled deeply. "You should hear some of her ideas. Chocolate fountains and candy floss machines. Just remember, it's a party for Oakley and not yourself, Sarah."

Mum dismissively waved her hand at him. "Hush. You're a man. The only part of this that concerns you is when it comes to the payment."

"As in most things," he countered, mixing the buttercream icing for the cupcakes.

I grabbed the chocolate shavings and started sprinkling them over the cakes they had already iced.

After decorating twenty-four cupcakes and listening to Mum go on about my stupid birthday party, I went upstairs to get ready to go out.

I froze as I suddenly realised why this trip seemed like more than just another day out to Cole. This wasn't a normal trip to the cinema. _Oh God, this is a date. How have I not noticed sooner?_ There was being inexperienced in romance and then being plain stupid.

But now knowing it was a date made me nervous, so much so that I instantly felt sick. _What do I wear? Should I dress up?_ Swinging my wardrobe doors open, I frantically searched through my clothes. My wardrobe was fairly plain. I chucked aside any skirts or dresses even though they were long and more casual than dressy. I didn't want to look like I'd tried too hard. _Do I? No, I don't._

I shook my head after fifteen minutes of looking through everything I owned over and over. Cole wouldn't care what I wore anyway. I grabbed a nice white top with diamantes scattered over the front and dark wash jeans, and I put them on before I changed my mind.

We would just be eating and going to the cinema. _Casual, it is._

When it was ten minutes to seven, I brushed my hair and applied some lip balm. I heard the front door open and knew it would be Cole ready to take me on a date.

It didn't seem real.

Minutes later, my bedroom door opened, and my stomach fizzed with excited nerves. Cole walked in, wearing jeans and a black T-shirt.

_How can he be dressed so casually but look so incredible?_

"Hey," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "You look nice. No, I mean, amazing." He frowned to himself and shook his head.

I reached up and kissed his cheek, making him smile.

"Let's go."

We walked out to his car, and just as I was about to get in, he called my name. I turned around to face him and gasped. He was standing right in front of me. My breath caught in my throat as he gently kissed me on the lips.

"You really do look beautiful," he whispered, stroking my arm with his thumb and reaching to open the car door for me with his other hand.

I smiled happily.

Once in the car, I started to relax. He didn't look like he'd spent ages stressing over what to wear. We'd done dinner and a movie plenty of times before, so it was time for me to chill and go with the flow. Cole gazed at me out of the corner of his eye as he drove to the restaurant, and I pretended not to notice.

"It's Chinese. That's okay, right?" he asked as we pulled into the car park opposite Golden King Chinese restaurant.

_Too late if it wasn't!_

Chinese was one of my favourites anyway, so I nodded enthusiastically. My stomach suddenly called out for food in a gurgle.

Cole chuckled. "Hungry?"

Blushing, I nodded and got out of the car. Kerry and Ben were waiting by the entrance, smiling at each other. They only turned away as we approached.

"Hey," Kerry chirped. Immediately, she started talking at a hundred miles an hour. She grabbed my hand, pulling me ahead of Cole and Ben.

"So, how's it going? You two _actually_ together yet? It's so sweet, how he looks at you," she whispered so quietly that I barely caught any of it.

I smiled and shook my head.

"Don't worry. It'll happen soon. Cole's crazy about you."

_Crazy about me?_ I was really, really okay with that.

Kerry had requested a table in the corner, so we could have some privacy. As I had hoped, Cole sat next to me and grabbed the menu, wasting no time in deciding what to eat.

"You having sweet and sour chicken?" he asked, absentmindedly scanning the menu.

It was pointless; we always had the same thing.

I nodded and pointed to the egg fried rice, too.

"Cool. I'm getting the beef chow mein, so we can share."

I was having so much fun already, and we hadn't even ordered our drinks yet. A week ago, I hadn't even had my first kiss, and now, I was on a double date with the guy I'd liked for forever.

Kerry and Ben were great, and I was having the best time, mostly due to the fact that Cole kept stroking the back of my hand under the table.

"We need to go to the toilet, Oakley," Kerry announced. She jumped up so fast that she almost knocked her chair over and hit a server.

I frowned. _Why we?_ I'd not done the going-to-the-toilet-in-a-pair thing since I was old enough to go alone. _What teen can't pee by themselves?_

Kerry ushered me to the toilets, pushing me forward, as if we were in a hurry. I wasn't that naive enough to think we were actually going to the toilet. She wanted to talk.

_Great._

As soon as the door closed behind us, she turned to me. "Ben asked me to be his girlfriend! Can you believe that?"

I nodded. What I couldn't believe was that it had taken him so long.

She spent the next two minutes revealing the details. He'd bought her pink roses and asked her to be his girlfriend right before we came out tonight. Every word she spoke rolled into the next as she tried to get the whole story out as quickly as she could. Her excitement was infectious, and I couldn't help smiling with her.

"So"--she took a breath--"has Cole seriously not asked you yet?"

_Again, no!_

She was impatient. I shook my head, and her face fell a little.

"Well, what's taking him so long? It's not like he doesn't want to, duh. It's so obvious. Don't worry; he'll do it soon. I can tell," she said, giving me a wink.

It really didn't bother me--well, not too much anyway. I was happy to take things slowly. Rushing into a relationship when I was only just getting used to all these teenage hormones wasn't smart.

"Has he kissed you again?"

I flushed and nodded. He had kissed me quite a lot actually.

Kerry squealed. "Aw, it's so cute. OMG, we're gonna be friends-in-law!"

_What?_ I grinned in amusement and bit my lip. _Friends-in-law. Is that even a thing?_

"Anyway, we should get back. Come on!"

Again, I was pulled along. I couldn't be mad with her. I had a feeling she'd gotten away with a lot as a child because it was impossible to be angry with her.

When we got back to the table, Cole and Ben were chatting about football--my least favourite subject.

"You survived then," Cole whispered as I sat down, careful to turn his head so that Kerry wouldn't hear.

I laughed softly. She wasn't annoying at all.

He draped his arm over the back of my chair and kissed the side of my head. His lips against my hair gave me goose bumps.

_Don't grin too wide, or you'll look like a desperate idiot._

After dinner and listening to Kerry talk about the hottest celebs for forty-five minutes, we made our way to the cinema. Cole held my hand as we picked up our tickets. I wasn't looking forward to watching the film, but I was just glad to go out on a double date like a normal teenager.

The cinema was small and old. Since the new chain cinema had opened up in town, this one had become much quieter. It probably wouldn't be long before it closed down entirely. I loved it though. The stained carpet, lingering smell of popcorn, and ripped seats felt homely and welcoming.

Cole stroked my knuckles with his thumb to get my attention. "You sure you don't mind seeing this? We can find something else if you'd prefer."

I shook my head and awkwardly took the ticket he had been holding out for me with the hand I was holding my drink with. As stupid as it sounded, I didn't want to let go of his hand.

"Okay." He smiled and nudged me toward the door signed _Screen Two_.

There were only two screens. I could count on one hand the amount of people who were in the cinema, and that included the four of us.

"We're going to the back," Kerry announced, bounding up the stairs.

Cole carried our popcorn, eating some from the box with just his mouth. I grinned as I realised he was doing it because he didn't want to let go of my hand. When we reached the top of the stairs and walked to the end of the row where Kerry had already settled down, I dropped my hand from his to pull my seat down.

"Scared yet?" he whispered in my ear three seconds after the film had started.

I raised an eyebrow, which made him chuckle quietly.

About twenty minutes into the film, that music started, the one where you _knew_ something bad was going to happen but not when or what. Shyness didn't even register with me as I grabbed Cole's hand and gripped hard.

I jumped up on the seat as some ghostlike creature popped out from nowhere on the screen.

_This is no longer fun._ Hugging my legs with the other arm, I hid behind my knees.

My heart was beating too fast as that music blared out from the speakers again. A door, or something that sounded like a door, slammed in the film, and I jumped again. I couldn't watch anymore. I picked a spot just below the screen and concentrated on it.

"Wanna do something tomorrow? Just us?" he whispered into my ear.

I nodded and lifted the armrest that separated us. Leaning against his side, I felt safer. Spending time alone with him was definitely something I wanted.

"Cool."

Yeah, it really was cool.

# fourteen

## Oakley

"That was _awesome_! I loved the part where she was drowned in the bath!" Kerry exclaimed as we made our way out of the cinema.

Oddly enough, that was not my favourite part.

"So, where to now, guys?" she asked.

Cole's eyebrows pulled together in a frown. I could tell he didn't want to do anything else as a group.

Ben must have noticed his reluctance because he nodded once and turned to Kerry. "We're goin' back to mine," he said.

It was clear from the smirk that they were much further along in their relationship than me and Cole.

"Later, guys," Kerry said, giving us a wave as she practically pulled Ben by the collar.

I didn't think I could _ever_ be that forward.

Cole let out a sigh of relief as we waved back. "I know they're my friends, but I just want to be alone with you," he whined. "Ice cream now, Miss Farrell?"

Grinning, I fell against his side and pushed him in the direction of his car.

"Thought so!"

It was too late for the café, so we went to McDonald's and sat in his car, eating McFlurries--two each. Cole didn't make conversation as we ate because it was warm out, and we needed to eat them before the ice cream melted, but the silence was comfortable. I was so confused with the atmosphere between us flipping and changing every few bloody minutes.

"You okay? We can go somewhere else if you're bored."

I shook my head, unable to recall one single moment when I was bored while spending time with him. God, if he could read my thoughts, he'd think I was a proper stalker.

He suddenly laughed at something. His gorgeous blue eyes turned evil, and I knew he was about to do something to me. It wasn't going to be kissing me either. It was something mean. He pulled a heaped spoonful of ice cream out of the tub.

_Ah, no._ I watched his lips curled into the cutest smile.

My eyes widened, and I held my hands up in surrender.

I really didn't want to be all sticky and gross on my first date with the guy I was utterly crazy about. Before I could blink, he flicked the spoon, sending the ice cream flying at me. It landed on my top with a soft thud and fell onto my lap. Gasping, I swung the car door open and hopped out of the car.

_Oh, you're going down, Benson!_

Cole's laughter blocked out the sound of a group of teens shouting and messing around outside McDonald's and the couple arguing in a car nearby. After brushing the remains of the freezing cold ice cream from my clothes, I scooped up some of mine and flicked it at him through the door.

Surprisingly, despite my rubbish aim, it landed on his chest. He stopped laughing immediately and looked down at the ice cream and chocolate sauce running down his T-shirt.

_Ha!_

"You need to run," he warned, slowly putting his ice cream down on the dashboard.

With my heart flying in my chest, I sprinted off, desperate to get away before he got his revenge.

Cole's footsteps thudded behind me, getting louder by the second. He wouldn't be too far behind now. Adrenaline pumped through my body.

_Faster!_

Pushing my legs harder, I managed to increase my speed. It wasn't enough. I knew it wouldn't be. Cole's arm wound around my waist, and we stumbled over each other's feet and fell to the ground.

"Too slow!" he exclaimed, rolling me over and pinning me to the grass.

I couldn't move at all. I wanted to struggle, but I didn't. I kept my eyes on him, needing to know it was only him.

_He would never hurt you. It's Cole. Breathe. He's not them. Breathe!_

I sucked in a rush of air as my dizzy head spun.

_In and out. Count to ten. Breathe._

My racing pulse showed no signs of slowing down, and the more I looked into Cole's eyes, the better that racing felt. I was okay. I'd gotten through it. Now having Cole pinning me down wasn't bringing back memories that I tried to bury every second of every day.

I started to enjoy it.

"What are you gonna do now, huh?"

Gulping, I tried to work that out for myself. I didn't usually like being held down, but it was different with Cole. This was playful, and it was natural to mess around with him. But I felt like I shouldn't want to be close to anyone ever again. I should, at least, not let Cole get close to me. For his sake.

"You okay?" He let go of my wrists and sat up.

Relief flooded my system as I was freed. It didn't feel wrong, but it was definitely something that would take a little time to get used to.

Sitting up next to him, I smiled reassuringly. Technically, he hadn't done anything wrong. He smiled and slowly lowered his head toward mine. His eyes danced with excitement before they closed as his lips sealed over mine.

I was falling again.

His fingers stroked along my jaw and cupped the back of my neck. He groaned and pressed his mouth to mine more firmly. I loved everything he did to me when we kissed. I felt healed. It wouldn't last, but it didn't need to. He gave me _everything_ when he kissed me.

I pulled away when I couldn't take all my crazy hormones anymore. Things between us could easily get out of hand, and I had to stay in control.

As usual, time had gotten away from us, and we had to get back.

"Come on then," he said, giving me one last flutter of a kiss.

My God, I was falling for him at an alarming rate.

We walked to his car, leaving to get me home on time. _Why can't this night last just a bit longer?_

Cole's hand never left mine as we travelled back in silence.

Dad was sitting in the lounge, watching television, when I walked in. He'd been waiting up for me again, no doubt. I always wondered if he waited up because he was concerned about me or worried that I'd told someone.

"Did you have a good time?" He switched the TV off with the remote, giving me his full attention.

I folded my arms over my chest and nodded.

"Glad to hear it. Come on, bedtime."

Though he'd turned to me and spoken to me, he hadn't actually looked me in the eyes once.

_Something's wrong._ My stomach churned with nervous anticipation. I wanted to turn around and run to Cole's. Of course, I couldn't, so I followed Dad upstairs.

He stayed just one step behind me. I focused on the painting at the top of the stairs, wrapped my arms around myself harder, and held my breath. My skin prickled with goose bumps of the bad kind.

_What's happening?_

At the top of the stairs, Dad cleared his throat. I turned to the side, so he could see some of my face. I waited.

"Night, love," he said, kissing the top of my head before going into his room.

As soon as his door was shut, I dashed into my room and took a deep breath. My nerves were fried. I ripped my clothes off and got into bed.

Cole's nightly text arrived seconds later, momentarily taking my mind off of Dad.

_Something is going on._

I woke in the morning, feeling happier than I had in a very long time. Things were looking up, and I was, for the first time, feeling hopeful for the future. My date with Cole had put me in a great mood. Tonight, we would be doing something with just us, too. I felt like nothing could pop my happy little bubble. But something usually did, so I tried to keep myself grounded.

As I skipped downstairs, my parents' muffled voices became louder until I could hear them clearly.

"I don't get why you're against this, Max! This might be the thing that works. She might be able to get through to our daughter!" Mum snapped.

I held my breath and pressed my back against the wall to try to disappear.

"She won't go to the doctor, Sarah!" Dad replied slowly. "You can't force her. We've tried that, and you saw what it did to her."

Sliding down the wall, I wrapped my arms around my legs. My pulse hammered in my ears.

Last time Mum had tried taking me to the doctor, I had been _so_ scared. Dad had stood behind her in the kitchen, calmly giving me _that_ look, the look I didn't _ever_ dare disobey. I'd completely broken down, and I couldn't breathe, having a panic attack. I could still remember how tight my chest felt right before I'd passed out.

Mum sighed heavily. "I won't let her get like that again. Are you coming with me or not?"

_Please say no. Please say no._

"I won't do that to her. I'm not tricking my daughter into this. You remember what the child psychologist said. We shouldn't push her. Oakley will ask for help whenever she is ready for it. When Oakley is ready, Sarah, _not_ you."

"Do you even want her to get better?" Mum snapped angrily. Her voice was sharp and high-pitched.

I flinched at how harsh she sounded.

"How can you even ask me that? Of course I do, but I will _not_ force her into this. Whatever is going on with her, it will be all right. We'll deal with it, whatever happens. Whether she wants help to speak again or not, she's our daughter. If she's happy, that's all that matters to me," he reasoned.

I actually believed what he was saying. He was that good at lying. Dad was smooth, charming, well liked, and well respected by everyone who knew him.

_You know that no one would ever believe you over him._

"I'm sorry." Mum sighed, and everything went quiet. "I just want to find out what's wrong. I thought it would get easier, but it only gets harder."

Her voice was muffled, as if she was speaking against something. Dad's shoulder maybe.

_He's comforting her while knowing the truth. Again._

"I'm still going to take her..." she said. "Don't, Max. If she starts panicking like before, we'll turn around and come straight home. I can't just sit back and do nothing."

_I wish she would._

Every time she'd tried to help me, it ended with her crying and me feeling like crap. For everyone's sake, she needed to give it up.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up off the floor with shaking legs. Listening to their argument about me was getting to be too much. I swallowed the lump in my throat and ran my fingers through my hair.

_I can do this. Act normal._

_Damaged goods will never be normal._

As I walked into the kitchen, they both turned and smiled at me, as if nothing had happened.

Mum discreetly wiped a tear from her cheek and said, "Morning, sweetheart. Hot chocolate?"

I nodded and sat down at the table. Mum and Dad exchanged a this-isn't-over look, and neither one of them could look me in the eyes. That was getting to be more and more of a regular thing with Dad, but Mum didn't usually have an issue with it.

"Croissants are in the oven. They shouldn't be long," she said as made me a drink. She was feeling guilty.

"I'm going to have a shower," Dad informed us.

He walked out of the kitchen. His posture was tense, so I knew he didn't want to be around us.

_Fine by me._

"How was your date last night?"

_How did she know it was a date? Did Cole tell her?_

I frowned and shook my head. She went from needing to fix me so desperately that it brought her to tears to asking about my night.

"It wasn't a date?" Her face fell. "Oh. Well, did you have a nice time anyway?"

Jasper came downstairs at the right moment, and Mum closed her mouth. I wasn't sure why I kept it from her. Perhaps it was the fear of having my time with Cole restricted and plagued with rules if they knew we were more than friends.

"Mornin'," Jasper muttered, rubbing his eyes. "I'm starving, Mum."

She rolled her eyes. "Sit down."

"You good?" he asked me as he sat opposite me.

I gave him my most reassuring smile and idly wondered how he would react if he knew the truth. Out of everyone, I thought Jasper would most likely believe me. Although there was a three-year-age gap between us and he annoyed the hell out of me, we were close. That also meant I didn't ever want him to find out. I wouldn't be able to cope if he didn't believe me. Closing my eyes, I swallowed the slicing pain at the thought of my brother telling me I was a liar.

"So, what's everyone doing today?" Jasper asked. He stuffed a hot croissant, fresh from the oven, into his mouth.

I waited for him to react to the heat and spit it back onto his plate, but he didn't. _Is his mouth made of steel?_

"I'm taking Oakley to gymnastics and then going food shopping," Mum replied, briefly smiling at Jasper, while she busied herself with buttering the rest of the croissants. "What about you?"

"Computer," he mumbled before stuffing more food into his mouth.

"You could look for a part-time job," Mum suggested.

Jasper scrunched his nose up.

Mum rolled her eyes. "Or not."

_Lazy shit._ It was my parents' fault though. They'd said they'd support us while we were in full-time education. Jasper was going to string that out for as long as possible, no doubt.

"So, I was thinking we could go clothes shopping on Thursday? I need some final things for the holiday and thought it would be nice for us both to get our nails done," Mum said to me.

_So, the doctor's appointment is on Thursday._ I nodded my head and picked at my food, no longer feeling hungry.

_How am I going to get myself out of this one?_

"Great," she beamed. "Now, eat up. We've got to leave in half an hour."

Once I had managed to force down half of a croissant, I went to get ready for gymnastics. I couldn't wait to get there and get lost in throwing my body around. Gymnastics was an escape that I longed for every day. I loved how all my thoughts would disappear, and all that was left would be the version of me I wished I could always be.

We left Jasper shouting at some video game and drove to my gym class.

Mum dropped me off and called out the window, "Have a good time. I'll see you when you get home."

I waved over my shoulder as I made my way into the tired building. Cole was going to pick me up after practice, and we were going to do something together. Alone together. For the first time ever, I wanted gymnastics to be over.

Marcus worked us hard, as usual, and I loved every second.

"That was great, Oakley!" Marcus exclaimed. "You nailed it! Go again."

Nodding, I ran around to the other end of the beam to start again. Adrenaline pumped through my body. I could do this all day.

By the time our hour was up, I was ready for bed. But I had something much better to do.

"All right, guys, same time Monday night!" Marcus shouted, dismissing us all.

I sprinted to the changing rooms and took a quick shower. I didn't want to be hot and sweaty for whatever Cole had planned. The girls stopped to gossip, but today, I didn't have time to pretend to socialise. I changed into some fresh clothes and tried to tame my messy hair. Looking in the mirror, I groaned. My hair looked worse than a bird's nest.

"Need a hairbrush?" Jade, a gym friend, offered, handing hers out.

I smiled gratefully and dragged it through the unruly blonde mass. When I finished, I placed it down in front of where she was applying her eyeliner and nodded once in thanks.

"You're welcome," she mumbled, looking in the mirror with intense concentration. Her bat wings had to be perfect.

I wouldn't have the patience to do that. Giving her a quick wave, I ran out the door, eager to meet up with Cole.

I saw him immediately, leaning up against the wall in the entrance. He took my breath away. His hair was styled in its usual floppy mess, and his gorgeous eyes scanned the room for me.

Sometimes, when I'm around Cole, I felt like I needed a minute.

Before I was ready, Cole looked up. His lips curled as he pushed off the wall. I stumbled toward him, still feeling completely unprepared for all of this.

"Hey," he said. He kissed my cheek. "I thought we could have lunch and go bowling. Then, I'll take you home to get ready for tonight."

I bit my lip to try to stop myself from grinning too much and looking like a creep. _Now_ and _tonight._

"I'm not telling you where we're going tonight though," he teased, bumping my shoulder with his. "Just wear something casual."

Cole grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. I bumped against his chest and gasped at the contact. Before I could think, his lips covered mine, and I was dizzy with happiness.

He beamed as he abruptly pulled away. "Come on. I'm hungry."

We drove to the bowling alley and parked as close to the door as he could get, so he wouldn't have to walk too far. Sometimes, he'd drive around a car park for a few minutes, looking for a better spot.

The restaurant attached to the alley was a seat-yourself-and-hope-for-the-best deal, so Cole picked a table, and we looked through the menu.

"Let me guess...you're having the chicken barbeque burger?" he said, raising his eyebrow.

I half-wanted to pick something else, but that was the best thing they did.

He laughed. "You're so predictable."

Right. Like he wasn't going to have a bacon burger.

"What can I get you?" the server asked.

"We'll have the chicken barbeque burger, the bacon burger, and two Cokes, please."

I smirked to myself.

"Oakley," Cole said nervously when we were left alone.

This didn't sound good. _Why is everyone being weird with me all of a sudden?_

"Your mum told me something yesterday. I'm not supposed to say anything, but I don't think I can do that."

_Great, so she told Cole and not me about my appointment._ I nodded once for him to continue.

"Er," he started, rubbing the back of his neck and wincing.

This was hard for him, and I was really glad that he was telling me. Cole and I didn't have secrets--besides my major one--so it meant a lot that he was choosing to honour me and not my mum.

"Your mum is...she's taking you to a doctor." He studied my face and sighed. "You knew about it already?"

I nodded in confirmation.

He thought about it for a minute, chewing on the inside of his mouth. I couldn't read him; he was a closed book in that moment. I always worried that Cole wanted me to be magically fixed, too.

"Are you going?"

I shrugged my shoulders. _What choice do I have?_ I would go, but it wouldn't achieve anything, other than wasting Mum's petrol.

"Maybe it would be a good idea to go," he said cautiously.

I clamped my jaw shut in frustration and turned away from him. _We really don't have to talk about this._

"Sorry. I'm ruining this already, aren't I? I just want you to be okay. That's all." He took my hand and interlaced our fingers.

I melted a little as he stroked the back of my hand with his thumb. He wasn't ruining anything. He couldn't see it, but he was healing me, making me stronger, giving me hope.

After dinner, we went to the alley and played three games. I won the first, and Cole won the last two. It wasn't often that I was so rubbish, but my mind was elsewhere. Every little touch as we walked past each other had my heart stuttering all over the place.

Cole drove me home, so I could change and get ready for our date tonight, whatever it was. Mum and Dad's car wasn't in the drive, so, thankfully, I wouldn't have to answer their questions about tonight.

"I'll pick you up in thirty," Cole said as he came to a stop outside my house.

I nodded and ran into the house. Only half an hour to do something nice with my hair and pick a decent outfit. That'd be fine. He'd told me to go casual.

The house was far too quiet when I was alone. Jasper must be sleeping in his room. I read Mum's note as I walked through the house. Dad had taken her out again. He really was feeling guilty.

Up in my room, I picked out a casual dress and tried my luck at a side plait. On the third attempt, it looked okay, so I left it. Somehow, over the last few days, I'd grown up. I looked older, more confident. I was even starting to feel it.

With minutes to spare, I ran downstairs to wait for Cole to turn up. The doorbell rang just as I slipped my shoes on. I took a second to calm down and then opened the door.

_Stop being so nervous._

"Hey." Cole's eyes raked over me. "Whoa."

I tugged my dress down, as if that'd miraculously make it longer. It was below my knees, but the way Cole was staring made me feel like I was wearing a scarf. A transparent scarf. Blushing furiously, I smiled halfheartedly and tugged again.

"Ready?"

"Oakley!" Jasper shouted from upstairs.

_Guess he wasn't asleep then._ _Great._

He came thudding down the stairs and leant over the banister. "Mum called. She's been out with Dad all day, buying party supplies," he warned. "And they're having dinner...somewhere. Dirty stop-outs."

Cole rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that, Jasper. We're just leaving."

Jasper's blue eyes widened in pure evil. "Good. Have fun on your it's-not-a-date-but-of-course-it-really-is-a-date date."

_I hate my brother._

Glaring back at Jasper, I shoved Cole out of the house.

"Your brother's weird," he said, grinning in amusement.

_I couldn't agree more._

Cole and Jasper had a bit of a bromance thing going on but Cole and I had always got along better.

"Well, get in. We have a long night ahead of us."

Doing as I had been told, I got in and prepared myself for this long night. It was only six now, and we had to be back by eleven, so the night couldn't be longer than five hours. That wasn't nearly enough alone time with him.

Cole wasn't lying. We'd been driving for about a bloody year, and I still couldn't figure out where he was taking me. When we turned off at a roundabout with a sign stating that the beach was five miles away, I grinned.

Cole chuckled at my expression. "Yeah, we're going to the beach. I've got a picnic dinner in the boot." He smiled sheepishly and bit his lip, like he was embarrassed to admit he'd done something so romantic.

My insides went all squishy. He was so sweet.

"Mum suggested the picnic...and she made it," he admitted.

_Ooh, good._ There would probably be homemade cakes and cookies. If it had been up to Cole, there would just have been packets of junk food, not that I'd have complained.

We parked in the car park opposite the pier, and I turned to look at him. He was his normal casual self, but he looked a little different, too. With ever-growing confidence, I leant over and kissed him. I could tell he was surprised, as it took him a second to respond and kiss me back. He soon caught on though.

I felt him smile against my lips before wrapping his arms around my back, pulling me closer. Apparently, I'd had control for long enough. He pulled away a few seconds later and gave a surprised chuckle. I blushed and looked down to hide my flaming cheeks.

Cole's fingers gently cupped my chin and tilted my head.

_Really not ready to look at you yet!_

"Don't be embarrassed, Oakley. I want you to be comfortable around me. You can kiss me whenever you want. Believe me, I won't mind," he said.

I pressed my lips to his again, making it clear that I got the message.

"There," he said when I sat back up. "Anytime, babe."

We got out of the car and walked along the shore. Both of us were wrapped up in warm jackets, and Cole's hand firmly held mine. Even in summer, it was still cold right by the sea. The sky was clear of clouds, so the moon shone down brightly on the ocean, creating a glistening effect on the surface of the water. It looked beautiful.

As we approached a set of stone stairs, I stopped. I was happy to keep walking if he wanted to, but I had a sudden urge to hit the arcades.

Cole turned to me and frowned, wondering why I'd come to such an abrupt stop.

He rolled his eyes. "Arcades?"

I nodded, and he laughed, leaning in to kiss my forehead.

"Come on then. Let's go spend twenty quid, trying to get a claw to grab a shitty stuffed toy."

_That's the spirit._

He gave me a quick chaste kiss on the lips, taking me by surprise. I was quickly growing to love his surprises.

"I'll kick your arse at air hockey."

Bumping my shoulder against his, I narrowed my eyes, challenging him.

We spent a couple of hours in the arcades, wasting money on slot machines and riding the mechanical motorbikes. Cole won me a fluffy grey teddy bear, and it'd only taken him fourteen tries and five quid. He won air hockey because I was too busy concentrating on the muscles in his forearms. Lizzie would be proud.

"You getting hungry?" He wrapped his arms around me.

I leant into him and nodded. It was almost nine at night, so I was definitely ready to eat.

"Okay. We need to go back to the car to get the picnic basket, and then we can eat on the beach?"

Nodding eagerly, I pulled out of his arms and dragged him toward the door by his hand.

On the beach, we set up our picnic on a blanket under the pier. I sat down beside him and opened the basket. As we ate Jenna's famous lemon cake, I looked out at the sea and smiled while the water gently lapped at the shore. The wind had died down, so it was calmer out, much more peaceful.

After eating, I snuggled closer to Cole's side and laid my head on his shoulder, wishing we could stay here forever. If we were older, everything would be better. I wouldn't have to go home.

_This is how things could be all the time._

"You having a good time?" he questioned.

I nodded against his shoulder. _I'm having the best time._

"Good. Me, too. I don't want to leave." He sighed into my hair as he placed a kiss on the top of my head.

I was falling harder, faster.

"Come on. We need to get back, or your dad will have my balls."

I tilted my head and kissed his jaw. He took a sharp breath, and his arm tightened around my waist.

"We'll come back soon. I kinda need this again," he admitted.

He had no idea how much I needed it, too.

The drive home was sombre. Neither one of us wanted the night to end.

As we pulled up outside my house, ice settled in my stomach. Dad would probably be waiting up. I kissed Cole's cheek and opened the car door.

"You're welcome," he said in response to my thank-you kiss. "Glad you had a good night."

That was the understatement of the century.

# fifteen

## Oakley

The rest of the week passed in a haze of Cole, Cole, and more Cole. We spent practically every minute together, hanging out and messing around. Our unofficial relationship was getting stronger. I could feel myself falling hard, and I was terrified and excited.

I couldn't help thinking that something would go wrong.

On Thursday morning, I sat on my bed, panicking about a stupid doctor's appointment that I had no idea how to get out of. Mum still hadn't told me, so I assumed she was just going to spring it on me while we were shopping.

_If we're even going shopping at all. That could be a lie, too._

As I anxiously gazed out the window, my phone beeped, making me jump. It was a text message from Cole.

Good luck today. Let me know if you want me to come. x

Cole was the last person I wanted there, but the sentiment warmed my heart.

"Oakley, are you ready to go?" Mum called up the stairs.

My eyes narrowed at the sound of her voice, and I instantly felt guilty. She shouldn't lie to me, but she was just worried. She'd been worrying for years.

Summoning up the courage, I got off the bed and slowly walked downstairs. Dad was sitting in front of the TV, watching some construction show. He owned a building company, but it wasn't as big as he wanted. That always bothered him, and he was forever stressing over how to become more successful.

I didn't measure success by money and possessions. To me, success was all about family. In my eyes, Dad had lost the ability for success a long time ago.

"Okay, honey," Mum started, blowing out a deep breath, "I need to tell you something, and I need you to know that I'm only doing it because I love you so much."

I nodded for her to continue, knowing exactly what she was about to say.

"We're going to a doctor's appointment." She held her hand up. "Before you get angry, please remember, I'm only ever trying to do what's best for you."

Her eyes welled up with tears, making me feel sick. I hated when she was upset.

"Please, please, will you just go in there with me?" She swiped away a tear that rolled down her cheek.

_Do it for her, Oakley. You disappoint her in every other way._

I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the floor and nodded.

"Thank you," she whispered.

Although I'd agreed and felt horrible for making her upset, I was fuming. If my own mum couldn't love me the way I was, what hope was there for anyone else? Cole and Jasper didn't care in the sense that they didn't try to change me. Dad counted on me staying mute.

I needed my mum.

We left the house and got in the car. She was ashamed for how she'd sprung it on me because she couldn't look at me. The closer we got to the doctor's surgery, the less I could breathe.

_It'll be okay._

_No, it won't. It'll rip your whole world apart._

_They won't believe you over him._

_It'll kill Mum. You know it will._

I closed my eyes and begged my inner turmoil to stop. There was never anything I could do to put an end to the thoughts plaguing my mind. But it would be okay because I would never tell. I could keep a secret.

My stomach rolled as we parked outside the surgery.

"I'll be with you the whole time, love. You have nothing to be afraid of."

But she hadn't been with me when it was happening, and I had _a lot_ to be afraid of. Mum had no idea how much she _didn't_ want to know.

I got out of the car and followed her to the front desk where she gave the nurse my name. Wrapping my arms around myself, I kept my head down and stuck close to Mum.

"Okay, if you'd like to take a seat, the doctor will be with you shortly," the greying woman behind the reception desk told us.

Mum smiled. "Thank you."

This wasn't our normal doctor's surgery. It was in the same complex but in a completely different building. This one was overly white and smelt too clinical. I knew we were seeing a specialist and not just an ordinary doctor.

This specialist might just know. He or she might look at me and just _know_.

"Oakley Farrell?" a gruff deep voice called.

I gulped and looked up. A plump man wearing black trousers and a smart black-and-white-striped shirt looked around the group of patients waiting in the seating area. Mum stood up first and caught his attention. He gave her a smile and gestured for us to follow him.

_He's going to find out. He'll tell everyone, and you'll lose everything._

My palms started to sweat as we walked along the short corridor and into a small room. I was shaking and desperately trying to breathe.

Mum shook his hand and sat down in one of the blue fabric chairs. I slumped down beside her, my mind going a million miles an hour.

_She'll never forgive you._

_Cole will think you're disgusting._

_You'll take Jasper's dad away from him._

"Well, what can we do for you then, Oakley?"

I blankly stared at him. _Does he expect me to answer?_

Mum squeezed my hand and started to explain on my behalf, "Oakley stopped talking when she was only just _five_ years old. At first, we thought it was a joke. And then we thought it could be due to a minor choking incident, that maybe it'd damaged her throat somehow. We thought she could be afraid it would hurt too much if she spoke..."

As Mum reeled off a list of their theories, I found myself gradually shutting out her voice. I wanted to vanish.

Suddenly, I felt my hand being squeezed.

"I don't know what to do anymore." Mum sniffed and tightened her grip on my hand again.

The doctor nodded. "Hmm, I see. Well, fear of talking due to a previous injury is possible. However, this has been going on for years, so that seems unlikely."

He leant forward, resting his forearms on his mahogany desk. "Oakley, would it be okay with you if I examined your throat?"

My heart stopped. I could feel the panic rising. I tried to breathe, but my lungs felt like they were being crushed in a vise.

_No, no, no!_

I didn't want any examinations. If they ruled out anything medical, they'd know it wasn't because I couldn't talk. I couldn't have Mum turning all her attention to why I _wouldn't_ talk.

"What kind of examination? What would that involve?" Mum questioned.

"Nothing too bad, I can assure you," he said lightly. "For today, I'll just look down her throat to check if I can see anything--like scarring, for instance. If there is nothing visibly wrong--and I suspect there won't be--I'd like to perform a laryngoscopy. The procedure is usually performed under local anaesthetic, but we can do general if needed," he explained, looking at me.

_No chance._

"We'll pass the laryngoscope down her throat, which will send pictures to a monitor. The procedure itself will take around twenty to thirty minutes."

My body turned cold from the inside out. Bile raced up my throat, and I swallowed hard. There was no way I was going to let him even look inside my mouth, let alone stick a camera down my throat.

I started breathing heavily as my eyes prickled with tears.

"Sweetheart," Mum said soothingly.

_He's going to find out. Dad will find out. Watch your world crumble around you in five, four, three..._

Shaking my head, I leapt up and ran out of the room, sprinting to the surgery's exit.

_It's all over now. I'll never let anyone know._

I reached the car and sobbed, slumping to the ground. Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I gasped for breath.

"Oakley!" Mum shouted frantically. Within seconds, she was crouching down in front of me. "Honey, please don't cry. It won't hurt. Please let him do the procedure. Please?" She sobbed and stroked my hair.

I could barely breathe. I was so worked up that I felt like I was going to pass out again.

"Calm down. It's okay. It doesn't have to be today. You get in the car, and I'll go quickly speak to the doctor. We can look into the procedure a little more and then decide. Get in the car, baby. It's okay."

That was the best I was going to get, so I nodded even though I had no intention of ever going back.

"Here." She handed me the car keys and helped me up.

With shaking hands, I managed to unlock the car, and I stumbled in.

_Deep breaths. Count backward from ten. No one knows a thing._

By the time Mum came back, I'd calmed down. She couldn't make me do anything.

"Home?" she asked softly.

I nodded, staring out the window, as I hugged my legs to my chest.

_I'll never go back there._

# sixteen

## Oakley

"Hey," Cole greeted me with a questioning look on his face. He stepped aside, so I could walk in his front door. "I'd ask how it went, but I think I can guess..."

He nodded toward the stairs, gesturing for me to go up to his room. There was nowhere else I wanted to be. I practically flew upstairs and into his bedroom.

"So," he prompted as I crawled onto his bed.

Shaking my head, I felt tears stinging my eyes again. _Stop all the bloody crying!_ I screamed silently at myself.

"That bad?" He climbed over me and pulled me into his arms.

As he stroked my hair, I let the tears flow. _Why can't everyone just leave it?_ I was trying to forget and move on, but it was impossible to do when Mum was constantly trying to fix everything.

No amount of doctors, specialists, or appointments could ever fix what'd happened. When you were damaged like me, that was it--forever. Something so dirty would never be clean.

Cole held me until I calmed down. When I was ready, I pulled my head away from his chest and apologetically smiled at him.

"You okay now?"

I nodded my head and sat up, wiping my face with my sleeve.

"Did you go in?"

I nodded slowly and looked up to see his reaction, which was surprise. Last time Mum had tried to get me to go see a doctor about my condition, I hadn't even made it out of our front door.

"Did he examine you?"

I shook my head. _Never._

"But you got into the room?" He smiled, looking hopeful.

I could tell what he was thinking--that I'd made it into the room, so maybe next time, I would allow them to do an examination.

"Are you supposed to go back?"

I nodded, grimacing. I could feel myself start to sweat at the possibility of Mum pleading with me to go again.

"I could come with you if you wanted?" he offered, speaking gently.

_How important is this to him? Does our being together properly depend upon me talking again?_ No matter how much I was falling for him, I couldn't do that.

I wrapped my arms around myself. The thought of losing Cole was like having my chest cut open. Not being able to be with him was suffocating.

"Don't do that." He pulled my arms apart and kept hold of my hands to prevent me from closing up again. "Oakley, it doesn't matter to me if you never speak again. I've told you that a million times, so _please_ believe me. I know you better than anyone else does. I know what every little facial expression means and how you'll react to a situation before it's even happened. All I want is for you to be happy."

My eyes filled with tears again--good ones this time. _See, idiot? He does like you for who you are._

"I mean it. If you're happy as you are, then that's all that matters to me. Are you happy?"

_Happy_ , I repeated in my head, testing the word.

No, not happy. Not with myself anyway. _Scared_ , _confused_ , _broken_ , _dirty_ , and _lost_ --those words all seemed to fit better.

I nodded, telling him the biggest lie I had ever told.

He smiled.

_Wow, he bought it._ _Am I getting better at lying, or does he just want to believe I'm happy so much that he missed the truth?_

"Okay, I'll help you tell your mum to back off then."

_That's it?_ I had just basically told him that there was no chance I would ever talk again, and he'd breezed past it, like I'd said I wanted to trim my hair.

I bit my bottom lip and smiled.

Someone knocked on Cole's door. I wiped my eyes again even though they were dry now and smiled.

"Yeah?" Cole shouted as he flicked the TV on with the remote.

Jenna pushed the door open and walked in with a worried smile on her face. Mum had obviously told her about the doctor. "Do you want to stay for dinner, sweetie? We're having tacos," she offered, brushing her blonde hair behind her ear.

I nodded eagerly. Mexican night at Cole's was the best. There wouldn't just be tacos. There would be wedges, salad, tortilla chips, salsa dips, and nachos, too. There was also the chilli challenge between Cole and his dad. They would both try to eat the most and see who would pussy out first.

"Great. Chris is coming, too," she said. She turned her nose up.

Jenna wasn't a fan of Chris either.

_What are you doing, Mia?_ I hoped that, one day, she would realise she could do so much better than him.

Cole mumbled something under his breath. I couldn't quite make it out, but I could pretty much guess what it was.

"You"--she pointed to Cole--"had better be on your best behaviour, for your sister's sake."

"I would be if he wasn't such a fuc--"

I jabbed my elbow into his side before he finished his sentence.

"Why'd I get hit for that one? It's true!" he exclaimed, frowning at me.

Jenna looked like she was trying not to laugh. "So..." she said with a wide smile as she sat on the end of the bed. "You two okay?"

I uncomfortably looked at Cole, and he rolled his eyes at his mum.

"Not really. I just can't get rid of her," he said sarcastically, tensing his body, as if he was waiting to be slapped.

I decided not to, as he was expecting it. Instead, I shrugged and stood up to leave.

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back on the bed, making me fall onto the mattress. "I'm joking!"

Jenna made an _aw_ sound, which made me want to run away. It was embarrassing.

"So, are you two...you know?"

"Mum!" Cole groaned as he pointed to the door.

Jenna giggled like a teenage girl and started to leave. "I'm going, I'm going. I think it's great. Not that we couldn't all see it coming or anything."

"Mum!" Cole snapped again.

Jenna closed the door. Her laughter rang through his room even though she was on the other side of the wall.

I looked at the wall, praying that my face hadn't turned too pink. It would be though, of course.

Cole chuckled and brushed his fingers across my cheek. "Just ignore her," he said as he flopped down on his back. "Let me know when to stop," he instructed as he flicked through the TV channels.

We lay on his bed all afternoon, watching television, messing around, and kissing each other. Actually, lots of kissing each other. It was the perfect day.

"Wanna go swimming tomorrow?" Cole asked casually, breaking the long, comfortable silence.

I nodded and pressed my back into his chest, so I was even closer to him. His fingers brushed over my hip bone. Everywhere he touched felt as if it were on fire.

I closed my eyes.

_It's okay to feel good. It's_ Cole's _touch._

Half an hour later, Jenna called us down for dinner. As we walked downstairs, I wondered if my parents had been invited, too. I hoped not. Holding my breath, I peered into the kitchen to see. Only David and Jenna were there. I blew out a sigh of relief and sat down in my usual seat.

"Where is _he_?" Cole asked his mum--referring to Chris, no doubt.

"Mia's room."

Cole glared in anger.

"Please don't start, Cole. She'll realise she deserves better in her own time. If you push her now, you'll only push her further into his arms."

He grumbled something that his mum probably shouldn't hear from his mouth and slumped into the seat next to me.

When Mia and Chris walked in, the room fell silent. The atmosphere became tense, but I would still rather be here than at my house. I smiled at the two of them. It couldn't be easy for Mia, knowing that her family hated her boyfriend. Their reason for hating him was valid, but Jenna was right. Mia would have to get over him and move on in her own time.

Everyone sat down, and I saw the challenging look between Cole and David. I couldn't stop grinning as they both reached for a green chilli from the bowl.

Dinner was delicious. I ate until my stomach hurt. The overly full feeling was worth it though. Jenna was an incredible cook.

Cole groaned as we walked back up to his room after helping to clear up. He'd eaten three chillies, and he wanted to throw up.

"Lie with me?" He reached out and grabbed my hand, gently pulling me onto the bed. "I'm never eating that stuff again."

_Yeah...until next time._ I pursed my lips.

He said that every time.

After chilling in his room for a while, waiting for him to recover a bit, he walked me home. I started to feel sick as I unlocked my front door and pushed it open.

"See you tomorrow, Oaks," Cole said, kissing me on the top of my head.

"Good night, Cole," Mum called after him.

I jumped at her voice, not seeing her approach.

"Are you okay, darling?"

I nodded, looking away from her.

"Are...are _we_ okay?"

We would always be okay. I loved my mum so much that I was willing to keep silent for her. I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her. It wasn't her fault. None of it was.

Mum hugged me back, almost squeezing me to death, as a sob of relief racked her chest. "I love you," she whispered.

I smiled and kissed her cheek, letting her know that I loved her, too.

When I stepped back, I could tell from her puffy eyes that she had been crying for a long time. I felt a stab of guilt.

_This is not hurting her nearly as much as the truth would._

Giving her a quick halfhearted smile, I went upstairs and got into bed. Everything that had happened in the day had exhausted me, and I just wanted to curl up under my quilt and sleep.

I couldn't even stay awake long enough to receive Cole's nightly text. 

# seventeen

## Oakley

"Can you sit still for two minutes?" Cole teased as he grabbed my Coke out of my hand before I spilt it.

I was wriggling around in my seat in excitement. Our plane was gliding across the sky to Italy. I was so happy to be going away. I shook my head at him and stuck my tongue out.

Cole rolled his eyes. "Really, Oakley?"

I had spent every day with him since school had ended and I still wasn't getting bored of his company. In fact, I wanted more time with him. Although we weren't officially together, we might as well be. Neither of us was in a rush to have it official. It would only complicate things anyway. The fewer people involved at this point, the better.

I was between Cole and Jasper on the plane, and for the last thirty minutes, they'd been talking solidly about cars. I watched an in-flight movie to occupy myself until they finished, and Cole started to tease me over the fact that I was practically bouncing off the walls.

It was stupid, but the more distance between me and England, the happier I felt. Dad was with me, on this plane, going to Italy, but I still felt more at ease than at home.

"Bet I pull more girls than you!" Jasper said, wiggling his eyebrows at Cole.

He would because Cole didn't play stupid games like that, but I almost had a mini heart attack.

"I know you will, man. I don't screw everything with a pulse." Cole discreetly brushed his leg against mine to reassure me that he didn't want anyone else.

It was fine. I knew that he would never do anything with another person while we were together.

Jasper frowned in disappointment. I guessed it wasn't fun unless you were in a competition with someone else. My brother was disgusting. I couldn't stand how he used women. It wasn't all his fault. I understood that. If women were stupid enough to believe he would want more _after_ he'd said he didn't, then he couldn't be blamed for that.

"You're young, mate! You should be getting as much as you can, from whomever you can!" Jasper was goading Cole.

Jasper suspected Cole and I were more than friends, and I could feel Cole's reluctance to admit it. If I hadn't agreed that we should be secret until we knew what was going on between us, I'd be hurt by Cole not telling Jasper the truth.

"You're a pig, you know that?" Cole retorted.

Jasper laughed and nodded. "Yeah, but a sexually frustrated pig, I am not! Don't worry. We'll go out and find you a nice blonde."

As Cole stared blankly at Jasper, I started to find it amusing, too. _Poor Cole._

As the plane started to descend, I felt lighter, like my problems had been left behind in England. I smiled, looking out the window at the Italian airport.

_Time to relax._ Here, I could just be me. There was no _before_ in Italy.

Once off the plane, we quickly retrieved our suitcases and made our way to the hotel. The minicab drove up the mountain and stopped at our gorgeous little hotel. It was set into the mountain, only about a third of the way up. The infinity pool stretched to the very edge. It was breathtaking, and I couldn't wait to get in the pool and look out at the landscape.

A tall, skinny, and very glamorous woman greeted us as we strode into the entrance. She wore high-heeled black sandals and shocking red lipstick. She was the type of woman that made guys fall at her feet and women sick with envy. Confidence oozed from her perfect white smile. I felt like a troll next to her.

"Hello, and welcome," she said in a thick Italian accent. "My name is Carmella, and I'm going to be showing you to your rooms." Her English was almost as flawless as her looks.

"Thank you," Dad responded politely, giving her that warm smile that won over absolutely everyone he met.

_That's why no one will ever believe you._

I stepped closer to Cole.

Carmella helped us check in, and she gave us wristbands that showed we were all-inclusive in the resort. Mine and Cole's were the only ones with holes punched into them--for people under eighteen.

Cole scowled as Jasper pointed and laughed. There would be no free alcohol for him on this holiday. It didn't bother me because I never drank the stuff. I had to keep a clear head.

_If you slip up, everyone will find out._

A drink wasn't worth my family.

Carmella wished us a lovely stay and sauntered off. Jasper's eyes never left her arse.

"Let's unpack and meet by the bar in half an hour," Mum suggested.

Jenna nodded. "Sounds great!"

My room was small and connected to my parents', but it also had its own entrance, so I could come and go whenever I wanted. It was light, bright, and comfortable, and it had air-conditioning and enough storage. Although it wasn't a huge suite, it had everything I needed.

I turned the lock on the adjoining door and was only satisfied when I heard the click.

_No one can get in._

I dumped my suitcase on my bed and opened the tiny balcony door. Stepping out into the warm air, I sighed. The view was beautiful. To my right were the mountains. At the top, they were covered with a dusting of thin white clouds. To my left was the sea. The sea abroad was so different to the one in England.

Someone knocked on the door. Reluctantly, I forced myself away from the amazing view and answered the door.

"You're not ready," Cole stated, pointing to the warm England clothes that I was still wearing.

I smiled and ripped the zip of my suitcase open. I grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a blue tank top. Holding one finger up, I told him to wait and went into the en suite bathroom to get changed.

Checking my reflection in the mirror, I felt despair. My hair was a mess from the sudden change in temperature.

_Please don't let my hair be like this for the whole two weeks_ , I prayed.

Pulling the hairband off my wrist, I tied my hair into a loose bun and got changed. There was just enough room to get dressed in here, but when Cole wasn't standing in my room, I'd definitely change in there. Although it was very much a single room, I loved it.

I yanked the bathroom door open, eager to grab a quick drink with our parents and then get down to the beach. My jaw dropped when my eyes landed on Cole. He was lying on my bed, swinging my bikini top around on his finger.

_Oh no!_

Jumping forward, I swiped it out of his hand and shoved it back inside my suitcase. My face felt like it was on fire. I wanted to kill him.

_Don't meet his eyes._

Cole burst out laughing. "You should have seen your face," he said, blocking my arm as I waved it beside him in an attempt to whack him. "Sorry. Couldn't resist. You ready now?" His tone didn't sound sorry at all, but then I hadn't expected him to be.

With a deep sigh, I stalked out of my room, trying not to smile myself.

Seconds later, he grabbed my hand. "Sorry, but that is one sexy little bikini!"

I slapped his chest and closed my eyes, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole.

As much as I liked when he said things like that, it did make me nervous. _That feeling had to end sometime, right?_ I couldn't be like this with him forever. If things progressed eventually, the physical side of our relationship would be normal.

_It has to be._

My chest ached as I willed it to be true. I couldn't be this person for the rest of my life--hiding away, flinching inwardly at a touch, wanting to cower and hide whenever someone looked at me in _that_ way.

He laughed again, and then I felt his lips press against the side of my head. Looking up, I smiled happily and nudged his shoulder. I wouldn't shy away from Cole's touch, no matter how many mixed feelings it gave me. When I stripped back every self-loathing ugly layer, there was something at the very core that enjoyed everything Cole did to me. I loved how being with him, having him want me, made me feel.

I held my hand up in a ta-da manner when I was finally ready to leave.

"Got your key?" he asked.

I nodded. It was Cole who would forget room keys, not me.

We headed out toward the lift, full of plans for the day. Thankfully, the plane journey hadn't been long, and the time difference was small, so we wouldn't have to worry about losing any holiday time to jet lag.

"Drinks and then sea," Cole said as he jammed his finger into the call button for the lift.

That sounded good to me. The beach was a fifteen-minute walk, but it was all downhill, so we planned to walk there and get a taxi back. It was hot, and I wasn't going to walk uphill under the boiling sun.

When we got to the bar, Mum told us to skip the drinks and head straight out, as long as we were back for dinner. Cole couldn't get me out of the hotel quick enough.

"We just walk straight down there, and it's at the bottom," Cole said, pointing to the path at the side of the winding road.

It couldn't be too hard to find since we could see the sea. All we would have to do was walk toward it.

"Nicer than ours, huh?" he said.

We'd just made it to the bottom of the mountain, and the beach looked endless in front of us. It was beautiful. The water was a clear aqua blue, and soft golden sands stretched out as far as I could see. There were people dotted around the beach, lying on colourful towels, and children were running around and building sand castles. A few people were swimming in the sea and playing with large beach balls.

I looked up at Cole and smiled happily. _This is where I belonged._ And I wasn't referring to our location.

We sat on the beach and watched the tide gently ripple against the shore. Cole stared out at the sea. He was so tranquil that it made my heart ache.

"I'd ask if you wanted ice cream, but that's a pretty stupid question, right?" he said teasingly.

It'd only been about fifteen minutes since we sat down, but I was always up for ice cream. Reading my overeager expression, Cole laughed, stood up, and pulled me with him.

Cole ordered us each Belgian chocolate ice cream, and we walked back to our spot on the sand. Before sitting down, Cole peeled his T-shirt off and spooned ice cream into his mouth. I bit my lip, frowning at the squirming feeling in the pit of my stomach.

This time, I didn't avert my eyes. His chest looked like it was carved from stone. He took care of himself and worked out, and I'd never appreciated that so much before. My heart was working overtime. The longer I looked at him, the harder it beat.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. _Calm down._

"You okay?" he said after a minute.

I nodded and scooted closer to him, so our arms pressed against each other's. The feel of his skin against mine gave me goose bumps.

I was falling again.

After an hour of lying around on the beach, we decided to properly check out the hotel and grab some drinks. We walked back along the beach to find a taxi, and his hand brushed against mine. I stole a sideways glance at him. He was biting the inside of his mouth, deep in thought. Again, his hand brushed mine. He usually made the first move, where hand-holding was concerned--and everything else.

_Take his hand, Oakley. Stop being such a baby!_

A small smile pulled at the side of Cole's mouth, and he held onto my hand tighter.

_Can he hear my thoughts?_

"Oh, we're going there," he suddenly said as he nodded his head toward a little wooden shack on the beach.

The crafted sign just above where a beautiful honey-tanned man stood read, _Water Sports_. Something was also written above it, which I assumed were the same words in Italian.

I protested silently but followed him. Although I had absolutely no desire to get into the ocean, I would do it for Cole. And it'd be good to actually do something. I shied away from anything scary, but I wouldn't do that on this trip.

_Time to be brave...at least this once._

"Hi, can we book diving lessons, please?" Cole asked without looking at the prices.

Tall, dark, and gorgeous nodded his head and flashed us a perfect pearly white smile. He looked like a stunning advert for surfers.

"Sure. I just need to see an ID," he said in an Australian accent as he pointed to me.

Cole shook his head. "ID?"

"Yeah, you need to be over sixteen or accompanied by an adult."

I looked at Cole and smiled victoriously.

"Here's my ID. I'm eighteen. That counts as an adult, right?"

I narrowed my eyes at him. The little bugger had a fake ID. Cole was still only seventeen. Gorgeous nodded again and checked the ID.

_Surely, the guy will know it's a fake._

"Thanks. You wanna go tomorrow at ten?"

My mouth dropped open. He'd bought it. This was really happening then.

"Sounds good. Thanks." Cole gave our details and then paid.

Diving did sound fun, especially in the Italian sea, but I was still worried about the equipment breaking and me drowning or getting eaten by a shark.

"You'll enjoy it," Cole promised as he read my worried expression.

I wanted to enjoy it. I gave him an eek look, and he laughed.

"You'll be fine, Oakley. I'm not gonna let the sharks get you!"

That really wasn't helping, but I still grinned and shook my head. _And how did he know about the sharks?_

"I'm kidding! Let's get back now. I need a beer and some food."

_Not with that wristband._

We took a taxi back up and headed to our rooms to change. I was hot, sweaty, and sandy. My hair was a fuzzy mess on top of my head and probably would be for the entire time we were here.

"Where are you going?" Cole asked as I turned the wrong way for our rooms.

There was something I wanted to do...

He followed behind me as I walked down the stone staircase to the lower floor. Pointing to the spa sign, I grinned.

"No way, Oakley. Not happening!"

_Yes, it is._

I nodded and walked up to the treatment board beside the reception desk. Two ridiculously beautiful women were sitting behind the desk, looking at the computer screen.

_Is being beautiful a requirement of working here?_

"You can't be serious?" he asked, begging me with his eyes to leave. "Do you want my balls to drop off?"

I grinned wide and cocked my head to the side.

"Let's just go, yeah?"

_Couple's massage_ , I read in my head. _Couple's._

_I really want to relax together, but isn't a couple's massage jumping the gun a little? Will he see it as a hint?_

_Just get a grip and do it._

Gathering the courage, I pointed to the massage and waited for his reaction.

"Just that?" he asked with a small smile playing on his lips.

Shaking my head, I also pointed to the facial.

He snorted. "You can do that, too, but there is no way I'm putting any of that shit on my face!"

I scowled at him.

"No. Just no," he said defiantly.

"Can I help you?" one of the women asked, grinning in amusement at our little exchange.

"Can we book the couple's massage and the rejuvenating face thing for her, please?" Cole asked, nodding in my direction.

I slapped his arm and decided to go with a different approach. I pouted and fluttered my eyelashes.

Cole wasn't budging. "Not. Happening."

The woman, who looked like she should be a model and not a receptionist, laughed.

"You want him to do both?" she asked. Her English was slightly better than Carmella's, but her Italian accent was thicker.

I nodded and hoped she wouldn't ask me anything else. I didn't want to seem rude. That was always a problem with strangers. Not being able to answer them made me look like a bitch.

He groaned and turned back to the supermodel. "Okay. Both, please."

"Of course."

She booked us in for tomorrow afternoon and handed us our appointment card.

After diving in the morning, at least I'd be able to relax and get pampered. _With_ Cole.

He tucked the appointment card in the pocket of his shorts and playfully glared at me. "You owe me big for this!"

I raised my eyebrow. _I owe you nothing. I'm getting in the sea tomorrow!_

He chuckled and casually threw his arm over my shoulder as we wandered back through the hotel.

After eating dinner with our families, Cole and I walked along the mountain a little. It was so nice to just go out and do whatever we wanted to do. I loved it when it was just us.

On holiday, our parents would give us a lot more freedom. As long as we told them where we were going, stuck together, and met them once a day for the evening meal, we pretty much had free rein.

It was getting pretty late, and neither of us wanted to go into town for drinks with our parents or go clubbing with Mia and Jasper, so Cole and I decided to turn in. Our rooms were close together, but as I stopped at my door and turned to say good night, I met a nervous-looking Cole.

"Can I stay for a bit?" he asked, scratching the back of his neck.

I nodded, not wanting him to leave--like, ever.

"Sure? I don't mind if you just want to go to sleep..."

Unlocking the door, I pointed inside the room and raised my eyebrow.

"Bossy," he muttered, walking into my modest room.

We kicked off our shoes and got on my bed. Lying next to him felt so right. There was nobody else in the world I would feel comfortable being this close to. Cole would never hurt me. I was certain of that.

"You asleep?" he whispered.

His low voice sent a shiver down my spine. I shook my head and rolled onto my side. He really was impossibly good-looking.

_I love you_ , I declared privately as my heart swelled double the size.

"You think I could stay here tonight? I could sneak out early in the morning."

Biting my lip, I considered it. I wanted him to stay, but I was scared of getting caught. If we did though, we could easily lie our way out of it, say he had fallen asleep. I would love to spend the night with him.

Making my decision--not that it was very hard to make--I nodded, and he smiled so wide that I felt light-headed.

"Well, get ready for bed then!"

I got off the bed, flipped my suitcase open, and pulled my shorts and tank top pyjamas out.

_Is he looking forward to the normality of being a couple and going to bed together as much as I am?_

I mean, _technically_ , we weren't a couple, but that didn't matter.

I went into the bathroom to change and brush my teeth.

By the time I got back, Cole had taken his clothes off and was sitting in bed. Heat flooded my face.

_Oh god, is he naked?_ We would have to work up to that. I'd only just gotten used to him being shirtless.

I stumbled the few steps to bed with shaking hands.

_Oh, bloody hell._

I bit my tongue as I slipped into bed beside him. I was so nervous and more than a little scared. I couldn't see if he was wearing boxers. I shuffled down and pulled the cover up to my chin, being careful not to touch him.

After a minute, he did the same. "You look tired."

I nodded against the pillow.

Seconds later, his breathing became heavier. The atmosphere between us was thick and heated. We weren't even touching, but I was on fire. He brought me, my body, to life in a way I'd thought had been robbed forever. I wanted to reach out and touch him.

Groaning, he leant forward and kissed me, taking me by surprise. Nothing mattered as our lips moved together. I didn't care that I wasn't good enough for him. I didn't care that I shouldn't want him. I loved him, and I wanted him.

I was whole.

He made a soft moaning sound and dug his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place. Suddenly, he rolled over and pinned me to the bed beneath him. I felt the initial panic start to rise, but it disappeared as quickly as it had come. The panic was replaced with something else. Something good. Something I _wanted_ more of.

When he pulled away just as quickly after a long and passionate kiss, I sagged in disappointment at the loss of that feeling. Cole tucked me into his arms. I was worked up and needy, but I understood why he'd stopped us. When we went further, when we touched each other, it would have to be when we were official. We couldn't be friends with benefits.

"Good night," he murmured.

Wrapping my arm over his chest, I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. 

# eighteen

## Oakley

I woke up to the bed dipping, stirring me out of sleep.

"Sorry," Cole whispered. "It's almost six, so I thought I should go. I'll come back in a couple of hours, and we can go to breakfast."

He bent down and lightly kissed me, his lips lingering on mine for a few seconds. Then, I watched him creep out of my room with the hope that he would stay again tonight. Waking up in the morning with him felt incredible. He seemed to unconsciously know how far to push me to get me to open up further and let him in.

There was absolutely no way I could get back to sleep now. I got up, had a long shower, and dressed in my room since I was alone now. Opening the double doors, I stepped onto the small balcony and sat down on the only seat that fit there. It was very peaceful, being so early in the morning. Only a few people were milling about the resort. One couple, probably about my parents' age, sat at the bar, drinking cocktails. It wasn't even seven a.m. yet.

My parents' balcony door slid open. We were separated by the railing, so they couldn't get to my room from here. I bit my lip and looked over as Dad stepped out, dressed in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.

He looked over and saw me immediately. "Good morning," he said. "Did you and Cole have a nice time yesterday?"

I nodded and felt my body hunch in the seat.

"Remember, I want you both back for dinner each night. No exceptions. You're still a child."

_No, I'm not._

I lifted the corner of my mouth. Neither of us would skip on dinner anyway. We knew if we did, then that'd be the end of the freedom.

"Good. I think your mum's waking up. We'll see you for breakfast soon."

He went back inside, and I could breathe again.

Just after eight, almost right on time, there was a knock on my door.

Cole smiled as I opened the door. "Hi." He stepped forward and planted a quick kiss on my lips. "Ready to go down?"

I nodded and stepped out of my room just as Mum and Dad walked out of theirs.

"Morning, honey, Cole," Mum said. She gave me a hug.

"Hungry?" Dad asked.

"Starving," Cole replied. He nodded toward the lift at the end of the corridor. "You seen anyone else this morning?"

Dad shook his head. "Sarah just got off the phone with your mum, and they were on their way down for breakfast. We'll meet them down there. I've not heard from Mia, and I'd imagine Jasper is...elsewhere."

_Probably in some poor girl's room._

I stepped closer to Cole as we walked to the lift and waited for it to arrive.

"What do you have planned today? Your father and I are going shopping with David and Jenna," Mum asked me but waited for the reply from Cole.

"We're diving this morning."

I raised my eyebrow at him. He wasn't going to tell them about our spa afternoon. He probably wouldn't ever tell anyone. __

"Is it safe?" Mum questioned, frowning with worry.

Dad chuckled. "Of course it is, Sarah. There's a qualified instructor, isn't there?"

Cole nodded.

"See? They'll be in safe hands. There's plenty to do, and with the exception of clubbing, we did agree that Oakley could do what she liked."

I often wondered if Dad was _cool_ about things like this because he felt guilty. I _had_ to believe he felt remorse for what he had let that man, Frank, do to me. I couldn't believe that my _daddy_ was a cold, heartless monster.

"Well, you make sure you look after her," Mum ordered Cole.

He nodded. "Always."

I liked the sound of that.

In the end, it was only David, Jenna, and Mia who joined us for breakfast. Jasper was nowhere to be seen. Not that it was much of a surprise. He now treated holidays, or any days actually, as a chance to sleep with anything that moved.

Breakfast was an all-you-can-eat buffet, which Cole took very seriously. I didn't eat much because I didn't want it to come back up while we were diving. I was already feeling queasy with nerves.

"Have fun, and be careful," Jenna said as Cole and I got up to leave for the beach.

Fun was unlikely, but my adrenaline was pumping at the mere thought of doing something so out of character.

Cole grinned. "Oh, we will. Right, Oaks?"

_Maybe I'm not falling for him after all..._

I walked down to the beach, holding Cole's hand so tightly that I was probably crushing his bones. Under my clothes was my bikini, but for diving, we'd be given a wet suit to wear over the top.

"Are you ready for this?" Cole said as we arrived back at the sports shack.

I shook my head but grinned, unable to hide the smidge of excitement I felt.

The Australian guy, who told us his name was Kyle, showed us how to use the equipment. I made sure I listened hard and repeated everything in my head over and over. We'd have an instructor with us, but I was still scared.

_Stop being ridiculous. You're not even going that deep._

Cole was practically bouncing up and down as we walked with our little group of six into the sea. Kyle instructed us on what to do, and then he disappeared beneath the water.

"Ready?" Cole asked. He stuck his oxygen thing in his mouth.

_What is that called again? Bloody hell! It doesn't really matter what it's called as long as it works._

Nodding, I took one last deep breath and mirrored his actions.

We sank to our knees, and the second I was underwater, I knew this was a good idea. It was incredible. I wanted to smile, but I didn't want to do anything that could make me swallow water.

Cole grabbed my hand and looked toward Kyle, who was gesturing for us all to follow him. I didn't have a death wish, so I followed closely behind the group and next to Cole. We were at the back of the group, but that was great because it felt like it was just him and me.

We swam deeper into the sea, and I wondered how much farther we would be going. I knew I wouldn't be able to stand up and have my head above the water by this point, but I wasn't sure exactly how deep we were. It didn't matter though. I was bloody loving it.

Cole took my hand as we watched fish swim around us. I was so wrong about the sea.

Once our time was up, Kyle gestured for us to swim back to the surface, and then he led us back to the shore.

"You so enjoyed that, didn't you?" Cole teased as we walked back to the shack to return the equipment. He'd known full well that, once I was under the water, I would love every second of it.

I shrugged nonchalantly, but my traitorous lips curled.

"I knew you would. Let's head back for a shower, and then I'll come to your room. Wanna have lunch before the spa crap this afternoon?"

I nodded and nudged him with my shoulder. Like he wouldn't enjoy a massage from one of the impossibly beautiful women who worked at the hotel.

We got back, grabbed a quick lunch out by the pool, and then went to the spa.

Cole suddenly felt _unwell_. "Maybe I should just wait out here for you," he suggested, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.

_Really?_ I shook my head and shoved him toward the reception desk.

There wasn't a single thing he could say that would change my mind about this. He was going to get a facial and a massage.

"Welcome. I'm Isabelle. How can I help you?" said an equally beautiful woman, compared to the ones who had been in the spa yesterday.

If I could just see someone else who was plain-looking, that'd be great.

"We have some stuff booked under the name Benson," Cole said quietly, as if saying it any louder would make it more real.

"Ah, yes. Okay, if you'd like to follow me, I'll show you to your massage room."

I followed Isabelle with a huge smile. I was feeling giddy with excitement at having a massage with Cole. Isabelle opened a door, and the smell of rose oil hit me. Two white beds were in the middle of the room. There was a chest on the far wall with loads of little drawers and a huge bunch of pink orchids in a white vase on top.

"There are towels on the beds. If you remove all of your clothes and cover yourself, your masseuse will be with you in five minutes."

My eyes widened. _Remove_ all _of our clothes?_ _Okay, I did not think this through._ I'd not been naked in front of Cole before.

She left the room, and I started to hyperventilate.

"You can leave your underwear on. Just move your bra straps off your shoulders," Cole suggested. "I'll turn around. I won't look. I promise."

_Oh God._ _Breathe._

_The last time I was naked in front of another person..._

I squeezed my eyes closed. _Don't think about that. Cole isn't going to hurt you._

With a deep breath, I opened my eyes and removed the dress I was wearing. _It's fine. You can do this._

Cole quickly removed his top and shorts, unashamed, but he left his boxers on.

"I'm not looking, Oakley. Go ahead," he said with a chuckle as he lay facedown on the massage table.

As promised, he didn't look, and I shoved my bra straps down and got on the bed. As soon as I was lying down, I made sure the towel covered me from my underarms to my knees.

"You good?" he asked, turning his head and smiling at me.

I nodded, fisting my hands, through the rapid beating of my heart.

_Everything's fine._

A knock at the door made me jump. Cole called out to let the masseuse know that we were ready. Thankfully, two women entered. There was no way a man, who wasn't Cole, was going to touch my body.

_Never again._

"Okay, this was a good idea," he admitted halfway through.

Yeah, I bet he thought that, with yesterday's gorgeous model massaging him.

I closed my eyes as Elana worked her skilful hands over my shoulders. I had a lot of tension, but for the first time in years, I was fully relaxed.

When our thirty minutes were up, I pouted and got up to get dressed as Elana and Cole's masseuse left the room. Cole turned around again, so I could have some privacy.

_Does it really matter if he sees you?_

I wasn't scared of Cole or what he would do because I trusted him with my life. Impulsively, I grabbed the top of his arm and spun him around.

"What?" he croaked. His eyes widened as they landed on my half-naked body.

I was covered by my underwear, but it was still very intimate.

He gulped audibly, and his Adam's apple bobbed. "I can turn, um...turn around if...er," he stuttered, stumbling over his words.

It was cute to see him tongue-tied, and it kind of gave me a thrill to know _I'd_ made him like that.

Shaking my head, I pulled my straps up, all the while being careful not to flash him. We both dressed in complete silence, and neither one of us took our eyes off the other. The only sound that could be heard was our ragged breathing.

"You're beautiful," he whispered once we were dressed.

He stepped closer to me, and I blushed, feeling his heat warm my whole body. My eyes prickled, and I willed myself not to cry. I didn't feel beautiful, but knowing Cole thought I was meant _everything_ to me.

He smiled and bent his head to kiss me. "Let's get this face mud crap over with."

I broke out in a smile and led him back to reception.

We were led into another room. This one was bigger and not at all private. Cole glared at me as three young women looked up at us. Their faces were smothered in a dark green paste. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it. Though I'd enjoyed the diving so much, I did feel bad for making him go through something he clearly didn't want to do.

"I thought this was a couple's thing? As in, two people!"

_Nope, just the massage. This is fun._

For the whole time we were in that room, Cole frowned and moaned. When he glanced over at me with a grey face that looked like he'd fallen in a cement mixer, I wished I had brought my camera with me. Not that the image would ever leave me.

As soon as our face masks were off, he stood up, ready to leave.

"Lunch and beer," he announced.

_Beer to restore his masculinity? Bless him._

He'd have to hope that Jasper or Mia was around to get him a beer first.

Cole wrapped his arm around my waist, and we made our way to the outside hotel bar.

The holiday was passing far too quickly. I hated how close we were to leaving, but I was still having the time of my life. Cole and I had been hanging out at the beach a lot, and I was actually getting a tan. It was a nice change from my usual pasty, ghostly white. We barely saw our parents during the day, except for breakfast most mornings and every evening for dinner.

I couldn't wait until I was old enough to leave home.

Mia spent most of her time with a girl she had met on the second day. They'd go out every night and apparently look for hotties. Neither one of them had found a holiday romance, and I suspected Mia wasn't up for it because she was still holding on to Chris. But she was having a good time.

And Jasper...well, we'd occasionally see him around the hotel. He would get up around three in the afternoon and chill by the pool bar, have dinner with us, and then go out all night. I'd overheard him tell Cole that he'd only woken up in his room a few times.

_Gross_.

Since the dressing incident in the spa, I had grown even more comfortable around Cole. We now both thought nothing of changing in front of each other. Every night, he would sneak into my room and sleep in my bed. We would just mess around and kiss until we fell asleep. He didn't try to touch me intimately, and I loved him for that. Although, while caught up in the moment, I'd wanted him to so many times.

He made me burn for something I knew would be amazing with him. I wanted to take things further, and I was getting more confident with letting him know that.

After dinner, Cole and I decided to chill in my room and watch a movie. We would be going to the water park again early in the morning, so we didn't want to be out too late. My parents were off with David and Jenna in town for dinner and a show. Jasper was doing his usual, and Mia was out in town with her new friend, Hazel.

I climbed on the bed and hovered above Cole, my hands beside his face. He instantly smiled, wrapped his hand around the back of my head, and pulled me down. His lips captured mine in a kiss that made my toes curl. Slowly, he rolled us, so he was on top.

He chuckled and kissed my forehead. "Oakley?" His voice wobbled. "This is probably really late, considering everything, but...well, I was wondering if..." He sighed and shook his head. "Shit, I'm such a twat. Will you be my girlfriend?"

My mouth fell open. _Breathe, Oakley!_

His body tensed. "Er, is that a no?"

I shook my head, and he frowned.

"It's a yes?"

I nodded and kissed him. That was the biggest and easiest yes I'd ever said. He pulled away and kissed down my neck. I froze for a second, fighting between wanting more and being terrified of how I might react.

Cole moaned as he ran his hand down the side of my body, and he gripped the bottom of my top. This was that defining moment where I had to decide if I was going to listen to what I actually wanted, which was Cole, or what I thought I should want, which was never to be touched again.

No more putting my life on hold. We weren't doing anything wrong, and I wanted this.

I loved how he made me feel and how natural being with him was.

_This is my choice. No one else's._

When I didn't push him away, he pulled my top over my head. My whole body felt like it was on fire. Everywhere he touched made my skin tingle. His hands caressed my stomach and chest with such a gentle touch that it almost tickled.

He groaned, and his eyes smouldered. "Maybe we should stop?" He made it sound like a question, a question he knew the answer to.

Putting the last of my fears aside, I shook my head, and Cole bit his lip.

My decision to be with him wasn't an easy one, but I loved him and trusted him. This was about us.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

His voice was thick with lust, and it made my stomach clench. I nodded and ran my hand through his soft hair.

"Are you scared?"

_No, not of being with you._

I shook my head, and he chuckled.

"Don't worry. I'm kinda nervous, too."

_Why is he nervous?_

"This isn't just _your_ first time," he admitted, biting his lip.

_Cole is a virgin?_ My eyes widened.

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Not sure if I should be insulted by your surprise or not."

I shook my head, trying to make sense of what he'd said. _How can he be a virgin?_ He'd had a couple of girlfriends before. Although they hadn't lasted very long, but still...

"It took so long for me to even consider that there might be a tiny chance you liked me the same way I liked you. I've never slept with anyone because...because I've only ever wanted you," he whispered.

_Oh._

_Wow._

A warm tear roll down the side of my face, and Cole wiped it away with his thumb.

He smiled and added, "I love you, Oakley. Always have. Always will."

Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath as warmth spread through my chest.

I felt a gentle pressure on my lips, and I kissed him back, showing him how much I loved him, too.

# nineteen

## Cole

I lay perfectly still, so I wouldn't wake Oakley, and I watched her sleeping in my arms. She was so beautiful and so out of my league that I couldn't believe she'd agreed to be with me. I was the luckiest bastard alive.

She sighed in her sleep and rolled onto her back. A mass of blonde hair lay messily underneath her.

Last night was the best night of my life. The way she felt and tasted was etched into my mind. Sex was not at all underrated.

A weight had lifted off my shoulders when I finally admitted I was in love with her. I'd been holding it in for so damn long, scared that it would put her off.

It was good to finally say it out loud.

Oakley didn't think that much of herself, and I had no idea why. To me, she was perfect. It didn't matter that she wouldn't talk or that our relationship wouldn't be normal because of it. I was in love with _her_.

When she'd first stopped talking, everyone had thought it was because of a fish bone she'd choked on. We'd waited patiently for a few days, and then it'd become obvious that something else was going on. At one point, Jasper had thought she was doing it for attention, but that wasn't like her at all.

I still wasn't sure what had caused her to stop speaking, and it would drive me crazy sometimes.

Oakley would have to come to us. There had been so many times when I'd wanted to beg her, make her tell me, but I knew that would push her away. My goal was to be someone she knew she could count on whenever she decided to talk.

I wanted so badly to hear her say my name again. I wanted to hear her voice, hear how it'd changed, and see if I recognised it.

I sighed in happiness and kissed the top of her head, hoping that she would let me in one day. I'd been patient all these years. I loved her, so I wasn't going to give up.

It was almost six in the morning, and I needed to sneak back to my room soon, but I was too comfortable. I doubted anyone would be up at this time, but I couldn't risk getting caught and not being able to sleep in her bed again.

Waking up next to her made me feel like a king, and I'd only have a few more days to do it.

After another ten minutes of staring at her, I got out of bed. She took a deep breath as I moved her, and she settled back into the pillow.

_Stop being a fucking creep and leave!_

Throwing on my clothes, I took one last look at her and left the room.

A few people were about as I walked along the corridor, but thankfully, none of them were Oakley's parents. I got in my room and headed straight for the shower. There was no way I could fall back to sleep now, so I might as well get up.

As I looked at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I froze, realising I'd left Oakley alone the morning after we'd had sex. She would wake up alone. Each morning, I'd get up and go whether she was awake or not, but it was different now.

_You're such a twat!_

Glancing at the ceramic clock on the wall, I saw that it was now six forty-five. Too late to sneak back.

_If you get a move on, she might still be asleep when you get back. You can't let her wake up alone._

She'd set her alarm for seven thirty, so I had to be quick. Rushing around, I clumsily started to get dressed. I was in such a hurry that I stumbled around like a puppy learning to walk. I shoved my leg through the wrong hole in my shorts and growled. _Calm down!_ I was so bloody jacked up that I couldn't even dress myself.

When I was finally ready, I only had minutes to spare. No one but Oakley had ever made me feel nervous. Other girls didn't affect me. She was it, and I was terrified of messing things up.

Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my phone and wallet and headed to her room. The problem I had now was that her door was locked, and I didn't have a key. Whatever happened, she would wake up the morning after losing her virginity and be alone.

_Nice one, Cole._

Shaking my head at myself, I knocked on the wooden door and waited. As the seconds crept by, I thought a thousand different things that made my head spin. _What if she woke up and thought I'd skipped out on her? What if she already left because she was angry and upset?_

_I should've left a note._

The door swung open, and she smiled shyly. Her beauty hit me like a wrecking ball.

_She's up earlier._

"Hi," I said, giving her an apologetic grin.

I was a mess of nerves and something so powerful that it almost winded me. I'd been in love with her for a long time, but now that I knew her feelings reciprocated mine, everything was more and I had no idea how to handle what I was feeling.

_What now?_

She moved aside for me to come in, and I followed her inside. She sat on the bed. _I love that bed._

I needed to say something, but when I opened my mouth, nothing came out. _Shit, this is awkward. It shouldn't be awkward._

_Seriously, say something!_

Gulping, I searched for the right words, not knowing what they even were. "Are you okay? You're not...er, sore or anything?"

Biting her lip, she shook her head. Her cheeks turned the most adorable shade of pink, almost matching her full lips.

"Are you sure? I mean, your first time is meant to hurt, and if you're sore, we can get you something," I rambled like an idiot. _What the hell would you even get for that?_ Sitting down, I winced in horror at how pathetically tragic I was.

Oakley shook her head again and stood up, busying herself with getting her bag ready to go out.

"Okay. Good." I frowned.

She rarely admitted when she was ill or in pain, so it came as no surprise that she wasn't admitting to anything now. When she had finished shoving her camera into her bag, I got up and wrapped my arms around her. She melted into my chest.

"I love you," I whispered, running my hands through her soft hair.

She stroked my cheek, and my heart almost imploded.

Reaching up, she pressed her lips against mine. I kissed her back, pulling her tight against my body. I hated that we had to meet our parents for breakfast. I just wanted to take her back to bed for the rest of the day.

Pulling away to catch my breath, I touched my nose to hers. "You ready?" I asked.

Her breath caught in her throat, and it made me feel a thousand feet tall. She nodded slowly, not taking her eyes off mine for a second. I quickly kissed her, and we left for the breakfast restaurant.

We got into the lift, and she smiled apologetically, pulling her hand out of mine just before we got to the ground floor.

_Right_. It was so no one would see us together. Not that they hadn't seen that over the years but we had to be extra careful now. I didn't like it, but if we kept it up a little longer, we could enjoy the rest of the holiday in peace.

"It's okay," I assured her. "I want to be able to spend time alone with you, too. We can tell everyone we're together when we get back, right?"

She nodded eagerly and practically skipped out of the lift as the door opened. Laughing, I shook my head and followed.

Mum, Dad, Sarah, Max, Jasper, and Mia were already sitting at the table, waiting for us. Thankfully, her parents had relaxed completely and let her go off with me all the time. I loved that they trusted me with her, but they wouldn't let us have that freedom when they found out we were together.

"Morning," I said as everyone greeted us, trying to keep the I've-just-had-sex smug grin off my face.

Jasper eyed me suspiciously, but that could just be his normal twattish face. There had been so many times he'd thought Oakley and I were more than friends, so he wouldn't know any different now.

"Water park, fuckers!" Jasper said, earning a glare from Max and Sarah.

"Let's go and eat," Max said tightly.

We went up to get our food from the buffet table and then sat down to eat. The buffet was my favourite part of the hotel--well, second to Oakley's bed.

Jasper and I stuffed ourselves until we felt sick. It had kind of become a contest now, one I'd lose daily. I could live with losing to see him holding his stomach and groaning every morning.

As I watched in shock and awe at the piles of toast, sausages, bacon, beans, and mushrooms on his plate, I sighed. Today would be no different. The guy was a machine.

I moved my leg, so it was brushing against Oakley's. A smile crept onto my face as I saw her blush.

"Mind if I come to the water park today?" Mia asked.

"Sure," I replied.

Jasper was coming along, too, so it wasn't like I'd get to spend time alone with Oakley anyway.

Mia had been hanging out with some girl all week, but she'd gone home yesterday, so Mia was at a loose end.

"Right," Max said as everyone stood up. "You four have a lovely day. Oakley, you stay with Cole. Us old folks have a boat to catch, but we'll see you for dinner. Take care of her," he told me before kissing Oakley's forehead.

"I will."

He nodded and held his hand out for Sarah. He never told Jasper to look out for Oakley. Probably because he couldn't keep a goldfish alive.

"Meet in the lobby in an hour," Jasper said.

"Good. That'll give my stomach time to deflate," Mia said, patting her belly. "I'm not wearing a bikini when I'm bloated."

I rolled my eyes and walked to the lift with Oakley close to my side. We looked innocent. We so were not.

# twenty

## Cole

Oakley and I went back to her room to spend the hour together before we left for the water park, and I was seriously sulking because we would have to pretend to be friends all day. We had only just gotten together, and I wanted to show her off.

Groaning loudly, I flopped down on the bed. "Why do they have to come?"

She smiled in amusement and jumped on the bed. I rolled onto my back, and she crept on top of me. My heart started beating faster and harder at the feel of her body pressing against mine. I ran my hands up her back and fisted her hair. _See? Things are much better when we're alone._

"Kiss me," I ordered.

And she didn't hesitate to cover her mouth over mine.

Moaning deeply, I curled my hand around her neck and kissed her back. She tasted like the strawberries and watermelon she'd had at breakfast, and her lips drove me insane. She kissed me like she _had_ to.

Oakley pulled away too soon and sat up, smiling down at me. I squeezed her thighs and willed myself to calm down. I didn't want to put any pressure on her, and I didn't want her to think that I just wanted her for sex.

If I had my way, we'd spend the rest of the holiday in bed, but I also wanted to do everything she was excited for while we were here. Soon, it'd be back to reality, and when we told everyone about our relationship, there would be a lot more rules we'd have to follow.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked, running my hands up her thighs and gripping her hips.

_This is not helping me calm down._

She smiled, nodded, and swung her leg off me. I couldn't tell if she wanted me inside her again or if she really was hurting. I knew she wouldn't tell me if she were, and it drove me crazy.

_Maybe I should've ran her a bath this morning?_

God, this was all new to me, and I felt like I was constantly fucking up.

"So, are you wearing that blue bikini?" I asked. _Please say yes. Please, please_ , I begged in my head.

A blush swept across her cheeks, and she dipped her head.

_Oh, thank you._

This was going to be a good day. I groaned and readjusted my shorts while she wasn't looking.

Sitting up, I kissed her and moved my lips down her neck. "I love you," I murmured against her skin.

She gasped and gripped my T-shirt at the sides.

"Okay," I said, ripping back like she'd just kicked me in the balls. I stood up and explained, "We need to go out soon, and you're making it hard." _Really, really hard._

A loud, obnoxious knock on the door that I knew was from Jasper was like having a cold shower. Her brother could kill the mood in an instant.

"Let's go," Jasper said with a wide smile as I opened the door.

We were supposed to meet in the lobby, but I guessed he couldn't wait for that. He was probably too eager to stalk some poor, innocent girls by the pool. I couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him. Abby, his ex, had really screwed him over.

When Mia arrived, her mood had changed completely from an hour ago. She was no longer excited to go out. Her face looked like someone had slapped her, and her blue eyes glared at everything. Obviously, she had just spoken to Chris the Dick. I fucking hated that guy, and if I knew I wouldn't lose my sister, I would've punched him a long time ago.

"I booked a taxi. Let's go," she said, trying to keep her voice light.

Oakley walked ahead with Mia.

"Bet you twenty quid, I score at least twice today," Jasper said.

I looked over at him, bored. "When the fuck are you gonna grow up?"

He rolled his eyes and smirked. "Cole, man, I'll do that shit when I'm in my forties. Why the hell would I want to settle down so young?"

"Why are you bothering, Cole?" Mia asked. "You know what Casanova is like."

"Isn't that the guy on _Titanic_?"

Oakley snapped her head around and stared at her brother in disbelief.

I laughed at the stupid dick and wondered how the hell he had gotten into uni.

"What?" Jasper said, frowning in annoyance as to why I was laughing at him.

"Honestly, babe, it's a wonder you're able to dress yourself," Mia teased. "You're lucky you're good-looking, Jasper."

His lip curved. "You think I'm good-looking, sweetheart? You should see what I keep covered up."

She rolled her eyes and started walking. It was only then that Oakley shook her head and caught up with Mia. Jasper wasn't stupid, most of the time, but, _fuck_ , he did not think things through before opening his mouth.

At the water park, we split up to go to the respective changing rooms and then met outside. Jasper was immediately off as soon as he saw a group of girls walking by. They were all beautiful and probably Cole's age, about a year younger than Jasper. None of them could make me turn my eye from Oakley though. That girl was buried deep under my skin, tattooed all over my heart. I fucking loved her with everything I had.

With Jasper gone, I looked like a bloody pervert while waiting outside the ladies' changing room. I averted my eyes as a group of preteens walked out. This was awkward.

Mia came out first, looking behind her. Oakley appeared, and I lost the ability to breathe.

She was breathtaking. The bikini looked like it had been custom-made for her. Oakley's body was slim, and thanks to gymnastics, it was toned, too. Every inch of her was perfection to me.

"Swim and then slides?" Mia suggested.

My eye twitched. _No, go away._

I forced a smile. "Sure."

Mia led the way to the largest pool with the rapids, and I followed with Oakley. She'd folded her arms over her chest, uncomfortable from the male attention she was getting. There was nothing for her to worry about. I wouldn't let anyone touch her.

She stepped closer, her arm pressing against mine, as we walked. I felt a twinge of jealousy every time I caught someone looking at her, but I couldn't blame them. Oakley was stunning.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She nodded, biting on her lip.

"You look beautiful, okay? Don't be embarrassed by your body."

She looked away and took a deep breath. I had no idea why she felt ashamed of her body. There wasn't a single thing I would change about it.

I jumped into the warm water after Oakley. As soon as she was in the pool and her body wasn't on show, she relaxed.

We messed around in the pool for a while before we went on some of the slides. She made me go down with her, but hell, I wasn't complaining. It was the perfect excuse to touch her.

"Wanna get some food?" I murmured against her skin as I kissed along her jaw.

Mia had gone to the toilet, and God knows what or who Jasper was off doing, so Oakley and I had a few minutes alone together. Oakley let out a startled breath and nodded.

"Okay, let's go." My voice was embarrassingly urgent. I probably sounded like a dirty old man on one of those sex phone lines.

Oakley's skin broke out in goose bumps as we walked back to the changing rooms to get dressed and go to the restaurant.

"Hey," I called out to her.

She looked up at me in surprise.

"I love you."

One side of her mouth pulled up into a cute little grin. She winked and went into the changing room.

_Yep, I'm definitely the luckiest bastard alive._

The rest of the week didn't bloody slow down, and it was soon time to go home. I stood in the airport, feeling like shit and wanting to go back to the hotel. The holiday had been the best of my life, and every day, Oakley and I had grown closer.

We'd decided to wait until after her birthday to tell everyone. She would be sixteen, and her parents would be more likely to be chilled about it. Not that I thought they would hate us being together, but I didn't want to risk anything.

As our plane took off, I felt deflated, and once were able to leave our seats, Jasper was off chatting to some girl he'd met at the bloody gate. That was fine with me though. I had my girl to myself for a while.

"This has been the best two weeks of my life," I said, taking her hand.

She nodded, biting her bottom lip. I'd come to know the look she was giving me right now. It was full of love and want. We'd slept together every night since our first time. I loved every second of being so close to her.

"I love you," I whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, like it was too much, and snuggled into my side. I laid my head on hers and wondered if I would ever hear her say those three little words. Not that it really mattered. I knew she felt them, and that was more than enough for me.

# twenty-one

## Oakley

I felt sick to my stomach that we were almost back in England. Our perfect holiday was officially over. Cole and I would have to pretend that nothing was going on for a little while.

I had to figure out how Dad would react when we told everyone. _Will he be okay with Cole and I being together?_ He'd already acknowledged that I was growing up, and he was giving me more freedom. It'd been two years since _it_ stopped. _Is he really ready to let me go?_ I hoped so. I wanted that more than anything.

Cole watched out the window with a sad smile. _What's he thinking?_ When it came to the two of us, I had no idea what was going through his mind.

I sat back in my seat and tried to act as if not knowing what was going on with him wasn't sending my mind spinning.

"I hate the end of holidays," Mia grumbled, flopping down in Jasper's empty beside me. "The plane home is the most depressing thing ever."

_I couldn't agree more._ Reality was the worst. I would rather live in that holiday state where everything was perfect forever. Nothing was perfect though. I knew that. I couldn't even fool myself into believing that I could have that, not even now. I was too damaged to have anything touch me and stay perfect. All I could hope was that I didn't taint Cole.

Jasper sat down in Mia's seat in the row beside ours.

"How'd it go?" Cole asked Jasper, smirking.

_I don't even want to know._

Jasper's eyes lit up, and he slammed his fist into his chest. "I just joined the Mile High Club!"

_Yes, I definitely didn't want to know._ I grimaced and looked past Cole and out the window. If I had to hear about it, I was going to jump.

"Of course you did!" Mia scoffed.

Mia and Jasper argued like brother and sister. She hated his womanising but sympathised with the reason behind it. Jasper had given up on his cheating ex. Mia couldn't bring herself to do the same.

"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Mia," Jasper said.

"You think I'm jealous of you screwing some random in a stinky, dirty plane toilet? Wow, you really are up your own arse," she argued, shaking her head.

"Firstly, the toilet didn't smell, and secondly, I got her name first, so she wasn't random. It was one of the best experiences of my life. The girl could sure--"

"Thank you!" Cole snapped. "We don't need your details, man."

I pressed my leg against his and smiled, thanking him for stopping my brother talking. Jasper didn't have a filter for when he was in the company of people who might not want to hear about his exploits.

For the rest of the plane ride, I cloud-watched out the window. Cole, Jasper, and Mia bickered. Occasionally, I'd listen in and want to jump again. I loved them all, but they were crazy.

Cole laughed at Jasper's stories a few times, and it made me wonder if he wanted to do those things, like having sex outside or on a plane. That really wasn't for me. Cole had made sex feel normal and beautiful, but I didn't think I would ever be one of those people who had to have it everywhere.

I just hoped that I could be enough for him.

The plane landed too soon, and I followed my family down the stairs and into the airport. All I wanted to do was get back on and fly back to Italy. Cole seemed to sense my mood and stepped closer to me, offering his support. It helped.

I hoped that we'd get to spend some time alone before we told everyone. Everything would change then. We wouldn't be allowed to be alone in our rooms, and Dad would be checking up on us all the time. I worried about how everyone would react. I knew some people wouldn't understand why he'd want to be with me. I didn't either. _Will people act differently toward him? Will anyone go as far as trying to convince him that he can do better?_

I rubbed the ache in my chest. Cole loved me, and I had to trust that I was enough in his eyes. It didn't matter that I didn't feel like enough. That wasn't my decision to make.

"It's gonna be okay," he whispered smoothly into my ear.

I nodded in agreement even though I wasn't convinced.

Once everyone had their bags, we walked to the long-stay car park where we'd left the cars.

"Are you coming with me, Oakley?" Mia asked as she unlocked her car.

I nodded and handed my suitcase to Dad's outstretched hand. All I had left was the car journey. Home was fast approaching, and I needed every last second before I got there.

Cole and I got in the back, and Mia threw her keys to Jasper.

"You drive," she called.

My eyes widened in alarm. I wanted to switch cars. Jasper drove like a stereotypical boy racer, and I really didn't know how he hadn't caused an accident or gotten a speeding ticket yet.

"Buckle up, kids," Jasper chirped, smiling with exaggerated crazy round eyes.

Although I knew he was only trying to scare us, I double-checked my belt. Then, I checked again. Whoever gave him his licence should be fired. Gripping the door handle as Jasper revved the engine, I said a silent prayer and closed my eyes.

By the time we got home, it was getting dark. The sky was a moody blue, the shade it usually turned before a storm. It made me miss Italy even more. While everyone fussed around, getting the suitcases out of the cars, I wrapped my jacket around myself as I felt all the anxieties and fears inside me resurface.

_Back to normal._ _I could cry._

"Right, we'd better get inside," Dad ordered with what felt like a pointed look at me. "We could all do with an early night."

That meant I couldn't hang out with Cole any more tonight.

"Yes," Mum agreed.

Cole pulled me into his arms. No one even batted an eyelid because the hug looked like a friendly one we'd shared a million times before. Only Cole and I knew what it meant now.

"I'll see you in the morning. I love you," he whispered in my ear.

My heart soared.

_I love you, too._

We smiled at each other as we started walking in opposite directions to our houses.

Mum unlocked the front door and ushered us inside. "You tired, love?" she asked.

I nodded, and she kissed my cheek.

"Okay, off to bed then."

I wasn't going to argue. Spending the evening with Mum and Dad wasn't something I was going to do, and Jasper would just play on his computer until he collapsed.

Dad didn't go to kiss me, too, so I gave him and Jasper a quick wave and legged it upstairs. I changed into my pyjamas and climbed straight into bed. Stretching out my arms and legs like a starfish, I suddenly wished Cole were with me. My bed was big and cold, and I didn't like it.

As soon as I pulled the cover up to my chin and wrapped it around me like a cocoon, my phone beeped.

_Cole._

I miss you! Doesn't feel right when you're not with me. Be ready at eight tomorrow. I love you so much. x

I couldn't wait until eight o'clock, whatever it was for.

I clicked reply and contemplated sending a text. __

I love you.

_How bad could it be to send one text message?_

Clutching my chest, I dropped the phone on the bed with a soft thud and pressed my face into the pillow. I was in so much pain that my body shook with silent sobs.

_You can't. Not ever._

I knew how bad it would be.

# twenty-two

## Oakley

I woke up in the morning, and my head was pounding from crying the night before.

_There's no point in crying. It won't change the past or the future._

_You're stuck forever._

Rubbing my eyes vigorously to clear the thoughts that had kept me awake at night, I took deep breaths. I might be locked in silence forever, but I'd be okay.

I checked the time on my alarm clock. It was 9:52 a.m. I'd slept in late, but I'd needed the extra sleep. Flopping back down, I covered my eyes with my forearm. In the darkness, I heard Cole's laugh. Startled, I scrambled up on the bed.

_What the hell is wrong with him?_

"And here I was, thinking you'd be ready by now," he said, grinning in amusement and cocking his eyebrow.

I had no clue how he could be so...awake after a full-on two-week holiday and late night.

"You all right? You look tired."

_That's because I'm tired._

He came and sat on my bed. I'd never quite get used to the way he looked at me.

Cole reached his hand out and tucked my hair behind my ear. Then, he ran his thumb under my eye. "Have you been crying? Oakley, what's going on? Are you okay?"

I nodded, and he pulled me close to him. Right now, in his arms, I was okay, but since we'd gotten together, I'd been thinking too much.

"Do you still want to go out? We don't have to. We can hang around here if you want."

I jumped up and shook my head. That was the last thing I wanted. Dad was taking today off before he'd lock himself in his office again, so I wanted to be out of the house.

"You sure?" he asked.

I was beyond sure. I grabbed some clothes out of my drawer and held a finger up at Cole, telling him to give me a minute.

"Yeah, like you'll actually be ready in one minute," he called after me as I ran to the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

_I can get ready in a minute. Maybe._

Cole laughed as I slowed my pace. "I knew you were going to do that!"

Smiling, I locked myself in the bathroom and stripped. I turned the temperature up too high and got in. After stressing out about my past last night, I felt like I had to scrub my body again to get it clean.

_You can scrub until your skin peels off. You'll never be clean._

I scrunched my eyes shut, gripping the rough sponge as I scraped it over my legs. I cried for everything I'd gone through and everything I would continue to lose. My tears mixed with the water and ran down the drain. Crying didn't change anything, but it released some of the pressure that constantly built inside my chest.

_Get it together. You're stronger than this._

Cole would have to wait because, as hard as I tried, I couldn't pull myself together. Sliding down the tiled wall of the shower, I curled my body into a ball.

_The floor is where you belong. If Cole saw you like this, he'd think you were pathetic. If he knew, he'd be disgusted. He'd hate you for letting him have sex with you. Who wants used goods?_

I gripped my hair as I sobbed.

_Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!_

I hated that I couldn't stop those thoughts. No matter how hard I'd tried to forget what had happened, it was always there, lurking in the background, waiting for a glimmer of weakness so that it could take ahold of my mind.

_I'm stronger than this. Stand up._

Cole was waiting for me in my bedroom, and here I was, having a meltdown on the shower floor.

_I'm a survivor. I'm not a victim._

It took every ounce of strength I had, but I pushed myself to my feet, clawing at the tiles for support. _I won't stay down._ Once on my feet, I put my face under the spray of water and washed it. I quickly shampooed my hair and got out.

My face was probably going to look blotchy, so I might need some concealer for under my eyes. Cole couldn't know that I'd been crying again.

I really needed to stop that.

After getting dressed and drying my hair upside down, I dared to take a look in the mirror. My eyes were slightly red, but it wasn't anything I couldn't touch up and conceal.

Digging in my wash bag, I found what I needed and dabbed a little under my eyes. Thankfully, we had the same light skin tone, so I didn't look ridiculous. My hair sat halfway down my back, and it was a nightmare in the heat, so I tied it up and went back to my room.

Opening the door, I almost ran into Cole. Gripping my thumping heart, I scowled at him.

_Who just stands outside a room like that?_

He laughed, tilting his head to the side, causing his brown hair to flop across his forehead and almost into his eyes. "I'd apologise, but that was funny."

I glared at him and folded my arms over my chest.

"I love you," he whispered.

Every time he said that, I felt like I was going to burst apart.

"Come on," he said, grinning at me. "We need to leave. It'll take a while to get there."

_A while to get where?_

Grabbing his muscular forearm, I raised an eyebrow. He'd know what I was asking. He almost always did.

"London," he said.

I blinked hard. _London? London, as in the capital of the country?_ _The one that's hours away from where we live?_

_Has he lost his mind? We can't just bugger off to London. Dad will freak._

I stared at him, waiting for an explanation, as my chest burned with anxiety.

Cole shrugged. "Come on. You've always wanted to go to that creepy Madame Tussauds place...and ride on the London Eye. You love that tourist shit."

_Yes, but still, we can't just take off to bloody London! Can we?_

He chewed on his lip as he waited for me to consider it. I wanted to go, obviously, but I worried about what'd happen if Dad found out. Cole would've said straightaway that he'd cleared it with my parents if he had, so I knew this was a secret trip.

I dipped my head in an unconvinced nod, and Cole brightened immediately. At least one of us thought it was a good idea.

"Great. Get your arse in the car, Oakley!"

I did as I had been told, and on the way out, Cole lied through his teeth when Dad asked where we were headed. I felt sick as I listened to him tell Dad that we were going into town to go bowling and grab some food.

We headed to the motorway, toward London, and I got that holiday feeling again. We were completely alone. I lay back on the seat and wished we could stay in London forever--or anywhere else, for that matter.

Cole glanced over, flitting his eyes between the road and me, like he had to keep looking at me. I'd never felt so safe before. The feeling was mutual because I stared at him more than anything else.

The traffic wasn't too bad, so we made it in just over two hours. Cole parked, and I panicked. We weren't even in central London. The traffic and craziness of the big city would get a lot worse. Cole smirked as I looked in horror at the road we'd have to cross. He took my hand and probably regretted it when I crushed his bones.

_Great, we're going to die._

The people driving were insane, but nothing was as barmy as the people walking out into the road...while cars were coming at them.

"You need to relax, babe," Cole said. "I promise, I'll get you home in one piece."

He shouldn't make promises he wasn't sure he could keep.

I'd had plenty of experience with broken promises.

I grimaced and tucked myself into his side.

_Sod this. I want to go home._

Cole eventually got us to the other side safely, and we only had a short underground ride to Madame Tussauds. As soon as we were back up on normal, ground level, I was fine. People still showed a shocking lack of self-preservation, but they were all used to dodging death each day.

In the museum, Cole paid the entry fee, and we went inside.

He was right when he'd said it was creepy. Hundreds of pairs of eyes followed my every move, kind of like when you were late to class. Cole stared at each wax celebrity, like it was some big conspiracy theory and _Night at the Museum_ was going to happen when the lights went off.

"It's just...why would you want to make wax people?" he muttered, looking at David Beckham in disgust. "This man is a legend, and they've made him outta wax. Do you not find that even a little bit--"

I covered his mouth and shook my head, grinning. I mean, when you thought about it, it was plain wrong, but that was half the fun. Most of us would never meet these people in real life, so paying to see a wax clone was...yeah, actually, it was just insane.

Cole only let me have an hour at Madame Tussauds because he needed to eat, and then we were going on the London Eye. We stood in line, full on chicken from Nando's, waiting for our turn.

A man wearing a black jacket and beanie hat flicked his finger, calling our group up as a capsule started to pass. Cole and I walked inside and went to the far wall, making sure we got a good view.

I didn't even want to think about how high we were going. Cole wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I suddenly didn't care if we went right up to the bloody moon.

"Hey, look," Cole said, pointing out Buckingham Palace and then Big Ben.

_Wow_ , I thought, staring in awe.

This trip was worth the stomach ulcer I'd probably get after worrying that Dad would find out.

I pressed into Cole's chest and sighed.

"Enjoying it?" he asked when we reached the top.

I nodded and interlaced my fingers with his.

We spent the rest of the ride pointing things out to each other.

"That was good, right?" he said.

I nodded as we walked off and headed to the tube. It was time to go home. We'd only been in London about three hours, but we'd still have to drive home, and Dad would become suspicious if we were back too late. I didn't need questions.

"We'll come again when we have more time. Maybe for a weekend," Cole said, holding on to the bars of the train above me.

Instead of taking the one free seat in the middle of the row, I opted to hold on around Cole's waist. I could feel every muscle through his T-shirt, and when he stepped closer, I could feel his heart flying in his chest.

I loved him so much.

By the time we got back to the car, it was already five p.m. With the evening rush hour traffic, it would take a lot longer to get home. Shaking my head, I yanked on Cole's arm, pulling him closer to me, as we walked through the car park. Chuckling, he kissed the top of my head.

I'd had an incredible day even if it couldn't last as long as we both wanted it to. The fact that he had whisked me off to London to do two things I'd wanted was more than enough. He was the sweetest, and I was the luckiest girl on the planet.

It was getting cooler now, and the cold wind bit at my face. My coat kept my body warm, but I could feel my lips turning numb. I couldn't wait to get into the car and turn the heat on. British summers were so unpredictable.

We got in the car. Cole started the ignition and backed out of the spot. I cranked the heat up, raising my hands to the vents to warm them up.

For the whole journey home, I stared at Cole. It was getting dark, and the orange glow from the dashboard lit up his blue eyes.

"You're staring again," he said with a half-smile.

I nodded, unashamed. I was completely in love with him, and I wasn't embarrassed by it.

Two hours and fifty minutes later, we arrived back at my house.

_I don't want to go in there._

_I don't have a choice._

"Well," Cole said, walking me to the door, "thanks for trusting me to take you to the big city, country girl."

I bit my lip, dizzy on all things Cole, and melted into his chest. I was so in love with him that it was starting to make me one of _those_ girls. I didn't even care.

"Tomorrow," he whispered, kissing me softly before leaving me.

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

I floated into the house in a happy daze. My little bubble was burst as Jasper paused his computer game and raised his light eyebrow.

_What now?_

"I think we should have a chat about Cole."

_Okay, I really don't think so._

"Don't shoot daggers at me, lil' sis. I know you're together."

My mouth popped open. I started to shake my head in denial, but Jasper scowled.

"Don't lie to me. I might not be Mensa"-- _that's putting it mildly_ --"but I'm not stupid. Do you think I can't see how you two look at each other? I know love when I see it, Oakley. I'm worried."

_Worried about what?_

Cole would never hurt me. Jasper knew that, too.

He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes. "Shit. Look, I know Cole's a good guy, but I just want you to know that I love you, and if he ever does anything to hurt you, I need you to tell me. I would cut his balls off."

He laughed awkwardly, and I smiled.

"You promise me, you'll be careful?"

I nodded quickly, not wanting him to elaborate. Jasper didn't need to know that Cole and I had been intimate. I was still underage for a few more weeks. The few times that we'd slept together, we had been careful. There was no way I'd risk getting pregnant. I wouldn't bring a baby into this world, especially at fifteen.

"By careful. Well, you know what I mean--"

I held my hand up and nodded again--this time, with a burning face. It was unlike Jasper to be nervous or embarrassed about the subject though.

"Okay. Well, I'm glad we got that straightened out. I've got a date with a new chick, Carly, so I'm gonna do one."

He remembered her name.

_Well done, Jasper._

Grabbing his leather jacket, he turned to me and said, "You do know that I love you, right?"

I smiled and nodded. _I love you, too._

_I wouldn't be living in my own personal hell if I didn't._

Sometimes, I wished I didn't love my mum and brother. Things would be _so_ much easier if I could allow myself to hurt them.

Jasper closed the front door behind him, and I went to find Mum.

# twenty-three

## Oakley

"Oakley?"

I frowned and pressed my face into my pillow to ignore Mum calling me. _Why can't she let me sleep?_

"Oakley," she repeated.

I felt like I'd only had three hours. Sighing in defeat, I rolled over and waited for whatever she needed me for at...ten thirty a.m.

All right, so it wasn't _that_ early.

"Morning, honey. Sorry to wake you, but I wanted to let you know that Auntie Ali's going away for the night, so Lizzie's staying with us. She'll be here soon. You need to make some room in your wardrobe for her things, okay? Apparently, she's packed a lot, and she wants to hang a few things up."

_No, this is not okay. Who unpacks clothes for one night?_

There was only so much she could physically wear in a day.

I tried hard not to show the disappointment because Mum loved her niece, but I couldn't keep a frown from dominating my face.

"Oh, she's not that bad! Come on, you, up. Dad's making pancakes for breakfast."

Mum left me to get up. I flopped back in bed. _Lizzie for a whole twenty-four hours._ Groaning in frustration, I jumped up and stomped around in a mood.

_This is not a good start to the day._

The second I got downstairs, she walked through the front door. I didn't even have time to drink a hot chocolate--or force down a coffee--to mentally prepare myself. Jesus, I'd _just_ woken up.

"Oh, I can't wait for your birthday party, Oakley!" Lizzie gushed, pouting her lips and fluffing her hair.

_Well, hello, Lizzie._

"Your mum's practically invited your whole year! She's so cool, you know."

_No._

I was suddenly filled with dread. _Does that mean Julian has an invite, too?_

I didn't want to have to face my classmates until I absolutely had to--on the first day back at school. Not a nanosecond sooner.

_But it's not like I get a choice in what happens in my life. Or to my body._

"Pancakes, girls," Dad announced, poking his head around the kitchen door with a celebratory smile.

Dad was the self-proclaimed pancake king. Everyone raved about them, but they would get stuck in my throat.

I followed Lizzie to the kitchen table and sat down.

_Twenty-four hours. I can do that._

_You've had worse for a lot longer._

_This will be a walk in the park._

"Hey, look who I found," Mum said as she walked into the room.

Cole trailed behind her, smiling. It faded as his eyes landed on Lizzie.

"Hi, Cole," Lizzie purred.

I rolled my eyes. He frowned and sat beside me.

With a nod of his head, he replied a quick, "Hey."

"I have something, sweetheart." Mum handed me a folder.

An A4 piece of paper was taped to the front with the typed letters, _Oakley's Sweet 16_.

_God, please say this isn't happening._ My skin prickled with unease.

I flipped the folder open and died a little inside. The first page was a list of guests. I slapped it shut, not wanting to know. It wouldn't change anything. This was Mum's desperate way of moulding me into a normal teenager, and I'd let her run with it.

"I was thinking we could get one of those chocolate fountains. What do you think?" Mum held up a magazine cutout of a giant white chocolate fountain.

I'd been warned about that one. Honestly, I was fine with chocolate though.

I nodded along with her idea and dug my fork into my cherry pancakes.

_I wonder if Dad remembers making these after his friend finished hurting me_.

I remembered.

_I can't forget._

"Great," she said, pulling me out of the tunnel I was about to disappear down. She grabbed a pen and circled the phone number.

Picking at the pancakes, I glared at them like it was all their fault.

_Why did he make cherry?_

"Ice cream?" Cole offered.

If no one were around, I would've kissed him. But then, if no one were around, we wouldn't need to escape. Nodding gratefully, I stood up and took our plates to the side. I hadn't touched breakfast. Dad noticed, but he didn't say a thing. Not that he would.

I had no idea if he thought about the past or if he was just better at blocking it out. It didn't care either way, I supposed. Nothing could change it.

"Take Lizzie with you," Mum ordered.

I narrowed my eyes at her, and Cole's expression mirrored mine.

"Ooh, one minute," Lizzie sang as she ran off up the stairs, no doubt to change.

"Tell her we're in the car, please," Cole said to my mum.

Five minutes later, he sighed and slammed his head back on the headrest. "A minute? More like a fucking hour," he grumbled.

Well, that was Lizzie.

Finally, ten minutes later, she strutted out of the house, wearing a very short denim dress.

"Jesus," he spit. "Where the hell does she think we're going?"

_Hooters. Nightclub. Church. It doesn't matter with her._

We drove in silence. Well, Cole and I did. Lizzie sang along with the radio. Her voice wasn't the worst in the world, but it certainly wasn't made for the higher notes. I wanted to repeatedly bash my head against the window.

"We're here," Cole announced loudly, forcing her to stop singing.

_Thank you._

"Here?" Lizzie scrunched her nose up as she looked at the quaint little diner-style café.

_What did she expect?_ We were fifteen and seventeen and born without silver spoons in our mouths. I didn't work, and Cole did the odd job with his dad. This was about all we could afford.

I gritted my teeth and got out of the car. Lizzie followed behind, her heels clicking against the tiled floor.

"Do they do low-fat milkshakes?" she asked, briefly looking around in bewilderment at the quiet café.

"You could have strawberry or banana. Got fruit in 'em and all," Cole said sarcastically.

"Oh, banana, please."

"I'll go order," he replied.

"Erm, aren't you going to ask Oakley what she wants?"

He looked at her like she was a toddler. "Yeah, I know what she wants."

Cole walked over to the counter to order, and the second he was gone, Lizzie didn't waste any time in digging for information on him.

"Is he seeing anyone?" she asked.

_Yes. Back off._

I picked up a plastic coffee stirrer and debated on whether I could get away with ramming it into her eye.

_If I nod, will she ask whom? However, if I say no, she might try something with him._

_Bloody hell._ I couldn't sit here and watch her flirt with him.

I gave a quick nod, hoping that would make her stop looking at him as if she wanted to eat him.

"Ugh, of course he is," she grumbled as she slumped back in her chair.

Surely, Cole wasn't nearly rich enough for her.

Cole reappeared, holding a tray with our milkshakes and ice creams.

"So, Cole, what's your girlfriend like?" Lizzie purred.

He froze, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. "Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, Oakley said you were seeing someone."

I watched as a knowing smile swept across his face.

"Really?" he asked. "She did, huh?"

"Yep. What's she like?" Lizzie repeated the question, needing to know what was going on with everyone.

"She's all right," Cole replied, lifting and dropping one shoulder in a casual shrug. "But I will say one thing; she's incredible in bed," he added.

_What?_ I choked on my drink and slapped my hand over my mouth. _Why the hell would he joke about that?_ I wasn't sure if I was burning in embarrassment, anger, or need.

"You okay, Oakley?" Cole asked innocently.

I nodded and forced myself to smile at him when all I wanted to do was chuck my ice cream all over him.

"Yeah? Really?" Lizzie asked, leaning her body toward him. "You're good, too, then?"

"Not had any complaints," he said proudly.

Okay, I wasn't comfortable with the direction this was taking at all. Sex wasn't something I could joke about or even have a lighthearted conversation about. It was a huge deal to me. Firstly, I never thought I'd _ever_ want it. I had layers upon layers of issues surrounding sex. I didn't want anyone knowing any details about my intimate relationship with Cole.

I concentrated on my ice cream, swirling the spoon around to soften it up.

_He thinks you were a virgin._

_Maybe you were good because you weren't._

I dropped my spoon, and it clinked loudly into the bowl. I took even breaths.

"Whoa, careful, Oakley," Cole joked.

If I were at home, I'd take a shower. Shame I couldn't scrub my brain clean.

I gave him a fleeting smile and picked the spoon back up.

_That's not why Cole thinks it's good. It's because we're together. We are good._

I took a mouthful of ice cream and almost choked as my throat rejected it. _Can't even bloody eat properly now!_

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julian and two of his friends walk past the window.

_Please don't come in here. Please._

They did.

_Of course_.

As soon as they spotted us, they strode up to our table. Cole's body tensed when he saw who was coming. He looked ready to defend my honour again. I loved him for it, but I didn't want him getting into another fight.

Not wanting him to cause a scene, I pressed my leg against his to tell him to stay calm. He got the message and relaxed his shoulders a fraction.

Julian and his friends ordered and sat at a table next to ours even though the café was practically empty.

_Predictable_.

"Hi, Oakley," Julian said in a friendly manner.

_What's his game?_

I smiled briefly and looked away just as Lizzie seductively fluffed her hair.

_Oh no._

"Hi, I'm Lizzie, Oakley's cousin."

Julian smirked, his eyebrow rising slightly. "Really?"

She nodded and turned around to face him. "Yeah. So, are you going to her party on Saturday?"

He looked straight at me and replied, "Yep."

"Well, make other plans. You're not welcome!" Cole growled.

"Actually, I am. Got an invitation to prove it," he retorted smugly.

_Great, so Mum did invite him. That's just bloody fantastic._

"Julian. Fuck. Off," Cole spit through gritted teeth.

Lizzie watched them with wide eyes, her head flitting back and forth like she was watching a tennis match.

_Perfect. Now, she's going to be grilling me about this._

I'd had enough, and I just wanted to get away, so I stood up and started walking out. I heard footsteps right behind me, and I knew it would be Cole. Then, I heard Lizzie's heels clicking unevenly as she hurried after us.

"See you Saturday," Julian called.

Cole turned around and gestured something, but I didn't look to see what. I got in the car and slammed the door.

"Don't worry," he said, stroking my hand. "We'll stay away from him. I won't let him come near you, I swear."

I looked up to the roof, so the tears that were pooling in my eyes wouldn't fall. The summer holiday was supposed to be a break from everyone at school. The thought of seeing them all again made me feel sick.

"What was that all about?" Lizzie squealed so loud that it made both Cole and me jump. She slammed the car door and huffed. "You were so mean to him, and he's lovely! He called me back and asked me to be his date to your party. Can you believe that?"

_Yes._

"I have no idea what to wear! Oh God, we _have_ to go shopping."

I put my head to my knees in despair. Getting the message, Cole put the key in the ignition and sped home as quickly as was legally possible. 

# twenty-four

## Oakley

Everyone but Cole and I were downstairs, setting up the decorations and moving furniture around to make room for the DJ. My birthday wasn't until tomorrow, but my party was tonight.

_Don't suppose you can skip your own party..._

"We get to tell everyone soon," Cole said, grinning, as he tied string to a balloon.

He was excited to have our relationship out in the open. I was on the fence.

I dropped my gaze and busied myself with a banner.

"You don't want to tell them, do you?" Cole asked quietly, his face falling.

I hated that I was responsible for that look.

"Oakley?" he prompted.

Sighing, I nodded.

"You don't mean that. You're worried about what they'll all say."

I nodded again.

"They'll be happy for us. You know they will be. Things will calm down after a week or two when it's old news."

So, he knew they were going to be watching us like crazy, too.

"Look, I don't like it, but we can wait longer. Whenever you're ready."

He'd said the words, but I knew he didn't mean it.

Smiling, I shook my head and quickly kissed his cheek.

I missed being physically affectionate with him. I wanted to hold his hand and have his arms around me whenever we wanted, no matter who was around.

I missed being intimate with someone I trusted with my life, someone I knew would never hurt me.

It was time to come clean about our relationship and be a normal couple. I was ready for that.

I deserved that, surely.

_Cole deserves that with someone worthy._

Ignoring the voice in my head, I playfully shoved his shoulder and made him laugh.

Two hours later, I was dressed for the party. My nerves grew with every step I took downstairs until I thought I was going to explode. I was thankful that Cole, Kerry, and Ben would be with me. At least I could spend the evening with them and ignore everyone else.

People had come to see what my life was like, what my family was like. None of them wanted to celebrate my birthday.

Some of my family had already arrived and were standing around, drinking and chatting. My grandparents from both sides of the family were sitting on the sofa with overflowing wine glasses. I didn't see Dad's parents often; they lived quite far away, so they only visited on birthdays and at Christmas.

_How would they react if they found out what he really was?_

_They wouldn't believe you either._

The doorbell rang, and I took a deep breath, taking a peek at Cole to stop myself from freaking out.

He smiled and mouthed, _Love you_ , which made me forget everything and everyone.

"Happy birthday, Oakley!" Julian shouted from across the room, throwing his arms out like an idiot.

Cole glared, and if looks could kill, Julian would've been a goner by now. There was no need for him to be here. The guy hated me. It made no sense.

I smiled through distaste, and Cole tugged me into the kitchen.

_I can do this. By midnight, it'll be winding down, and everyone will go home._

Rolling my eyes as I looked around, I shook my head. The whole house was covered in decorations. _Pink_ decorations. You could barely move around all the balloons, banners, streamers, and enormous pink feathers. Yeah, feathers. _What am I? Eight?_ It was probably what Mum had wanted for her sixteenth.

My mouth dropped open in shock as I saw what was on the kitchen counter.

_What on earth?_ Blinking in disbelief, I stepped closer to the giant ice sculpture. It was of a girl doing a cartwheel--of _me_ doing a cartwheel.

_She's really lost it._

"Honey, here." Mum gave me a plastic cup of punch and one to Cole, too.

Forcing my lips to twitch in a brief smile, I turned, pretending to look at something different so that she wouldn't see how much I hated all of it. She still saw me as a little girl.

_Just a few hours. For her_ , I reasoned with myself again.

"Well, this is all very pink," Cole commented, stating the bloody obvious. "She knows your favourite colour is yellow, right?" Of course, _he_ knew that. "Come on, I need some vodka in this before I hang myself."

As we made a move, Kerry hopped in front of me and laughed as I jumped. "Sorry. Happy birthday! This party's awesome, by the way."

_Is it though?_

"I'm guessing you like pink," Ben said sarcastically as he threw his arm over Cole's shoulder.

I stared at him flatly. _Nope._

"She doesn't like pink. Her mum organised everything," Cole explained.

"Ah. Ouch." Ben winced in sympathy.

Kerry waved her hand. "Don't worry, Oakley. You have us to save you now." She pulled me to the side. Her grip was tight, and she strode confidently through the small crowd that had gathered by the doorway.

"Sit," she ordered, pointing to the smaller sofa that had been pushed into the corner of the room.

Cole and Ben joined us, both sitting on the arms of the chair.

"This is our corner. If anyone tries to take it, kill. Okay?" Kerry sternly looked at us.

I grinned in amusement and sat back in the sofa. _Maybe this party won't be too bad after all. Or maybe those are famous last words._

We settled into a conversation and managed to have a good time. Cole and Ben bickered like an old married couple, which was providing most of the entertainment. I wasn't even required to socialise with others much. Family was happy to catch up with family and leave me to blend into the background.

Occasionally, I saw Mum chatting happily and laughing with Ali and Nan. That was why I put up with the stupid party.

_She's smiling, and it's genuine. She deserves this._

Jasper knelt down in front of me and leered toward someone. I thought he had gone out for the evening, but of course, he'd want to be around lots of girls.

"The blonde girl over there," he said, gesturing toward Jennifer from my class. "She over sixteen?"

I nodded, and Jasper rubbed his hands together.

"Legal. Fair game." He made it sound like a joke, but we both knew he wasn't kidding.

Suddenly, I caught sight of Julian dancing with Lizzie. I noticed how he'd move her closer to where we were sitting until they ended up right in front of us. I didn't know how Lizzie could even touch him. With a sick feeling in my stomach, I turned back to Cole and our friends.

"She's not pregnant, dipshit. She's just put on weight," Kerry said, looking at someone in the room.

_Okay, what have I missed?_

After six cups of punch, my bladder felt like it was going to burst, so I went upstairs to the bathroom. Just as I was about to open the door, I heard someone giggle from inside my room.

_Oh, hell no!_ My room was off-limits, and I was ready to flip out on whoever was in there.

_But do I want to see whatever is happening?_

_No, but I have to stop it._

Quickly pushing the door open with the hope that I'd keep dinner down, I was unprepared for what I saw. My jaw dropped. I wanted to bleach my eyes.

Lizzie and Julian were all over each other on my bed, and now, I was going to have to burn the sheets.

Lizzie gasped and looked up in shock.

_What on earth is wrong with her?_

Furiously glaring at her, I pointed to the door. She immediately ran out, sneering at me as she shot past me. At least they were fully dressed. It could have been _much_ worse.

_Sorry I stopped you from making a huge mistake with a complete dickhead._

"Well, well, well. Looks like we're alone now, huh," Julian sang. I stood my ground as he slowly moved off my bed and took one step toward me. This was my room. I wasn't going to let him intimidate me here. Straightening my back to try to make myself appear taller, I stared him in the eye.

He stopped a couple inches in front, and my stomach tightened. What was he going to do? Everything inside me was screaming to run away, but I refused to do that. I'd done that for too long.

"Sorry you had to see that, babe. She wasn't taking no for an answer."

_Babe? No._

I glared at him. I couldn't really care less what he had done with Lizzie. To be honest, they deserved each other. I just didn't want it in my room. Or my house.

He cocked his head to the side as he watched me with caution.

"Stop playing hard to get, Oakley," he finally said as he took another step closer.

We were far too close now, but I didn't waver.

_Who's playing hard to get?_ I wasn't playing anything. I hated him and had good reason to.

"You think I don't see how you look at me?"

_How I look at him? What the hell is he seeing?_ _He's drunk. That's the only explanation._

"Don't look at me like that," he growled. "I've had two years of you ignoring me and pretending like you don't give a shit! I have to fucking insult you just to get you to acknowledge me!" he shouted, stepping forward one more time.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins as his arms reached out to touch me. All I could think about was stopping him. As his arms stretched nearer, I balled my hand into a fist and punched him as hard as I could. We both stumbled back in shock.

_Oh God._

The sound--like a dull, crunching thud--rang through my ears. Julian's hand shot to his mouth, and he groaned in pain. My hand immediately started throbbing. I shook my hand and winced. The movies didn't show the puncher hurting after.

Julian straightened his spine. His dark eyes were stone cold. Blood started to seep through a small slit on his lip.

_Oops._ I'd done that. I was a little proud of myself for standing up to him. It felt good.

_You should've done that a long time ago, too._

_How? I was a kid._

"Stop being such a bitch," he spit.

I took a step backward, turned slowly, and walked out of my room. I half-expected him to follow me, but he didn't. Taking the stairs two at a time, I flew to the bottom.

"Whoa," Cole cried as I slammed into him. "You okay?"

_Yes, actually, I'm really okay. Sod Julian._

Cole glared, and I spun around to see what'd earned that look. Julian, of course, was standing at the top of the stairs. He ducked into the bathroom when he noticed Cole with me.

"What happened? Was his lip bleeding?"

I smiled and held my slightly swollen hand up. Cole's eyes widened in surprise and, I thought, awe.

"Did _you_ just punch him?"

I nodded and watched pride sweep over his face.

"You're amazing," he said as he stroked my sore hand with his fingertips. "But you need to get that looked at." Shaking his head, he guided me to the downstairs bathroom.

After Cole made me keep my hand under cold water for a few minutes, it was starting to feel better, but that could be just because it was turning numb. He kissed my temple and then wrapped my hand in a towel to dry it.

"Let's go get you a couple of pills for the pain."

I threw the towel in the washing basket and reached for the door handle.

The pain was fine. It was a nice reminder of the fact that I'd defended myself. It was the first time.

Cole grabbed my good hand and spun me around. "Have I told you how beautiful you look in that dress?"

Blushing, I reached up on my tiptoes and kissed his lips. I was wearing a simple summer maxi dress with a paisley design. It was nothing fancy, but I loved that Cole thought I looked good.

He made me sit back down with Kerry and Ben while he went to get me some painkillers. Julian still hadn't left, like I'd thought he would. He was now back downstairs with his friends. Why would he stay? If he was trying to make me feel uncomfortable in my own home, he could stop wasting his efforts. I'd been there for a long while.

"Here you go." Cole handed me two paracetamol and a glass of water.

Smiling gratefully, I slung the pills in my mouth and swigged a couple of mouthfuls of water.

"Headache?" Kerry asked.

I gave her a nod, not wanting to get into the real reason I needed them.

Cole, always wanting to save me, grabbed my hand and gave it a tug. "Want to dance?"

_In front of all my family and most of the people I hate from school?_

I wanted to dance with Cole, but I didn't want to draw any extra attention to myself. And I didn't want Dad to see Cole and I getting closer.

This was _my_ bloody party though, and I should enjoy it.

I got up and followed him about three steps to where all the dancing was happening--and I used the term _dancing_ very loosely. Some of these people would be having sex if it wasn't for their clothes. People dry-humping in her living room--that'd teach Mum for throwing a party _she_ wanted me to have.

Dad was probably seething.

_Good._

When I was in Cole's arms, the party didn't seem that bad at all. Nothing did.

_Our relationship is going to end horrifically. He won't want you when he finds out._

_That's fine because I'll never tell._

Silencing my inner demons, I stepped closer to him. We'd been this close before. I left a small gap between us, so we didn't look a little too cosy. Throwing my arms around his neck, I grinned.

A few times, I noticed Julian watching us dance. I was tired of being intimidated and scared, so I ignored him. The only thing I cared about was the way Cole was looking at me.

Just as I thought I could start to relax properly and enjoy the evening, the music was cut off.

Mum tapped a microphone, and my heart dropped.

_She's going to make a speech._

# twenty-five

## Cole

I felt Oakley's body stiffen under my arms as Sarah stopped the music. _Surely, Sarah understands that Oakley hates the spotlight?_

In my arms, she squirmed in embarrassment.

"Hello, everyone," Sarah said cheerfully.

Oakley grimaced. _Fucking hell._ Even Jasper looked at her mum like she'd forgotten she was throwing the party for her daughter.

"Sorry to interrupt and stop you from dancing, but I'll only keep you for a few minutes. I just want to say a few words about my beautiful daughter."

Oakley cringed harder and shrank back into me, so she was half-hidden. I felt awkward for her. If I didn't know that taking her away would make things worse, we'd be outside already. She would never do anything she thought would upset her mum.

I was pissed off at Sarah. As I gritted my teeth as she started to ramble on about how proud of her daughter they were, I pulled Oakley closer. Oakley was amazing. I couldn't love her any harder if I tried, and I'd shout it from every fucking rooftop if I knew she wouldn't absolutely hate it.

Throughout Sarah's long-winded speech, Oakley stared at the floor in discomfort. She didn't dare look up in case she caught someone's eye.

"So, please say a very big happy sweet sixteen to Oakley. Happy birthday, honey," Sarah cheered, raising her glass.

The crowd joined in with the exception of me, Jasper, Kerry, and Ben. We seemed to know Oakley a shitload more than her own mum.

"You okay?" I asked Oakley as soon as Sarah handed the microphone back to the DJ.

She nodded, her eyes still on the floor. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink in embarrassment. I groaned and grabbed her hand, pulling her through the kitchen and out to the back garden.

We were alone outside, thankfully.

"Sorry. You hated that, right?" I stroked her cheek, and she smiled.

Finally, she looked up at me and nodded, chewing on her lip. My pulse raced at the loving way she looked at me. Knowing she loved me felt amazing.

"Wanna sit out here for a while?"

She didn't answer, but she sat down on the bench beside the fence and sighed. Her bloody mum might have screwed things up in there, but I was determined to make sure she had a good time even if that meant we stayed out here for the rest of the night.

We stayed outside for a bit and tried to decide on the best way to tell everyone about us. I was all for the direct approach, but Oakley was much more reserved about it. Of course, her parents would be stricter with us, but I didn't want that to keep us a secret. Hiding our relationship any longer felt wrong, like we were doing something we shouldn't.

We had no reason to hide.

I turned her slightly swollen hand over to get a better look at it. Oakley had never hit anyone before in her life--well, apart from playfully hitting Jasper and me. I was actually extremely proud of her for sticking up for herself, and the fact that that she'd split Julian's lip was a bonus.

_We'll need to talk about her technique though..._

"Did Julian try something?"

She looked a little taken aback at my timing but not surprised that I'd asked the question.

"Oakley?" I prompted.

She sighed and half-nodded her head but looked a little unsure. He wanted her. I gritted my teeth together.

He'd try his hardest to make her life hell, and then he'd try it on with her.

_What the hell is wrong with the bastard?_

"I hate the prick."

She winced.

"Sorry. No fighting, I promise. Think I'll leave that up to you now."

She smirked and rolled her eyes.

"You okay to go back inside now?" I rubbed her arms, feeling the tiny bumps on them.

She was cold.

Standing, she pulled my hand, struggling since I didn't help. I laughed as I threw my arm over her shoulders, and we walked inside together. As soon as we got back into the lounge, I noticed Julian. He raised his eyebrow in challenge and grabbed the microphone.

I tensed. _Shit._

"Ladies and gentlemen," he slurred.

_How did he get that drunk?_

Max and Dad were supposed to be checking everyone's drinks.

"I would also like to say something about the birthday girl. Firstly, she isn't as sweet and innocent as you all think." He waved his arm around, spilling his drink on the floor. "She's a real little tease. Gets you all worked up and then runs away. Hey, Oakley?"

She backed up as tears filled her eyes and ran toward the stairs. My blood boiled, my throat burned, and my fists twitched.

"Secondly, she's screwing her _best friend_."

I was halfway across the room, level with Jasper, as we rushed to stop the dickhead. I froze at his words and looked at Oakley.

She stood deathly still on the stairs, and I started to feel sick.

Max, closer than me and Jasper, grabbed Julian by his shirt and roughly threw him out the front door. "You stay the hell away from my daughter!" he bellowed after Julian.

As he slammed the door, an eerie silence fell upon the room.

Sarah finally broke it seconds later. "Is that true, Oakley? Cole?"

Oakley looked so scared. I wanted to wrap my arms around her and proudly tell everyone that we were together, but we really didn't need the whole world knowing about our _private_ love life.

The look on my girlfriend's face stopped me from admitting anything.

"No, it's not true," I stated confidently.

Oakley let out a deep breath as soon as I'd denied it, and it cut me deep.

"Why would he say that?" Max asked, raising his eyebrows.

"'Cause he's a _psycho_!" Jasper shouted _psycho_ toward the door where Max had thrown Julian out. "He's the one who's been giving her a hard time. Cole and I have punched him a few times," he said with a shrug and a proud smile.

Sarah sighed, and her shoulders sagged in disappointment.

"I think it's time for everyone to leave." Max gave the order, and everyone obeyed.

Once the guests had left and the DJ had made a quick exit, saying he'd be back in thirty minutes to pack up, Max switched the main light on.

My parents had stayed back for moral support. Oakley walked down the stairs from where she'd frozen halfway and stood beside me. I'd never seen anyone who wanted to fucking run away more.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Sarah asked her, brushing her hair out of her face.

Oakley nodded but didn't smile. Her jaw was tight, and I could tell that she was angry with Sarah for making her have the party in the first place. So was I. Everyone would be gossiping about it for ages. It was only going to make it harder for Oakley when we had to go back to school.

"Why don't you two go upstairs and watch a movie? We'll sort everything out down here," Max suggested, ushering us toward the stairs.

_We aren't going to talk about what had happened? They just believe what I said?_

Oakley and I exchanged a look but quickly dashed upstairs, neither of us wanting to be in the limelight right now.

"That went well," I said sarcastically as we both flopped down onto her bed.

She ran her hands through her hair, fighting a smile.

"So..." I wasn't actually sure what I wanted to say or how to word it. "You really didn't want them to know..."

She shook her head.

_Ouch._

"Is that because of the way they would have found out?" I asked nervously, biting the inside of my mouth in anticipation.

She rolled onto her side, and a nod gave me her answer.

"Okay. Good. You know, it's going to be harder to tell them now. They're going to know we lied."

I frowned as I thought about how we were going to deal with this. We had come out of one awkward situation and dived straight into another one.

Oakley sighed and shuffled over, so she could lay her head on my chest.

I breathed her in and kissed the top of her head. Her hand splayed on my chest, making it hard to focus on what I needed to focus on. I wanted her hand under my shirt, for us to be skin-to-skin.

Groaning in frustration, I picked up her remote and turned the TV on. We were supposed to be watching a movie.

"I think we should still tell them on Tuesday," I said after a few minutes.

Her fingers dug into my chest, but she did something I hadn't thought she would. She nodded her head in agreement.

_Fuck. She agrees._

"Okay, Tuesday, we'll tell them we're together, but nothing's happened? We don't need to tell them we've had sex. I want that between us."

She nodded more enthusiastically. I knew she wouldn't want to tell anyone details of our relationship. I didn't mind the banter about girls and sex and shit. I just couldn't do it when it was about me and Oakley.

"Hey, it's just after midnight. Happy birthday."

She flashed me a smile.

"Can I give you your present now?"

She bolted up on the bed, making me jump at how fast she'd moved. Her huge smile lit up her light eyes. It was fucking infectious. I chuckled and reached for the bag that I had left in her room earlier.

I gave her the yellow gift bag and lay back down with my hands under my head. "Happy birthday, baby," I said again.

Playfully narrowing her eyes, she reached into the bag and pulled out the card. Always the card first.

"So, what's going on in here then?" Jasper asked, walking into her room without knocking. "You can't open them now!" he screeched like a thirteen-year-old girl.

"Jasper, shut up! Technically, it's her birthday," I said, pointing to the clock.

Jasper ran over to her, cannonballed onto the bed, and grabbed her in a big bear hug. Oakley made a horrified face but smiled.

"Happy birthday, baby sis! Ow-woo, you're so grown up now. I can still remember when you were little and carried that blanket around everywhere with you," he cooed, ruffling her hair.

Shoving his hand away, she pointed to the door.

"Fine, fine. I'll go. I'll let you two get back to 'unwrapping presents,'" he said, making air quotes with his hands, as he winked.

_How is he the one who guessed first?_

Oakley blew out a breath and pulled the card out of the envelope. She smiled as she read the words and kissed me before putting the card on her bedside table. With a wicked grin, she reached into the bag again. I watched a little frown appear on her forehead as she pulled out another birthday card.

"Just open it," I said, rolling my eyes and flicking my hand toward the card.

She practically pounced on me when she opened it. I laughed and hugged her back, enjoying the weight of her on top of me. We'd not done this position yet. Not that we were now.

Since we hadn't told anyone about us, I'd gone and bought her two cards. One was plain with a yellow butterfly on it, and the other had _GIRLFRIEND_ splashed across the front. I'd never thought I'd love buying a card so much.

_Yeah, my balls are probably going to drop off any day now._

"I wanted to get you a proper card, but I knew you couldn't put it up with the rest...so I kinda got two," I said.

Even though I knew she would love it, I was still nervous. She came to me with a lot of her problems. I didn't want her to think less of me because I'd fallen in love with her and turned into a giant girl.

Bending her head, she kissed me. I felt the fire consume me with the first touch of her lips. I wanted her all the time. She got under my skin. She was all I could think about. If Mum, Dad, and her parents weren't in the house, I'd take off that dress and show her just how fucking obsessed with her I was.

After a few seconds, I pulled away while I still had some self-control left. We couldn't risk someone walking in again. My body ached to be pressed up against her again, and my jeans were getting uncomfortably tight.

"You need to open the presents," I whispered, breathing through the pounding lust. _Calm down. You'll scare her._

She peered into the bag. Her lips were slightly swollen from our kiss. It was sexy as hell.

I'd bought her all of her favourite things--another Me to You teddy bear she collected, Haribo sweets, chocolate buttons, some biography of a gymnast she had looked at when we were shopping, a crazy bright purple nail polish that she liked that had made me look like an idiot when I bought it. And, finally, she pulled out the box that had a white gold necklace with a little heart pendant and a diamond set into it.

I held my breath as she opened the box. _Please like it._ If she didn't, I could always take it back and swap it.

She gasped as she saw the necklace, her eyes filling with tears. It made my heart jackhammer in my chest.

She pulled it out of the box and ran her hand over the heart. Finally, she looked up at me and moved the bag of presents to the side as she shuffled forward. We sat an inch away from each other. Neither of us moved, and I didn't say a word. It was strange how total silence could mean _so_ much.

She couldn't or wouldn't talk, but she didn't need to. I understood everything she wanted to say when she stared at me like that.

_I was wrong. I can fall more in love with her._

After a minute, she entwined our fingers and kissed me.

"You like it then?" I whispered, smiling at her rosy-pink cheeks.

She nodded, wiping a stray tear from the corner of her eye.

Once she had finished looking at her gifts for the tenth time, we decided to put a movie on. About halfway through, I felt her head getting heavier on my chest. She was falling asleep. I wasn't going to move her until I had to, so I stayed still and watched the rest of the movie even though I had no idea what was going on anymore.

"She's a lightweight."

I jumped a little at Max's voice. Looking up, I saw him leaning against the door, smiling at Oakley. He'd opened the door fully and was watching us.

"Yeah, I know!" I said, trying to straighten up with her head on my chest. _This looks good after we just lied to everyone about being together._

"So, about tonight..." he started, walking over to her desk and sitting on her computer chair. "You would tell me if anything had happened between you two, wouldn't you?"

Oakley would freak if I said anything, and there was no way I wanted to tell my girlfriend's dad that we'd had sex. Multiple times. She was the one I felt loyal to. I nodded, feeling like shit for lying to him even if it was to protect her.

"Nothing's happened."

"Okay," he replied, tipping his chin. "Wake her up before you leave. She won't want to sleep in her dress." He got up and walked out, closing the door behind him.

"Oakley," I whispered, stroking her hair once the film had finished.

She shook her head and threw her arm over my lap, not wanting to move. The odds of her parents letting me sleep here were not great, especially after tonight. So, as much as I didn't want to, I had to go home.

I gently rolled her onto her back and tried not to laugh as she frowned.

"Do you want your pyjamas?"

She shook her head and then nodded.

_And what is that supposed to mean?_ "Oakley, which one?"

She shook her head again and buried her head in the pillow, ignoring me. I kissed the side of her head, laughing.

"Night, baby. I love you," I whispered against her hair.

She wasn't getting up for anything, so she'd have to deal with falling asleep in her dress.

Mum and Dad had already left by the time I got downstairs. I said good-bye to Oakley's parents and Jasper, who was currently eating the chocolate out of the fountain with a ladle, and I went home.

As soon as I got to my room, I stripped and climbed into bed. I sent a text to Oakley. I knew I wouldn't get a reply, but I always sent the message.

_I always will._

_One day, she'll reply._

# twenty-six

## Cole

I woke up in the morning to Mia shaking my arm.

"What?" I mumbled in a grumpy tone. _Do lie-ins mean nothing to my sister?_

She sighed and sat down on my bed. This wasn't something quick. She'd sat down. We were going to talk. It'd probably be about Oakley, and it was far too early to lie to Mia's face.

"We need to talk about Chris and how you treat him when he comes over, but I don't like arguing."

"I don't like that dick cheating on you," I shot back, raising my eyebrows. The light stung my tired eyes. _Can't we do this later?_

"Cole, please don't. I love him." Her voice was laced with pain.

I felt like shit.

Love wasn't a good enough reason to let someone walk all over you.

"I'm sorry, Mia, but it's the truth. Would you cheat on him?"

"Of course I wouldn't!"

"Why?"

"Because I love him," she snapped, angrily frowning at me.

"There you go. You wouldn't cheat on him because you love him. He cheats on you all the time. Just think about that for a minute."

Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked away.

I groaned. "Look, I'm sorry again, but you need to see the truth."

She sniffled and wiped a tear away with the back of her hand. "And what if you were in my position? What if it were Oakley cheating on you?"

"Difference is, Oakley would never do that."

She lowered her head, knowing I was right. I wouldn't ever have to worry about cheating. I trusted Oakley completely. It didn't pass me by that I had basically just admitted I was with Oakley, but Mia had probably known that anyway. She and Jasper talked.

"I guess I'm just not strong enough. I can't do it," she whispered, defeated.

Chris the Dick had done a real good job on her. She had zero confidence and didn't think she could get anyone else. She wouldn't leave him, and now, he could screw around, safe in the knowledge that he'd be forgiven.

My fist twitched to punch the shit out of him.

"I'm trying to work things out, and it would be a lot easier if you eased up when he was around. For my sake, Cole, please." She walked out and closed my door without another word.

I sighed in frustration and lay back down.

_Where did that come from anyway?_

If he was coming over today, then I was going out.

Since I was up, I decided to get ready and head to the birthday girl's early.

After breakfast at Oakley's, we drove to the mall to do some birthday shopping. She had received money from her family that she wanted to spend. Luckily, it was a Sunday, so the shops wouldn't be open too late. That should mean I wouldn't get to that point where I'd rather die than look at another item of clothing.

We also had to be back home for cake at four o'clock.

By the time she had spent most of her money and we'd had lunch, it was two o'clock, and we were heading back to my house.

_That wasn't too bad._

Although, after her going back to the shop we'd started at to buy the first top she'd tried on, I had wanted to jump out of a second-floor window.

My parents were out, and Mia was at Chris's house. We had the place to ourselves. I desperately wanted to finish what we'd started last night.

"You want a drink?" I asked as we walked into the house.

She shook her head and grabbed my hand, leading me upstairs.

_Okay, her plan is better._

She backed into my room, biting her lip. I was left breathless at the lust in her eyes. So far, she'd been quite shy, but this was new to us both. Her confidence right now was even more of a turn-on.

When her legs hit my bed, she sat down and crawled back. My quick breath hissed between my teeth. I knelt on the bed at either side of her legs.

_She's stunning._

I laid her back on the bed and slowly peeled her clothes off, kissing her soft skin all over.

"I love you," I whispered before covering her mouth with mine.

We had thirty minutes before we would have to be at her house, and I planned to make every second count.

On Tuesday, I woke up to Oakley shaking my arm. A few days had passed since Oakley's disastrous party, and we were going to tell everyone about us today. Her parents had been watching us closer, Mia had been dropping more hints, and Jasper had been dropping fucking bombs. We'd run out of time. Keeping the lie going would only make things worse in the long run.

"Morning," I mumbled, grabbing her hand and pulling her down on the bed with me.

She laid her head on my chest and sighed. This was harder on her, and I didn't want to think too hard about why.

"It's gonna be all right, Oaks," I said, knowing I was in for a slap for calling her that.

Her hand slammed down on my chest with a thud. It didn't hurt at all.

I laughed and grabbed her hand. "Sorry."

She looked like she was going to fall asleep.

"Nice try," I teased, gently nudging her.

She frowned and looked up at me.

"If you fall asleep, you're just putting off telling everyone."

That was probably the idea. I tried not to laugh as she sighed and sat up, pouting. I wanted to bite that full lip.

"We should just get this over with. I'm gonna shower, and then we'll tell them, okay?"

She nodded, chewing her lip nervously. I got out of bed and kissed the top of her head. Whatever happened when we told them would be fine. Nothing was going to stop me from being with her.

"It'll be fine, babe. I promise."

After taking the quickest shower I had ever had, I threw on some clothes, and we made our way downstairs. Her parents were drinking coffee with Mum and Dad in our kitchen.

_Good. We only have to do this once._

"Hey, guys, can we talk to you for a minute?" I said as Oakley and I sat down opposite them.

Jasper looked up from the floor where he was sitting, and a huge grin spread across his face.

_Great._

"Why, Cole, of course, you can," he said enthusiastically, throwing down the stack of pictures from the holiday.

Mia also had a shit-eating grin on her face.

Sarah shook her head at Jasper, grinning slightly at his...uniqueness. Then, her attention was on us. "What's going on?"

Oakley visibly tensed beside me, and I took a deep breath.

_Please take this well, for her sake._

"Oakley and I...we're...we're together," I said.

Everyone fell silent. Jasper gasped theatrically and slapped his hand over his mouth. He looked between his parents and then back at us.

I rolled my eyes. _Idiot._

"Can you believe it?" He shook his head.

"And how long have you been together?" Sarah asked, looking at Oakley, who was chewing on her lip.

Max looked angry, and my parents looked happy. _Well, that's two out of the four at least._

They were probably all wondering why we hadn't told them before because, let's face it, it was obvious that this hadn't just started after they'd asked us at Oakley's party.

"Since Italy," I replied.

Max stood up, his face hard and his eyes tight with anger. Veins in his neck poked through the skin. He looked like he wanted to strangle me with his bare hands. "So, it is true?" he spit through gritted teeth.

Oakley looked lost, and tears welled up in her eyes. She grabbed my hand, squeezing tightly for support.

_Hang in there, baby. I'll fix this._

"No, it's not. We are together, but nothing like that has happened," I said, lying smoothly.

Jasper raised his eyebrows.

_Say something, Jasper, and I_ _swear, you will lose your balls._

Max turned around and started to pace the room, deep in thought, obviously trying to figure out if he should believe me or not. "She's fifteen!"

Oakley's hand tightened around mine until I winced.

_Shit, she's strong when she wants to be._

"Max, calm down. She's sixteen," Mum said soothingly.

"Not when they first got together," he growled.

Oakley shrank back, pressing the side of her body against mine.

Sarah came over. "Are you sure this is what you want, honey?"

Oakley nodded, and at the same time, I snapped, "What the hell does that mean? You think I'd take advantage of her?" I actually felt sick that they would think that. I would die before I let anything happen to her.

My parents jumped in to defend me while Sarah tried calming everyone down. The room was buzzing with tension.

Max glared at me, his jaw so tight that he looked to be in pain. "You're seventeen, Cole! What on earth do you want with her anyway? You know how she is!" he shouted, making everyone flinch.

I felt my blood boil. I wanted to punch him so badly. _How she is? What the hell is that supposed to mean?_

Oakley sobbed, letting go of my hand, and she ran.

I turned to follow her, but my dad held me back.

"Let him go," he said in my ear as Jasper ran after her. "You need to sort this out, Cole."

"I didn't take advantage of her," I whispered to Dad. _Jesus. I don't ever want anyone to think that._

"We know that. All of us."

Dad pulled me back around, and I locked eyes with Max again.

_Looks like I'm still enemy number one._

Sarah held his arm, sobbing quietly and pleading with him to calm down.

I shook my head, gritting my teeth. "You know I would never hurt her."

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and nodded. "I know, but she's not like other sixteen-year-old girls, is she?"

_There's nothing wrong with her._

"Why her?" he asked.

That one was easy. "I love her," I replied. I wanted to be with her, and I wanted to make her happy. "She's not a little girl anymore, Max. Just because she doesn't speak doesn't mean she's a child. There are plenty of mute people out there who have everything everyone else has," I reasoned.

I was so fucking angry. Angry at Max's reaction and angry with myself for promising Oakley that it would be okay. _This doesn't look okay._

Max laughed humourlessly and shook his head. Sarah let go of his arm and wiped away tears that had fallen down her cheeks.

"If you love her, can you wait until she's gotten everything sorted out?" Sarah asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, frowning.

"Well," she started, dipping her head, "I think maybe you should wait until we've sorted out her speech problem."

" _Sorted out her speech problem?_ When are you going to realise that there's nothing wrong with her not speaking? If she wants to talk, she will, but until then, back off!" I ranted, tensing my muscles so much that they started to ache.

I was so pissed off with everyone thinking that she had to be fixed, as if she were a broken doll that needed a spare part to make her whole again. I would love for her to speak again, of course, but if she never spoke, it wouldn't change a thing in my eyes.

"And you say you love her!" Sarah scoffed, shaking her head at me.

"You know what? I think I might be the only one who does. You don't see her how you used to, do you? She's not your _perfect_ daughter anymore."

Sarah started crying harder. She vigorously shook her head. "I love her."

"That's not what I asked, Sarah."

Her face suddenly fell, her eyes widened, and she gasped.

_No_. I spun around and saw Oakley standing by the door, looking at her mum with so much pain in her eyes that it sucked the air from my lungs. She'd heard everything.

Sarah shook her head. "No, honey...I..."

Oakley's eyes flicked to me for help. I made the few steps over there and wrapped my arms around her waist. She gripped my T-shirt and started pulling me backward, trying to get us out of the house.

Jasper hatefully glared at his parents. This was such a huge mess, worse than I'd ever imagined. Everyone was crying and trying to tell Oakley that she had misunderstood, but she hadn't.

She tugged my shirt harder, and I knew I had to get her out. She was done. We should probably stay and talk, so Sarah could explain, but Oakley clearly needed to leave.

"We'll talk tomorrow," I said over my shoulder as I slammed the front door behind us.

We practically ran to my car. I unlocked the doors on the way, and we jumped in. The front door flew open as I tore out of the drive.

Oakley's body shook as she cried silently, leaning against the window.

"I'm so sorry, baby," I whispered, stroking her arm. _What the hell have I done?_ "We'll go to a hotel tonight, okay? I'll sort all this out tomorrow. Everyone was upset, and we all said things we didn't mean."

She didn't look up or do anything to suggest she'd even heard what I said, but I didn't stop. I had to make her feel better.

"What I said about your mum isn't true. I shouldn't have said that, and I'm sorry, but they were talking about you not speaking. It was my fault. I kinda lost it. Oakley, it's not true. Your parents love you the way you are."

She sniffed and shook her head, placing her hands behind her neck, with her elbows drawn together in front of her chest. Blinking, she looked up at the roof, and I could see how hard she was fighting to stop crying.

"Sorry," I said quietly. "I love you."

It was just after eleven in the morning when we arrived at a small B&B by the coast. We were allowed straight into our room, but since we had nothing with us, we decided to take a walk along the beach first. My phone hadn't stopped ringing since we'd left, so I turned it to silent after sending a text to Jasper.

Oakley had barely looked at me, and I was starting to worry.

_Does she blame me? She should. It's all my fault._

"Oakley, please," I begged, stopping to turn her to face me. I lifted her chin, needing her to look at me. "Can you forgive me?" I held my breath, absolutely terrified that she was going to shake her head. I couldn't lose her five minutes after finally getting her. I just couldn't.

She looked confused for a second. She finally did what I needed, and she nodded. I breathed a sigh of relief and kissed her forehead. She wasn't angry with me even though she had every right to be. I was such a dick to bring those things up with Sarah, knowing it was a possibility that Oakley could walk back in and hear. I should have known she wouldn't have wanted to leave me to face the heat alone.

"Thank you, baby."

She pressed her petite body against mine, and we held each other. The strong wind whipped up from the sea, stinging my skin. If I were cold, then she really would be. We'd have to go back soon.

"I honestly didn't think they would react like that. I knew they would be upset with us for keeping it from them, but I never expected that. It'll be okay. Your parents just need a little time."

Her body was rigid against mine. She didn't move her head from my chest, so I had no idea what she was thinking or how she was feeling. It drove me to insanity. I was supposed to be the one who fixed things for her. _But how can I do that if I have no clue what's wrong?_

_I need to lighten this up. Bright side is, we're alone for the night._

"Hey, we're at the coast together. Let's forget it until tomorrow and go get something to eat."

She pulled away and smiled weakly. I would never forgive myself for arguing with Max and Sarah when she could hear, but what I'd said was true. Sarah didn't see the same girl, and she did want to fix Oakley.

I wanted to help Oakley, however _she_ wanted me to.

We got some chips and sat on the bench that was facing the fierce dull sea. Grey clouds covered the sky. It looked about ready to piss it down. Kind of matched my girl's mood.

"Whatever happens with the parents, you have to know how much I love you. I won't ever give up on us," I said, kissing the top of her head.

She made a strangled noise that almost sounded like a sob and tucked her face into the crook of my neck.

_Let me in, Oakley. Tell me what happened._

# twenty-seven

## Oakley

As we sat outside in the unusually cold August air, I tried to pretend what Mum had said didn't bother me, but I clearly wasn't doing a very good job because Cole kept giving me side glances, looking at me like I was going to shatter.

Deep down, I always knew Mum thought of me as a child still, but I think it's more than that. I think I was a stranger to her, a different person.

_You are a different person. The old you wasn't dirty, damaged._

I didn't want to go home. I'd had enough. Actually, I'd had enough a long time ago.

"We should go back now. You're frozen," Cole said, rubbing his hand up and down my arm to generate some heat.

It didn't work, but I appreciated the gesture. I nodded and stood up. At the same time, his phone started to vibrate. It was about the thousandth time.

With an irritated deep sigh, he pulled it out of his pocket and answered when he saw who it was, "Hello?"

_Who is it?_

Then, I heard Jasper's muffled voice on the other end.

"I'll tell you as long as you keep it to yourself. Oakley needs some time, not for your parents to rush down here and drag her home." Cole's eyes narrowed in irritation.

_What's Jasper said?_

"Well, they can fuck off. She's sixteen now. She can make up her own mind."

Jasper said something else, and Cole told him our location. After another minute of muffled noise coming from Jasper's end, Cole hung up and looked at me, wincing.

"Jasper's going to tell them where we are, but he won't give them the name of the B and B. He's coming tonight and bringing pizza."

I gave Cole a look. All I wanted was to be alone with him and forget our problems for a while. But if I had to see anyone else, it'd be my brother.

"He wants to join the party." He grinned, rolling his eyes. "He's also bringing Haribo and some girl he met at a party."

_Right..._

We walked back to the B&B, hand in hand. The dull, moody weather made me in even more of a hurry to get inside. I wanted a hot chocolate and to wrap a quilt around myself to warm up.

Cole opened the front door of the quaint mid-terrace townhouse and gestured for me to go in first.

Sighing, I placed my hands over the radiator in the entrance hall. I wanted to kiss the owner for having the heat on in August. Today felt like November.

All too soon, Cole walked up the stairs, and I had to leave the warmth behind. _Where's the summer gone?_

Thankfully, our room was hot, and I crawled into the old-fashioned bed. My feet were numb, so I wrapped the cover around myself and waited to warm up.

"It's not that bad, Oakley."

_Maybe not for you!_

Cole was bigger, muscular.

_Whatever, I'm bloody cold._

Cole flopped down beside me and rolled over, laying his head on my lap.

_Do make yourself comfortable._

"We have a couple of hours before your annoying brother gets here. What do you want to do?" From the look in his eye and the way his hand trailed up my thigh, it was plain to see what he wanted to pass the time with.

His touch felt good. Every single time.

I raised an eyebrow and tugged at his T-shirt.

There was a knock at the door just after we had finished getting dressed. I was so grateful that Jasper had taken forever to get here.

Cole glared at the door before going to open it. "Hey," he said, sounding annoyed at my brother's presence. He wasn't the only one.

"Sup, Bonnie and Clyde?" Jasper joked. He walked into the room and put the _one, two, three, four, five, six, seven_ pizza boxes down on the side table.

_Seven pizzas for four people?_

"Guys, this is Casey. Casey, this is my baby sister, Oakley, and her corrupting boyfriend, Cole."

"Hey," Cole said to Casey.

I smiled at her and moved over, so we would all be able to sit comfortably on the bed. She was pretty. Her dark hair was tied to the side, styled perfectly. Her lips were painted hot pink, matching her nails. She was his type.

_But who isn't?_

"What have you two been doing?" Jasper asked a little too enthusiastically.

I blushed, probably tomato red, and looked out the window.

"You'd better not knock her up."

"Shut up, Jasper!" Cole snapped. He reached over and grabbed a pizza box off the side. "How many people were you planning on feeding?"

Jasper suddenly gasped and hopped off the bed, making all of us jump at his sudden movement.

_What now?_

"Am I sitting on your sex sweat?" he yelled like a little girl, frantically wiping his bum with his hand and then wiping his hand down the wall.

I choked on nothing. _What?_

Cole just shook his head, discouraged, while Casey just looked scared. Clearly, she hadn't known my brother long _._

_Run, Casey. Run fast._

After Jasper's inappropriate freak-out, we all ate. The TV was on in the background, but no one really watched it. Everything Jasper said was either gross or stupid. He raged about how chocolate bars used to be bigger and that it should be illegal to reduce their size, why every weird meat tasted like chicken, and--my personal favourite--what the point of belly buttons was.

Casey looked more and more regretful. As crazy and unpredictable as Jasper was, I wouldn't change him for the world, and I knew he wouldn't change me either. I loved him so much for that. Along with Cole, Jasper was the only person who accepted what I'd become.

"Effing hell," Jasper said, sighing heavily and shaking his head as soon as Casey went to the toilet down the hall.

_She'll no longer get any sympathy from me if she comes back._

"Go on, what's wrong with this one?" Cole asked, sounding bored.

"When I picked her up, she made me go in her house!"

_What a monster..._

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to explain what was so wrong with that.

"Her _parents_ were there. I've only met the girl once. Once! I had an actual conversation with her dad _and_ ate bloody cake with them all. Jesus, it was a first date, not an anniversary."

"How awful," Cole agreed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You haven't heard the worse part yet. Talking to the parents, I could just about handle, but the cake had _bananas_ on it."

Cole laughed, and I smiled so wide that my jaw started aching instantly.

"Chocolate belongs on a cake. Bananas do not."

Cole continued laughing, clutching his stomach.

"I'm serious, man! Who the hell does that to a cake?" Jasper said.

"Casey's parents," Cole choked out, laughing some more.

"Whatever. Back me up, Oakley. That's weird, right?"

I nodded. He was right, but it wasn't exactly what I'd call a deal-breaker.

"Thank you! At least she doesn't live close," he quickly whispered as the room door opened.

_She came back. Wow._

"We need more Coke," Jasper announced, getting off the bed. "Come help me, Oakley?" He kind of made it sound like a question, but before I could answer, he was pulling my arm.

We left the B&B to go to the corner shop opposite of it.

"You know Mum didn't mean it, don't you?"

_So, that's why you wanted me to come along._

I __ nodded and smiled. She did mean it, but I wasn't looking for sympathy.

_Lies are easier. Lies glue the broken parts of my family together._

"You don't seem that convinced," he muttered.

I rolled my eyes and nodded again. I knew she would change me in an instant if she could, and part of me wished she could do it, too. I'd give anything not to be locked inside myself anymore.

_Anything but your and Mum's happiness._

"Good. Look, none of us really care if you never talk again." Making an unattractive sound in the back of his throat, he slapped his own head. "That came out wrong. We care, obviously, but you're fine as you are," he said, scratching his jaw. "You know I'll always be there for you, and so will Cole," he added.

Maybe I didn't have the most understanding parents, but I did have the best brother and boyfriend anyone could ever want.

Jasper bought four bottles of Coke, and we went back to the B&B. Cole and Casey were talking about universities when we got back. He looked relieved to see me. Probably shouldn't have left him to make small talk with Jasper's next conquest.

Jasper threw--literally--a bottle to each of us and then downed half of his in one go. I climbed back on the bed and snuggled into Cole's side, laying my head on his shoulder. He handed me one of the pizzas, and I arched my eyebrow. There was no way I'd be able to eat the whole thing.

"He got seven, Oakley. Do your bit," he teased.

The rest of the evening was normal. Jasper was an idiot, and we spent most of the time laughing at him. At ten o'clock, Casey began yawning.

_Well done for sticking it out this long._

"I should get home," she said to Jasper, hiding another yawn behind her hand.

Jasper nodded and stood up. "Sure. I'll see you guys tomorrow, right?"

"We'll be back in the morning," Cole said.

"Look after her." It was a demand, one he knew Cole would do anyway.

"You know it," he replied as he started to gather up the empty pizza boxes.

We had managed to eat five of them. The other two would be Jasper's breakfast, apparently.

The second they closed the door, I peeled my clothes off and dived under the soft, puffy quilt.

"You don't have to be shy in front of me," Cole said, smirking in amusement at how fast I'd covered up.

_I can't help it sometimes._

"I'll just take the boxes out. Won't be a minute."

I nodded, curling up underneath the cover and closing my eyes.

I briefly woke up when I felt the bed dip.

Cole's arm flopped over my ribs, and he kissed the side of my head. "Night, beautiful girl."

"Oakley, wake up, babe," Cole whispered.

I felt a soft pressure against my forehead. His lips. That was the best way to wake up.

I groaned, not wanting to get up yet. Every ugly second of yesterday's argument came flooding back, and I didn't have the energy to deal with it all again.

Cole pulled the cover off. I gasped and covered my half-naked body.

Cole frowned. "Don't hide from me. You're perfect to me, Oakley, and I've seen it all before." He winked and walked out of the room, probably to use the bathroom.

I used the time to get dressed and run my fingers through my hair. We had nothing in the way of toiletries, so I rinsed my mouth out and popped in a Tic Tac I'd gotten from my bag.

Ten minutes later, we paid the room bill and were making our way to a café for breakfast when Cole's phone rang. He'd taken it off silent after he'd spoken to Jasper, deciding we couldn't ignore everyone forever.

I wished we could.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket as we sat down at a white plastic-looking table.

He mouthed, _Your dad_ , before answering. "Hello, Max. She's fine," he said, his voice short and snippy. "In an hour. We're just having breakfast. Yep. Bye."

His frown faded as he looked over at me. "He wanted to know when we'd be home. I think they just want to sort it all out now."

I carefully looked at him to see if he was only saying that to make me feel better. He kept a straight face, and I knew he wasn't talking it up. Mum and Dad wanted to make amends. I wanted that, too.

"Chocolate chip pancakes?" Cole asked, looking up at me over the tatty menu.

I nodded, feeling my empty stomach begging for food.

Throughout breakfast, I couldn't help thinking about how this was probably the last time we would be properly alone for a while. But, surely, after we'd run away, Dad wouldn't try to control our time together too much.

_Why wouldn't he? He already controls every aspect of your life._

_You can't talk._

_You can't have a normal relationship._

_You don't deserve a normal relationship._

I roughly rubbed my forehead. _Just stop._

Breakfast ended too soon. It was time to go. Cole opened the car door for me with a little bow. I smiled at how stupidly cute he was.

"Oakley?" He paused and took a deep breath.

I didn't like where this was going already. He was serious again.

"I don't want to be the reason you're fighting with your parents. I know you hate that. Damn, this is what Mia was talking about."

_Mia?_

"I will completely understand if it's too much, and you don't think I'm worth the trouble."

I felt the blood drain from my face.

_He wants out._

_Of course he does._

Cole reached over and took my hand. "I don't want to--believe me I don't--but I don't want you to fall out with them. If you wanted to just be friends again...if it's too much...then we can. It would hurt like hell and suck so bad, but I want you to be happy."

I felt sick. He really had no clue just how much he meant to me. I couldn't go back.

"So, do you still want to be together?" He'd never looked so vulnerable or scared before.

I squeezed his hand and nodded.

His shoulders relaxed, and he smiled. "Okay, good. I was terrified you'd want to end this. I don't know how I'd have pretended like it wasn't killing me."

I blinked rapidly, and a tear rolled down my cheek. _How is it possible to love someone this much?_

"Don't cry, babe. God, you're such a girl," he said teasingly, making me smile. "Oh, just so you know, that offer was forever. Since you said you don't want to go back to being friends, you no longer hold the right to." He laughed. "And, yeah, I'm aware of how much of a psycho I sounded just then. I don't care. That's just the way it is."

That was fine with me.

The car drive was silent, I didn't really know what else to say. She knew I'd fix the situation with her parents.

We pulled up outside my house, and I sagged into the seat. Going home always dampened my mood. The front door flew open before Cole had even turned the engine off. Mum ran toward us with Dad behind her. Cole's parents also saw us arrive as they both came out of his house. Mia and Jasper were nowhere to be seen, probably choosing to stay away from the drama. _Lucky them._

Cole jumped out and walked around to the passenger door, ready to be at my side. I got out of the car and stood with him. We'd show them we were serious about each other. I relaxed as I felt Cole's hand rest on the small of my back.

"I'm so sorry," Mum mumbled. She pulled me into a long hug and cried. Her body shook with tears.

After a few seconds, I caved and hugged her back.

_She loves you. She just wants the best for you._

_She wouldn't if she knew._

_She'd hate you then._

When she let me go, Dad wrapped his arms around me. I let him because there was no other choice, but my body was rigid. I forced up an emotional barrier in my mind. He couldn't get in there.

_Lie._

"I'm sorry, too, sweetheart. And to you, Cole." He released me, and I backed up straightaway. "Let's go in. We all need to talk."

We all followed Dad into the house. I sat down next to Cole on the sofa.

"Calm down, and breathe," Cole whispered.

Five minutes later, Mum put down a tray of tea, coffee, hot chocolate, and biscuits. No one had said a word since we got in. I took a deep breath, but it didn't help much.

Dad cleared his throat and sat forward in the chair. "Yesterday, everything got out of hand, and we all said some things that we didn't mean. I didn't think this would happen yet. Not until you were older, Oakley."

I almost choked in disbelief. _How can he even sit there and pretend like my age matters?_ I felt sick to my stomach. I burned in anger and shame.

_Push it away._

Mum reached across from the sofa opposite us and grabbed my hand. "I need you to understand that, as your mother, _of course_ , I want you to talk again. But it isn't everything. I don't love you any less. _Nothing_ could make me love you any less."

_I can think of one thing._

Dad's eye twitched.

"I'm sorry for what I said, but you have to understand that you will always be my little girl, no matter what. However, I really am happy for you both. Just make sure you look after her," Mum added.

Cole smiled and threw his arm over the back of the sofa. "Always."

There was that _always_ again.

After the air had been cleared, we moved on to lighter subjects. I didn't dare look at Dad again. I hated him so much, but I still loved him. I wanted him to go to prison, but I wanted him to stay and change.

I wanted him to be my dad again. It was so confusing that I thought I was going crazy half the time.

_You shouldn't love him at all. It should be that simple, but it isn't._

I hadn't seen Frank in almost three years, so I knew for sure it was over, but I didn't understand why things couldn't go back to how they had been before. Well, I did know why, but I desperately wanted to be carefree and have a happy family again.

_God, I'm so messed up._

After Cole arranged to come back for dinner before he left, I sat in my room with Mum. She had apologised a million times for what had happened and was trying to think of ways she could make it up to me.

"Oh, what about a spa day? That would be lovely," she suggested.

I did like the spa in Italy. I nodded. She was making an effort. I could do the same. She lay back against my hard wooden headboard and smiled like a teenage girl. It was nice to see her smile.

"So, how are things going with Cole? You two do make a lovely couple. I've always thought that."

_So, why the freak-out? Oh, because she realised she'd have to acknowledge that I was growing up and still had the same issues._ I was supposed to grow out of it, and that couldn't have been easy for her when I hadn't.

In answer to her question, I smiled. And bloody blushed!

"It's so good to see you happy, love."

_It's good to feel happy._

# twenty-eight

## Cole

The summer had passed by so bloody quickly, and school would start again on Monday. I had just two more days off. At least this was my last year at sixth form, and then I could concentrate on university. Now, uni was something I couldn't wait for. I'd be studying for something that interested me--structural engineering. I wanted to be the one figuring out how big fuck-off buildings wouldn't fall on top of people.

"Cole, will you hurry up? You take longer to get ready than my sister!" Jasper screamed.

I winced as his high-pitched, pretending-to-be-a-girl voice cut right through me.

"Jesus, Jasper! I'm standing right next to you! I'm ready." I grabbed my wallet, slipping it into my pocket, and sprayed some aftershave on my neck. It was Oakley's favourite and the one she'd bought me for Christmas for the last few years.

I loved it.

Tonight, I was going out with Jasper and Ben. Oakley was having a girls' night in with Sarah, Mia, my mum, and Kerry. She seemed pretty excited to spend the evening pampering herself with that muddy-looking crap they put on their faces...that I had once put on my face.

_Never again._

"Cole," Jasper whined, "why are you so slow? You taking forever on purpose?"

"Err, no, I was in the shower two minutes ago, man. It's not like I've been getting ready for an hour."

"And why were you in the shower just two minutes ago?"

_Damn. That's because I'd been with Oakley._

He saw my expression and laughed. "You're so whipped. But I'm glad you are. She's going to really need you one day."

"What's that mean?"

He tilted his head, looking at me like I'd just asked something dumb. "You know what that means. Whatever made her quit talkin' to us is bound to catch up with her. I've been prepared to drop everything since it happened, but she won't want me now."

"I'll do anything to help her. You know that."

"I do, bro, and that's why your _area_ is still intact. Now, hurry up. You're wasting valuable drinking time."

I was distracted by his words. He was right. One day, she'd have to face whatever had gone down. I had absolutely no idea what that was, but I knew it terrified me. I also knew there was nothing that could scare me away from her, no matter how hard things got, no matter how much it hurt.

"Cole!"

"Yeah, I'm coming!"

Jasper chuckled. "I thought you looked a bit funny."

I shoved past him, rolling my eyes.

_Don't stress about what could happen now. Whatever's going on, you'll fix it for her._

The past few weeks had been perfect. Oakley's parents were doing their best to accept that we were together, and they were trying to be happy for us. We weren't allowed to sleep over in each other's room anymore, as anticipated, but that didn't bother me. It really didn't help that Jasper was always around to offer another teen pregnancy statistic. He knew entirely too much on the subject.

"All right, man, I'm gonna bet you right now that I get more phone numbers tonight," he said, slapping me on the back as we walked out to wait for the taxi.

_We already know this._

"I'm not getting any phone numbers tonight. I'm with your sister, remember?"

"So, you fold? I win?"

I sighed in defeat. "Yes, Jasper, you win."

The black taxi pulled up outside my house.

Jasper stopped and looked at his reflection in the window, messing his hair up. "Do I look okay?"

"What are you? A woman?"

"Hey, I have insecurities, the same as everyone else. I might be so close to perfect that it's scary, but--"

"You look fine, Jasper!" I said, cutting him off. It was generally much easier to agree with him and just go along with it.

"Yeah? You don't think I should have gone with the blue shirt?"

I shook my head, taking a deep breath. "Are we really doing this?"

He nodded, looking deadly serious.

_This is going to be a very long night._

"No, you shouldn't have gone with the blue shirt." I shoved him into the back of the taxi. "What you're wearing looks good. So does your hair."

He laughed and scooted over, so I could get in. I gave the driver Ben's address, and we went to pick him up.

"I'm flattered, man. I really am. But you're with my _sister_ , and if I'm honest, man bits just don't do it for me."

_Why didn't I drink before I left the house?_ _A whole evening with Jasper...I must be mad._

Ben was waiting by his front door as we pulled up. He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. Since he'd gotten together with Kerry, his nights out had dwindled.

"Hey," he greeted us with an excited smile as he got in the front. "Ready to get shitfaced?"

I laughed. "Oh, yeah!"

It had been a while since I'd had a night out with the lads, and I was looking forward to it. Most of my time was spent with Oakley now. I was more than happy with that, but it was good to do separate things, too. We both needed time with our mates.

The queue into the club was short, and we barely had to wait two minutes before making it to the front.

_That probably means inside is shit._

The built-to-hell bouncer shot his muscular arm out, stopping us just as we were about to go in. He must eat ten pounds of steak and raw eggs every day. Or he was on steroids. The veins in his neck poked through his skin, and the material of his black top was stretched around his bulky shape.

"ID," he demanded of Jasper.

I watched with a smile as Jasper's face fell, and he pulled his driving licence out of his wallet. The bouncer studied it for a second and handed it back, nodding for us to go inside. We made our way through the crowd of barely dressed girls to the bar.

"I'm fucking older than you!" Jasper exclaimed, waving his hand in my and Ben's direction.

"Well, clearly, you don't look it." _Or act it._

He grumbled something under his breath and walked to the bar to get the drinks. Jasper turned to get the bartender's attention, but as she got to us, he turned away, noticing a group of girls.

_Here we go._

"Well, hello, ladies," he purred.

Since he was now otherwise engaged, I ordered three JD and Cokes and three shots of tequila. Ben and I sat down on stools and got comfortable, ready to watch Jasper make a twat out of himself all night.

"You wanna dance?" He smirked at a blonde and scooted a little closer to her.

_Give her some personal space, Jasper._

Watching him chat up women was like watching a car crash.

"I have a boyfriend," she responded, raising her eyebrows but not actually looking too bothered about the fact.

Without saying a word, Jasper turned away from her, like she didn't exist anymore.

"Wanna dance?" he asked another girl who was standing right next to her friend.

Ben laughed, and I watched, open-mouthed.

_Why is he not trying someone else?_

The blonde's friend snorted. "Are you serious? Do I look like a backup or something?"

Jasper's face turned thoughtful.

He was taking far too long to say a simple no.

Shrugging unapologetically, he replied, "Sorry. She's hot, and I saw her first."

I choked on my drink, my eyes widening in shock. _Did he really just say that?_

The girl's face reddened. She slapped his cheek, and the sound made me flinch. That had to hurt. It didn't seem to faze Jasper, and I had a feeling that wasn't the first time he'd been slapped.

"No need to be all touchy, love. I was only being honest! I thought women liked that!" he shouted after her as she stormed off with her friends.

"We've only been in here for five minutes, and you've been slapped already. That must be some sort of a record," Ben praised, slapping him on the back.

Jasper smiled proudly and downed his shot.

Halfway through the night, Jasper ditched us for a group of Thai girls here for a holiday. He was in his own little idea of heaven. I sat back at the bar with Ben, downing drinks.

"Never? It's never awkward or anything?" Ben questioned about Oakley.

"Nope." Shaking my head, I explained, "I know what she's thinking pretty much all the time. I don't really need her to say it."

He nodded along. "Wow. I have no idea what Kerry thinks, and she doesn't shut up!"

They were different ends of the extreme, one never talking and one always talking. They balanced each other out perfectly.

"But do you ever wish she would talk? I mean, doesn't it bother you that you'll never hear her say she loves you? And what about the future? When you get married? She won't be able to say the vows and shit. How would that work?"

That was something I had thought about, but surely, we could get married without her actually saying the words. I'd not looked into it, but there was sign language and probably other options for her. But Ben was getting way ahead of us. We didn't need to worry about that for years yet.

"Yeah, I wish she would talk. Of course. But it won't change anything if she doesn't. And she does say she loves me. She just doesn't _say_ it."

Ben's black eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

I couldn't help laughing at him. "Never mind. It works, okay? I'll get the next round," I said, pulling a tenner out of my wallet.

Jasper appeared back at the bar--not to talk to me and Ben, but for the redhead standing just along from us.

"This should be good," Ben muttered.

I moved slightly closer.

"Hotel room," Jasper said.

_Wow, he got straight to the point._

A song with a lot of bass started playing, making it harder to hear.

The next thing out of his mouth was, "Hitler."

I looked at Ben in horror. _What the hell is he doing? Why, oh why, is he talking about Hitler?_

The girl frowned and started to look a little scared.

_What possible reason would anyone have to bring up Hitler to a girl you're trying to chat up?_

"Some good ideas. I love blondes..."

I wanted to make a quick exit, but there was something about the train wreck that I just couldn't look away from.

The girl--hilariously not a blonde--glared.

Sure enough, she threw her drink in his face and then slapped his cheek before storming off. I stood, frozen. He raised his hands in celebration, looking around the club. It was a game.

_Between him and who?_

_Please don't see me. Please._

"Damn it," I muttered as he turned around and grinned in our direction.

"Cole! Man, did you see that?" he asked, still grinning as he walked over to us.

The front of his shirt was soaking wet.

I shook my head at him.

"Right in my face," he exclaimed proudly, wiping the strong-smelling wine from his chin.

I shook my head and asked the million-dollar question, "Why were you talking about Hitler?"

He shrugged and leant on the bar. "Worked, didn't it? I tried everything else, so I thought I'd bring a little dictator into the mix and, bam, drink all over me!" He pulled at his soaking shirt for emphasis.

_What could he have possibly tried for that to be his last option?_ I stopped myself before I asked, deciding it was probably best just not to know.

Laughing, I punched his arm and ordered eight more shots.

I'd need 'em.

# twenty-nine

## Oakley

On a sigh, I picked out my uniform and started getting dressed. Today was the first day back at school. Not only was it going to be a bad day, but in the evening, Mum's friend was coming over for dinner. She just so happened to be a psychiatric doctor.

I wasn't buying the coincidence at all.

_She's trying to fix you. No one can fix you._

_A good psychiatric doctor will know you can still talk. Then, they all will._

_I won't let them. I won't let them._

With shaking hands, I put on the black trousers.

_It's okay. Even if they know you can talk, it doesn't mean you have to._

_I'm in control of that._

_No, you're not. He is._

Mum was trying to be casual since I refused to go back to any doctor surgery. I understood how desperate she was to help me, but what she felt now was _nothing_ compared to how she'd feel if she found out the truth.

Once I was dressed and my hair was brushed, I crept downstairs to get some breakfast. Mum was still in her room, and I didn't fancy a conversation with her until the last minute.

"You ready for today?" Cole asked, making me jump at how close he was.

I was on the bottom step, so at least he'd waited to scare me until I couldn't fall down all of them.

I turned my nose up and nodded, resisting the urge to get back in bed and pretend I was ill. I'd never be ready for it, but I had little choice in the matter. There was just one more year to get through.

"It's going to be okay. If Julian says or does _anything_ , come and get me. I'll give you my timetable, so you'll know where I am if you need me."

I rolled my eyes and gave him a look, hating being like a helpless little child who couldn't stand up for herself. I knew he only wanted to protect me, but I couldn't help feeling like his little sister when he did.

Cole grabbed my hand and spun me around, so I was facing him again when I turned away.

"You can chuck it in your bag and never look at it if you want. Just take it. For me?" he pleaded, widening his eyes.

It wasn't often when he used that face on me, but it worked. Giving up, I wrapped my arms around his waist again.

"Thank you," he whispered into my hair, sending that familiar shiver right through me.

We managed to stay away from my parents and eat breakfast in peace as they got ready upstairs. No doubt, them talking longer was so that they could talk about how to handle the visit from the psychiatrist tonight.

Jasper walked in as we were eating our toast. My mouth dropped open. It was before nine. _Is he sick?_

_Oh, wait, he's wearing the same clothes as yesterday._

"Well, good morning, baby sister," he chirped, ruffling my hair and laughing as I slapped his hand away.

"Good night?" Cole questioned.

Jasper grinned like an idiot and winked in our direction. "A gentleman never tells."

"Gentleman? Ha!" Cole scoffed.

_Couldn't agree more._

"Anyway, we don't have time for the gruesome details, thankfully. We've got to go."

I stood up with Cole and gave Jasper a wave.

"Text me if you need anything!" he shouted after me.

On the way to school, I watched the time pass on Cole's dashboard. _Isn't watching it supposed to make it pass slower?_ The illuminated orange numbers flicked by too quickly. Before I knew it, Cole was reversing the car into a space outside the sixth form block.

"I would give you the whole speech about today being fine and me being here if you need me, but my arm's starting to bruise!" he joked, rubbing his arm where I had hit him for saying the same thing twice on the way over.

I nodded and smiled at him as confidently as I could, and he gave me a sad smile back. Sometimes, I hated how well he could see through my fake happiness. But school wasn't forever, and I could do this.

I got out of the car when we couldn't waste any more time, and I grabbed my bag from the backseat. Cole walked around to my side of the car and wrapped me in his arms. I felt so safe and protected with him. Hugging him closer, I closed my eyes and pretended we were back in Italy.

Someone behind us gagged loudly.

_Julian._

Cole's grip possessively tightened around me as he glared at Julian, but he quickly turned back to me, ignoring Julian, which seemed to make him angry.

"I'll meet you here at lunch, and we'll go for ice cream, yeah?" Cole said.

My throat went dry. _How can he make me feel so alive, so whole? I don't understand it, but I love it. I love him._

I grabbed a fistful of his T-shirt and pulled him closer, so there was absolutely no space between us. He teasingly brushed his lips against mine. Usually, I wouldn't be comfortable with kissing him in front of hundreds of people, but in that moment, I didn't care. I crushed my lips to his.

"Nice show!" a deep voice shouted.

I jumped back, embarrassed.

Kerry and Ben stood just by Cole's car, grinning at us. I immediately started blushing like crazy.

_Let's keep kissing in private from now on._

"Thank you," Cole replied sarcastically.

I left Cole and his friends when the bell rang. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to my classroom. The familiar faded, dull blue walls matched my mood. Home time couldn't come soon enough. This morning, people seemed more interested in catching up after the long summer than poking fun at me.

It wouldn't last.

When I walked into my form room, the teacher was already sitting at her desk. Hannah smiled as I took my seat next to her. Everyone sat in the same seats as last year.

Once the register was taken, we were given our timetables. I had double maths, then English, and biology, and after lunch, it was double business studies. Double maths on the first day back was bloody harsh.

I made my way to maths. This time, it was without Hannah, as she was now in a higher set than me. She was a whiz at maths. I wasn't bad at it, but I hated it, so I didn't put much effort into the class. I sat one row from the front, next to someone new.

He was quite petite and looked painfully shy and nervous. I smiled at him, which he returned without saying a word. I pointed to my name written neatly at the top of my notepad.

"I'm Kyle," he whispered. "Oakley's a weird name." His eyes widened. "I didn't mean weird. I meant...unusual. Sorry."

Holding my hand up, I shook my head and smiled. It was kind of weird. I didn't think it really suited me. I should have a common name, one that no one would bat an eyelid at.

About five minutes into the lesson, when everyone had settled down to work out some equations "to get us back in the swing of things," the door opened.

_Julian_.

He came strutting in, as if he owned the bloody place.

_Great, he's in my maths classes for the year._

"Sorry I'm late," he mumbled, ignoring Mr Jones grumbling about his timekeeping.

"Julian, I saved you a seat," Leanne whined, looking at him through her eyelashes.

"Get back to it. All of you," Mr Jones barked as everyone used Julian's entrance as an excuse to start talking.

Julian chuckled and sat down on the opposite side of me.

_What's he doing?_ I gulped and picked an equation to start, desperate not to make any eye contact with him.

He'd sat there to wind me up and make me feel uncomfortable.

_Don't let him know it's working._

"Oakley," he whispered, leaning a little closer to me.

My heart beat faster in the worst way. I tilted my head, so my hair would fall in my face.

He sighed in defeat. "Oakley...please?"

He actually sounded... _sad?_

Something was going on. He had been in my company for over five minutes and hadn't made a dig or a nasty remark.

_It's a trap._

I took a deep breath and forced myself to look at him. His thin lips pulled up at the sides into a real smile.

_A real smile for me? Why?_

He was acting like we were friends, and he hadn't been a bastard to me for years.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Sorry about your party and everything else." He nervously shifted in his seat. He didn't make apologies often. That much was clear from how uncomfortable he looked. "I know I've been a dick to you, and I don't deserve anything, but I'd like to be friends," he said quickly. "I really am sorry. Can you forgive me?"

If I had been standing up, I thought I would have fainted. Julian was apologising and wanting to be friends.

_What on earth happened to him over the summer holiday to make him...nice?_

I wasn't sure if I could trust him or if I even wanted him as a friend in the first place.

He grimaced. "So, can you forget--"

"Enough!"

I jumped at the sound of the teacher shouting, cutting Julian off.

"I told you I wanted silence! Detention. Both of you, this lunchtime."

_Did I just get detention for talking?_ I stared, open-mouthed at him. _Surely he can see the irony here?_

The guy had been my maths teacher for the past two years, so it wasn't like he didn't know me.

Julian mumbled a string of swear words under his breath and started his work. This sucked so much. Detention on my first day back because of _talking_! Julian was an idiot.

After a couple of seconds, he nudged me and nodded to the paper in front of him.

I reluctantly looked down to see what he'd written.

SORRY.

_How about stop doing things to be sorry for?_ I smiled halfheartedly just to get him to leave me alone.

At lunch, I made my way to the detention room. I didn't even have enough time to see Cole first, so he was probably waiting for me by the front doors. Frowning in anger, I plopped down on the closest seat and pulled a book out of my bag.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julian smile sheepishly from across the room. I ignored him and started to read.

About ten minutes later, I saw Cole looking through the door. His face was filled with amusement.

_Oh, yeah, this is hilarious!_

"I've just got to pop to the office for one minute. Do not move," Mr Jones ordered in his monotone voice before leaving the room.

The second the door closed, Julian got up and walked over to me. I sighed as he sat on the chair beside me.

"Leanne's having a party on Friday. You wanna go?" he asked, swinging one leg onto the table.

_No._

He knew I was with Cole, so either he was delusional or had a selective memory.

"I'm trying here, Oakley."

That was true, and I couldn't fault him for that. It did seem like he was trying. I just wasn't sure if it was enough. I didn't understand why he wanted to be friends now. I shook my head but smiled. It was so hard to act normal with him, especially after what he'd done at my party. And no matter how hard we tried to be civil, I would never forget how he had made my life hell for years.

The door swung open, making us both jump.

"Get lost," Cole growled, glaring at Julian, as he slipped into the room.

Julian glared and stuck his middle finger up at Cole before returning to his seat.

"What?" Cole said innocently, surprised at my look of reproach.

I rolled my eyes, smiling, and shook my head.

"So, detention, huh?"

"We got it for _talking_ ," Julian interrupted.

Cole angrily frowned at Julian. "Are you trying to be funny?"

I grabbed his hand and shook my head.

"Wait, you really got detention for talking?" he asked in disbelief.

Then, he started laughing. I sat back in the chair with my arms crossed over my chest and waited for him to get over it.

"Sorry," he mumbled, shaking his head. "Just pretty ironic."

_You're telling me._

Without warning, Cole leant over the table and pressed his lips to mine. Every kiss from him made me melt. He pulled away just a few seconds later and walked out of the room with the biggest, cheekiest grin I had ever seen. I couldn't help smiling to myself.

Thankfully, Mr Jones didn't get back from whatever he had been doing until after Cole had left. I did briefly worry that Julian would tell him, but he didn't. He didn't do anything actually. Just stared at his phone and frowned.

That was fine with me.

When detention was over, I made my way to the bench outside the front of the school to quickly eat my sandwich before afternoon classes started.

"Oakley?" a female voice called.

I looked up to see Abby jogging toward me. _What on earth is she doing here?_ The last I had heard, she was studying teaching at the University of London.

_Does Jasper know she's back?_

"Hey." She smiled warmly as she sat down. "Isn't this great? I managed to get my work placement here. I'm so glad I get to see you again. I'll be helping out in some of your English lessons, so we can catch up," she said.

I smiled sarcastically. _Does she really expect me to be happy about this?_

She was the reason my brother had _cried_. She was the reason he couldn't trust women anymore and behaved like an arse. I hated the bitch.

_This day just keeps getting better and better._

This wasn't even the worst part. I'd still have dinner with the doctor to get through yet.

# thirty

## Oakley

I sat awkwardly at the dinner table. Jasper sat beside me and glared at Mum's doctor friend, Sadie. The atmosphere around the table was tense. We all knew why she was really here although no one said anything.

"So, Oakley, how is gymnastics going? Your mum told me your instructor thinks you could be Olympics material."

I sighed. Marcus had said that, but I would have to put in a lot more time, and to me, gymnastics wasn't about winning trophies. The escape and my love for it was all I was doing it for.

Mum put her wine glass down and smiled. "Don't be shy, sweetheart. You're so talented."

_Shut up, Mum!_

"Why is it called cottage pie anyway? I mean, I get the shepherd's one for the lamb, but what's cottage and beef got in common?" Jasper mused, staring at the large oven dish in the middle of the table.

Grinning in amusement, I poked at my carrots. He was trying to take the heat off me. It only took one look from Mum to make Jasper sit back and eat quietly though.

Sadie's questions went on and on.

"What classes does she like at school?"

"Did she have a nice time on holiday?"

"Who is her favourite football team?"

She never asked me anything directly, but I knew what she was doing.

It wouldn't work.

_I'll never tell._

When the conversation turned to my childhood, I knew I didn't have long before the really personal questions were asked.

After we finished eating, Mum got her photo albums from the bookshelf. She had a separate one for every year of our lives.

"You remember this, Oakley?" Mum asked, pointing to a picture of me on my forth birthday.

I was wearing a hideous pink dress and eating chocolate cake. There was pink icing all over my face and hair from having a cake fight with Jasper, Cole, and Mia. Once we'd finished the food fight, they'd crammed us all into the same bath and sprayed us clean with the showerhead. The water was gross and pink with little bits of wet cake floating around in it. It was fun.

That was one of the last times I was a carefree child.

I nodded and looked away, not wanting to dwell on it too much. That part of my life was over a long time ago.

"And what did you do for your sixth birthday?" Sadie casually asked me, flicking through the photos.

I gave her a flat look and pushed the photo album labelled _Oakley Six_ toward her. She forced a smiled and started looking through it even though I could tell she had no interest in seeing the pictures at all. I got the impression that she didn't like failing and wanted to be able to fix me.

Sadie sat up straight, flicked her straggly hair behind her shoulder, and asked, "What do you want to do after school?"

I shrugged, and she pursed her lips. The night was going to be a constant battle with her. She wanted to be the magical one who would give my mum all the answers, but I couldn't let her.

After Mum and Dad cleared the placemats from the table, we moved into the lounge. Mum made it clear that I was to sit downstairs with them all, too. Jasper was allowed to sneak off.

Sadie's questions were relentless. She switched back to asking mostly yes or no answer questions, but she occasionally threw one in that would require a proper answer.

_I could save us so much time if she just asked_ , Are you going to tell me what happened?

The whole time, I could feel Dad's eyes burning into the side of my head, his silent demands booming in my head. He played along, following Mum's lead with questions to Sadie. Not even the highly paid specialist could see through him.

_Seriously, what chance do I have of getting anyone to believe me anyway?_

At ten o'clock, it was getting late enough for me to have to go to bed. Mum's and Sadie's frustration were clear. Mum had hoped Sadie would fix me, and Sadie had hoped she'd get _something_.

I left the room to get a glass of water and wasn't at all surprised when Sadie followed me into the kitchen. Turning off the tap, I placed the glass on the counter and waited.

"Can we talk?"

I sighed heavily and nodded.

"So, you were five when you stopped talking?"

I nodded, furrowing my eyebrows. _Just leave it._

"And you didn't have any problems with talking before that?"

_Problems?_

"Any anxiety about speaking to people?"

I gritted my teeth.

"Did you say something wrong or overhear something you shouldn't have? Anyone tease you for saying something they thought was silly?" She pressed.

I felt sick. My stomach churned. _I wish she wold understand that I don't want to talk to anyone about it._

"Is everything okay?" Dad asked as he walked into the room.

"Everything's fine," Sadie replied. "I just thought Oakley would be more comfortable with talking to me alone. Most patients I have are one-to-one."

_I'm not your patient._

"Hmm," Dad said. "Perhaps another time when Oakley doesn't have to get to bed for school."

I faked a yawn on time and grabbed my glass.

"You're tired, darling. Go to bed," Dad instructed.

With a little polite wave to Sadie, I did just that. Once in my room, I opened and closed the door, so it sounded like I'd gone to bed, and then I went back to the top of the stairs. Sitting down against the wall, I wrapped my arms around myself. My heart was beating out of my chest.

For a minute or two, they talked about Sadie's job, but the conversation soon turned to me.

"So...you know what's wrong with her?" Mum asked nervously.

I couldn't see her from where I was, but I knew she would be playing with her fingers or tapping her foot.

"It's psychological," Sadie said. "I'm almost certain of it. Oakley can talk. We just have to find out why she won't."

I bit my lip at the painfully long pause. _Does she know? Has she guessed?_ I really wished I could see my parents' faces just to get a glimpse of what they were thinking. The longer I waited, the more anxious I felt.

"But what does that mean? How can we help her? I don't even know what's wrong with my baby," Mum said. She took a shaky deep breath.

_Don't cry._

"She's very strong-willed. I don't think you'll be able to _just find out_. There is no quick fix with conditions like this. The only way to get her through this is therapy. It will be a long process, and it won't work unless Oakley wants it to. I'm sorry, Sarah, but I don't think, for whatever reason, she's ready."

"But..." Mum trailed off.

I heard silence and then strangled sobs as she broke down.

Hugging my knees to my chest, I closed my eyes. _I'm sorry, Mum. I'm so, so sorry._

"I know it's distressing, but you have to remain positive and let her come to you," Sadie said. "I would suggest that you don't keep pushing her. Treat her as if nothing's out of the ordinary. The more pressure you put her under, the more she'll shut you out. Therapy _will_ help. Oakley can get better but only when the time is right for her."

"So, you're saying we do nothing?" Dad cut in. His voice was laced with anger.

_Fake anger._

"I think, for now, that's all you _can_ do. It's never taken me longer than two hours to get someone to give me something. Oakley's given me nothing."

A metallic taste filled my mouth, making me gag. Pressing my hand to my mouth, I pulled it away and saw blood. As soon as I saw it, my lip began to sting. I stayed perfectly still as they spoke some more and then said good-bye, letting Sadie out.

"God, I need to speak to her."

Mum's voice made me jump up. She was coming up here.

"No, wait," Dad called. "You need to calm down first. If you go up there in the state you're in, you'll push her further away. You heard what Sadie said. We need to do this properly, Sarah. We should've done this a long time ago. Pushing her isn't the answer. We've probably made the problem worse through trying."

_He lies so well._

"Okay," Mum whispered, backing down and bursting into tears.

I let out a big breath, sighing in relief.

"Something bad happened to her, didn't it?"

She cried harder, and I felt my heart break.

_You have no idea, Mum._

I swiped away a tear with my hand and got up to go back in my room. As I turned, I jumped when I came face-to-face with Jasper, and I dropped my gaze to the floor.

"Whatever's wrong, I'm here," he whispered. He looked scared for me. His jacket was on, and keys were in his hand.

_Where the heck is he going?_ I raised my eyebrows and looked at his keys.

"Er, I'm going to see Abby," he mumbled quickly. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

It almost sounded like he was embarrassed. I wiped my face with my hands and shook my head. Jasper wasn't crazy. They hadn't properly spoken about what had happened, and they needed to. He needed to. Hopefully, he would be able to move on to something better rather than meaningless one-night stands.

"Want me to stay here?" he asked as he wiped a tear from my jaw.

I shook my head and gave him a little shove toward the stairs.

"Okay. I'll see you later." He kissed the top of my head and walked downstairs.

As soon as I was in bed, I curled up in a ball and buried my head in my pillow. _What am I going to do now?_

"Oakley," someone whispered, making me jump awake.

Cole chuckled quietly and sat on the bed. I raised my eyebrows.

_What is he doing back here?_ There was no way my parents would have let him in at this time.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Jasper just came over. He said you were upset and gave me his back door key, so I could sneak in."

_Damn interfering brother. I love him._

I rolled my eyes and pulled the quilt back. As I hoped, Cole got straight into bed and wrapped his arms around me.

"Are you okay?" he murmured against my forehead.

I snuggled closer, loving how perfectly I fit against him. I nodded and started to drift off, happy that I was now safe in Cole's arms.

"I love you," he whispered sleepily. 

# thirty-one

## Oakley

The next day, I was unbelievably happy. Cole sneaking over was incredible.

We'd just had a barbeque dinner and then gone up to my room after. Jasper sat down on the end of my bed, and I sighed.

Last night, I'd heard him come home in the early hours--not too long after Cole had snuck out.

I lightly nudged Cole, prompting him to ask.

"Ouch!" Cole shouted dramatically.

"Oakley, stop beating up your girlfriend," Jasper teased.

I grinned and pushed myself up to face Jasper. I wanted answers.

Cole rolled his eyes and sat up, pulling me onto his lap. "She wants to know what happened with Abby," he said bluntly.

I gave him a flat look. He was supposed to do that a little more tactfully.

Jasper frowned and looked...shy? _No way is he shy._

"Of course she does. Look, I don't even know myself," he admitted. "She wants to get back together. Part of me wants that...but I don't know if I can trust her."

I couldn't blame him for that. I doubted I'd be able to trust someone after they'd let me down.

_I don't trust Dad anymore._

"What did she say? Did she explain?" Cole asked.

Jasper nodded for a long time, lost in his own thoughts. "Yeah," he finally said. "She told me that, after our argument, she went to a party and drank too much. She was hurt and angry, and she just wanted to get wasted with her friends. She ended up in his room. They...well, you know the rest."

He looked down, his face twisted in pain, as he remembered back to that time. "I keep thinking that maybe we can try again, but is there really any point if I'm constantly thinking that she's shagging someone else?"

I shook my head. Jasper's happiness meant so much to me, but she'd hurt him a lot, and I wasn't convinced that they'd work.

"You just hate her," Jasper said.

I hated her less than I had since she'd apologised and explained, but I could still remember how heartbroken he had been. I'd never forgive her for hurting him so badly.

He shrugged. "In the end, we decided to try and be friends. We'll see if anything can happen in the future. I don't know if we'll even be able to be friends or not, but I don't want to be angry anymore. You know what I mean?"

I knew exactly what he meant. That was why I was letting Julian into my life--well, sort of letting him in. If he spoke to me, I'd be civil, but I certainly wasn't ready to be besties or even trust him.

"Anyway, I'm not sitting around here, moping all day. I have a date with a cute little brunette tonight. Later," he called, looking over his shoulder as he walked out of my room.

I grinned. _Jasper's back._

"Your brother's a weirdo, babe." Cole laughed, shaking his head.

Jasper was weird, but he was still the best brother ever.

Cole pushed me down on the bed, taking me by surprise, and peppered little kisses across my cheek and along my jaw. I wrapped my arms around his back and closed my eyes. That felt so good.

Pulling away with a triumphant smile, he arched his eyebrow. "You're getting carried away, and it's making me get carried away. We're not alone, remember?" He blew out a breath that made his hair kick up. "I'm gonna sit an arm's length away, and we'll watch TV," he said.

I loved that I affected him so much that he had to sit where he couldn't touch me to stop him from pouncing. He made me feel amazing.

Shortly after Cole left with his family, Dad knocked on my half-opened door. I nodded for him to come in, not that he wouldn't anyway. I pushed myself up and pressed my back against the wall as he sat down on my bed.

I nervously bit down on my lip, not liking being alone with him.

"How are you, sweetheart? Okay?"

I nodded, wondering where this was going. He never just popped in for a chat.

"Good." He turned his body, so he was facing me more.

Over the past year, he had aged so much. Grey hairs dominated the previously light-brown ones at the side of his head. The lines around his eyes had multiplied and deepened. Every day, he looked more and more like a middle-aged man. I wondered if he felt that, too.

That he was losing his good looks and possibly his charm with it.

_I wish._

"I've been thinking about us taking another little trip."

My blood ran cold. I felt it drain from my face. I clenched my hands into fists to stop them from shaking.

_No, not this. Not again. No, no, no._

Tears sprang to my eyes, welling up and making my vision blurry. I wanted to run, to get as far away as I could, as fast as I could.

He held his hands up. "No, sweetheart. I want us to go. To reconnect. Just us, I promise."

My heart rate slowed slightly, but I still couldn't relax. I didn't want to go anywhere with him.

_What's going on? Why does he want this? Why now?_

"Do you remember when you were younger and you would ride around on my back, laughing, as I bucked you off onto the sofa? Or when I would come home from work, and you would run out the front door to greet me?"

_Yes, I remember, but that was in a different lifetime._

Slowly nodding my head, I forced myself to take even deep breaths. Thoughts of Frank and his overbearing frame looming over me filled my head. I could still smell his whiskey-tainted breath and feel his rough stubble scratching against my skin.

My lungs burned as I tried unsuccessfully to get enough air.

_Breathe. You're fine. It's over. You're fine._

"I know things have been hard, but I want to change that."

_Hard?_

_Hard_ didn't even begin to cover it. No word was big enough to describe what Dad had done, how badly he had let me down and betrayed me. I'd trusted him. He was my hero. I'd looked up to him and loved him so much. He'd ruined that. He'd ripped apart my faith in him and ended my childhood.

"Oakley, I want that relationship back. I want us to do things together, watch a movie or go for a bike ride. I want us to do normal father-daughter things. Most of all, I want my little girl back." His eyes filled with tears.

_Is this genuine or not?_

I swallowed a sob and wrapped my arms around myself.

_Don't trust him._

But I wanted to. As much as I shouldn't, I wanted all of those things. I wanted to be one of the girls I used to watch dragging their dads around shops. I wanted a normal life.

I didn't want my dad to just be a monster.

_But can he change?_

I wanted him to so badly that it hurt.

_Give him a chance._

I could have it all again. We could work at getting back to normal. I could forget the past, put it all behind me to get my family back to how it had been. We'd all be happier. Mum and Jasper would be happier.

Peering up into his eyes, I saw how broken he was. _Real emotion or fake?_ I could usually tell, but I wasn't sure this time. He looked genuine, but maybe I just wanted him to be so much that I was missing the trap.

_There's no trap._

_But there might be._

_You'll never know if you don't try._

_If you repair this, you could get your voice back, pretend you were just scared, and make everything right for everyone again._

"Oakley, my business isn't doing well at the minute. I'm afraid it will fail. I don't want to fail at another thing in my life. I don't want to look at us as a failure anymore. Let me make it up to you. Let's draw a line in the sand, put the past behind us, and be a proper family. You, me, your mother, and Jasper. I'll never be able to fix the past, my mistakes, but I can change going forward. I want us to be a happy family again."

_Do it. For everyone's sake, do it._

"Please, give this a chance. Let us get to know each other again. Let me be your daddy again."

Searching his muddy green eyes for any hint of a lie, I sagged. We had to try.

_For Mum and Jasper. And for the chance at a normal relationship with Cole._

Gulping, I nodded, and he smiled.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for trusting me to repair what I broke. I won't let you down again. Now, get some sleep, sweetheart. It's late."

As he walked out of my room and closed the door, I ducked under my cover.

Confused by my own conflicting feelings for my dad, I curled into a ball. In the past, I'd loved and hated him. He was my dad, and I wasn't sure how to give up on wanting him to be better, wanting our relationship to heal, wanting my family back.

Despite everything, I wanted to love him again.

_You'll never be able to love him even if you get your voice back, not even for your family._

_Maybe not, but I can pretend._

_I'm very good at pretending._

# thirty-two

## Cole

I reluctantly went back to my house. I hated the part of the day when I had to leave Oakley. Max and Sarah had said there would be no sleepovers until she turned eighteen. I had known they'd say that when they found out about us, but it didn't make me hate the rules any less.

Mum and Dad had gone out, and Mia was probably with Chris the Dick, so the house was dark and deserted when I got in. I liked the peace though, and I couldn't wait for uni when I'd really have my own space.

I sent Oakley a text, telling her that I loved her and that I'd pick her up for school in the morning. She wouldn't reply, of course.

At least it was Friday tomorrow, so we could spend a little more time together in the evening. Not that it would do much good. This weekend, she was going fishing with her dad again. Jasper had gone with them a few times but quickly lost interest without his PlayStation.

I had been a couple of times, too, and I wanted to go this weekend, but I thought they needed time alone. She had been going out with her mum, so it was only fair that Max got to spend time with her as well. And it was only one night.

Mia strolled into my room without knocking.

"Do just come in," I said sarcastically. _When did she get home anyway?_

"I need to talk to you, and you can't get mad. You __ have to let me finish, okay?" Mia rambled, waving her hands around in the air.

_Well, this sounds interesting._

"Promise me, Cole."

"All right, I promise," I replied.

She sat down and blew out a huge breath. "Chris and I broke up."

"Well, halle-fucking-lujah," I called out, throwing my arms up in celebration.

"And I'm pregnant," she added quickly.

My heart stopped dead. _Did she just say..._

"I'm sorry. You're what?"

"Pregnant. With child. Knocked up. Have a bun in the oven."

I jumped up, furious and ready to kill. Chris the Dick had knocked her up and left her. I was going to strangle him. "That bastard got you pregnant and ditched you?" I had known he was a useless waste of oxygen, but I hadn't thought he would go that low.

"Wait!" she shouted, holding her finger up and frowning at me. "I told you to let me finish! And don't shout. I've not told Mum and Dad yet."

"Shouldn't have agreed to listen first," I grumbled, sitting back on the bed. My hands shook. I was so angry.

As soon as she was finished, I was going to go to his house. Mia might be a fool for taking him back so many times, but she didn't deserve this. _What is going to happen to her now? How can she cope with a baby and trying to achieve everything she wants?_

She took a calming deep breath, threaded her hands together, and continued, "I found out a couple of days ago that I'm pregnant. It's made me look at everything differently, you know. My relationship with Chris is...well, let's face it, it's shit. I don't think we've ever gone a few days without arguing, and then there are the other women. I don't want my baby growing up around all that."

She uncoupled her hands and tenderly touched her flat stomach. _Jesus, there's a_ human _growing in there._

"This baby is the most important thing now. I know I have to be away from Chris to be the best mum I can be."

_About time._ Some of my anger melted as a huge grin crept across my face. I was so proud of her for finally ditching his cheating arse. And I was going to be an uncle. Way too early in life, but we'd all make it work.

"That's great, Mia. You and the baby deserve so much more than him. What did he say?"

"Said I'll go back to him soon enough. He shouted a bit, said I'd tricked him into getting pregnant," she explained. "I don't care what he thinks though. I didn't get pregnant on my own, and I certainly didn't plan it! Not sure how much involvement he'll want, but I won't stop him from seeing her, if he wants."

"Her?"

Mia shrugged, smiling. I hadn't seen one of those smiles in a long time, the ones that lit up her whole face. "I don't mind what it is, but I have a feeling it's a girl."

"Well, I hope Chris does the right thing by the baby, but if not, you know you won't be alone, right? He or she will have their Uncle Cole."

Mia threw her arms around me, almost knocking me back, and squeezed the life out of me.

_Wait, is this good for the kid?_

"All right, but you know you're probably squishing the baby right now," I teased breathlessly as she tightened her vise-like arms.

"Thank you, Cole," she whispered. "And she'll have her Auntie Oakley!"

I ran my hand through my hair. The enormity of being with Oakley was still overwhelming. We had a lot to deal with, and I was still getting used to how good it felt to know she was mine.

"Yeah."

_I really should marry that girl one day. The second she's ready._

"Cole," Mia snapped, waving her hand in front of my face.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "Sorry."

"Thinking about her?" She wiggled her eye brows and smirked.

Narrowing my eyes, I sat back on the bed. "Maybe."

"Aw, you're so cute," she gushed.

She reached out to pinch my cheeks, but I managed to bat her hand away before she could.

"Don't call me cute. Anyway, when are you telling Mum and Dad? They'll be pissed. You know that, right?"

Mia's face dropped. She was almost twenty, but Dad still thought of her as his little girl. He would definitely _not_ be happy--well, not at first at least. I knew he'd love that little baby to death once he'd gotten his head around it.

"I'm telling them in a minute actually. I am _not_ looking forward to it, and thanks for your overwhelming words of encouragement, by the way."

"You're welcome. It'll be fine."

"Seriously, thanks for being supportive. It means a lot." She stood up to go tell our parents. "Oh, and if you hear shouting, come save me."

"Yeah, good luck, Mia. It was nice knowing ya."

She rolled her eyes and slowly walked out of my room, groaning to herself.

I stripped out of my clothes and slipped into bed, noticing how silent the house was. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.

Suddenly, Dad erupted.

_Damn._ I couldn't hear exactly what was being said as his words blended in furious babble, but he was never going to be calm when she dropped that bombshell. He'd come around quickly though. I was sure of it.

I should've gone down there, but they needed to talk it out between themselves. If it got worse or if I heard Mia cry, then I would.

After a minute, everything settled down. I imagined Mum had told Dad how ridiculous he was being or Mia had just said she'd ended it with Chris the Dick.

The next day, school passed by painfully slowly.

Thankfully, it was now over, and I was waiting for Oakley by my car. Kerry and Ben loitered around with me, flirting with each other and play-fighting.

Just what I wanted to see.

"You wanna tag along with us tomorrow? You know, so you don't look so pathetic being alone on a Saturday night," Ben said.

"Hmm, do I want to be a third wheel on your date? No, thanks. I think I'd rather be pathetic." The thought of watching them sticking their tongues down each other's throats all night made me want to hurl.

Kerry rolled her eyes and grabbed Ben's hand. "Fine, loser," she chirped as she pulled on Ben's hand. "Come on, take me home."

Ben waved over his shoulder, and I nodded.

Moments later, Oakley walked out of the building with Hannah and some other guy, who was looking at her for slightly too long. If he valued his eyeballs, he was going to need to look away real soon.

Oakley smiled as she saw me, and I couldn't help smiling back.

"Bye, Oakley," Hannah said, giving her a little wave, which she returned.

I held my arms out for her, and she gripped ahold of me so tight that it took me by surprise. It was as if she was scared I would run away or something crazy like that.

"I'll miss you this weekend, too," I whispered in her ear, predicting her problem.

She nuzzled my neck, confirming my guess.

The weekend would no doubt pass by slowly. I definitely needed to go out and do something to make the time pass faster. Jasper was talking about doing something, so maybe I should go with him. It'd be much better than being a third wheel on Kerry and Ben's date.

Maybe I could also stop Jasper from getting too drunk and calling Abby again. Last time, he'd ranted about how she'd broken his heart and how she was an _evil witch_ for making him still love her.

Or maybe not. His rants were funny.

I took Oakley for ice cream after school. With all the drama recently and Oakley's extra gymnastics classes, we hadn't been in a while. We took our usual seat in the booth by the window, and Julie called out to say she would bring over our usual order.

"So, you're leaving at eight tomorrow morning, and you'll be back at three in the afternoon on Sunday, yeah?" I questioned, making sure I remembered right. I was planning to pick her up at four on Sunday, so she could have some time to shower and change, and then I would take her to the arcades and dinner.

She nodded.

We were given our order and wasted no time in tucking into the ice cream. She moaned as she ate the first mouthful. I closed my eyes, feeling my blood heat.

"Hey, if we can't get the house to ourselves soon, we could always take my car in the woods or something," I suggested, only half-joking.

A light-pink blush crept over her cheeks, and she flicked her straw at me. Ice-cold milkshake hit me in the face.

_Oh, you're going down._

I dipped my fingers in my drink, and she took off, running toward the door. I jumped out of my seat, laughing, as I sprinted after her.

Oakley could run pretty damn fast when she wanted to, but I soon caught up to her and grabbed her around the waist. With a low deep chuckle, I ran my index finger down her cheek, leaving behind a trail of chocolate milkshake.

"Love you," I mumbled against her neck as I tightened my arms.

I always thought men were pathetic for being so under the thumb and thinking about their girlfriends twenty-four/seven.

Now, I was one of them, and I couldn't be happier.

Groaning as my phone started making a hideous sound, I pushed myself up and turned the damn thing off. Waking up at seven thirty a.m. on a Saturday was hell, but there was a very good reason for me getting up so early. I wanted to say good-bye before Oakley and Max went off for the night.

I dressed in record time and ran over to her house just as Max was loading their tents and fishing equipment in the car.

"She's inside," he said, laughing at how eager I was.

I smiled sheepishly. "Thanks."

Oakley was hugging her mum, who was telling her to have a good time.

"I'll let you say bye," Sarah said, nodding toward me.

Oakley turned around, looking confused. She smiled as she saw me, and like always, it made me feel a hundred feet tall. I walked up to her and placed my hands on her slim hips.

"Hi."

Sarah left us alone. Oakley smiled wider and pushed herself up on her tiptoes to kiss me. My body reacted immediately. I groaned and passionately kissed her back, my body bursting into flames.

Pulling away when I felt my self-control slipping, I pressed my forehead against hers. "You have a good time. I'll see you in thirty-two and a half hours."

The corner of her lip turned up. Yeah, I'd worked out the hours.

Cole Benson was officially now a pathetically whipped lucky bastard. And I was proud.

"I'm gonna miss you so much. I love you."

She gripped my hair and kissed me hard.

_If you throw her down on the sofa and have your wicked way with her, Max will cut your balls off. You like your balls_.

The way she was kissing me drove me wild.

_What the hell is this?_ She wasn't usually _this_ forward. I loved it.

She was the one who pulled away first. Her breathing was heavy and laboured and sexy as hell. With a sigh, __ she took my hand and pulled me outside.

Giving me a longing yet sad smile that sent my heart plummeting, she got in the front seat of the car, and Max drove off.

_I'll miss you, too._

For the entire morning, I was unintentionally annoying my parents and Mia. Apparently, I was intolerable when I was away from Oakley. Mia had entertained me for a couple of hours, talking about the baby and her plans. She was doing amazingly well with getting over her relationship with Chris. This baby was the best thing that could have happened to her. I was happy that she was finally happy.

Eventually, I decided that I was going to go out with Jasper, so we arranged to call a taxi and go on a pub crawl. Getting off my face would pass the time tonight, and a hangover would pass the time tomorrow morning.

_Yeah, I'm a hopeless mess without Oakley._

Just as I was about to start tidying up my room to have something to do--it had gotten that bad--my phone started ringing.

I froze. It was playing "The Most Beautiful Girl in the World" by Prince.

Sweat broke out all over my body.

I had _never_ heard that song come from my phone before.

That was the ringtone I had set for Oakley, and she'd never called before.

Reaching out with a shaky hand, I grabbed the phone and pressed Answer. Immediately, I heard quiet sobs. Each one cut through me. I felt sick.

_Why is she crying?_

" _Cole_ ," she whispered in a scratchy meek voice that sounded painful, " _help me_."

My world crashed to a halt.

# thirty-three

## Cole

I swallowed hard.

_She just spoke._

_"Help me."_

Her voice, her tone, her words splintered my heart.

"Oakley?" I mumbled in disbelief. I was scared and elated. She'd spoken to me, but it was to ask-- _beg_ for help.

"Cole," she repeated. Her voice was quiet and broken.

I'd always wondered what she would sound like now. My eyes started welling up like a bitch.

_Keep it together._

She coughed. "Help me."

_Oh God._

I snapped into action, no longer fixed on the fact that she'd spoken. "What's wrong? Where are you?" I questioned as I frantically searched for my keys while my heart was beating all over the place. "Oakley, where are you?" I repeated sternly.

_Please, just tell me, baby._

Something was really, really wrong, and I was terrified.

"Um," she whispered, trying to catch her breath as she sobbed.

It took her a minute to explain to me where she was, but I got it. Her voice sounded like it was agony to use.

I kept her on the phone as I sprinted downstairs and out to my car. I just needed to get to her. _Right now._ She was on her own near a lay-by off the motorway. _What the hell is she doing here?_

"Cole?" Mum shouted, jumping up, as I ran past her and Dad on the sofa.

I should probably stop to tell them, something could've happened to Max, but I was too distracted to think straight.

A journey that should have taken thirty minutes didn't even take twenty. I slammed my brakes on and pulled over at the side of the road where she thought she was.

Jumping out of my car, I shouted, "Oakley? Oakley?"

Seconds later, she appeared from behind a row of trees. She stumbled on the uneven ground as she made her way to me. _Why is she hiding?_

I quickly closed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around her. "What's wrong?" I mumbled against the side of her head. _Thank God she's okay._

Her body trembled under mine, and she gasped for air.

"Oakley, calm down."

Sobbing, she tried to calm down, but she was breathing so hard and gripping me so tight that her nails cut into my skin. Whatever had her so terrified sent chills down my spine. I stroked her hair and whispered into her ear until I felt her relax.

I just had to get her to calm down. "I need you to tell me what's wrong, okay?"

She nodded against my shoulder. I gripped her upper arms and tried to pull back to see her, but she clung to me tighter and whimpered, burying her head in my chest.

"What is it?"

"I-I don't want you to lo-look at me," she whispered, her voice cracking, her body shaking with silent sobs.

My stomach twisted with unease. I was almost too scared to ask. "Why don't you want me to look at you, baby?"

She was quiet for a minute. "I can't...I can't do it again."

"What can't you do?"

She shook her head and dug her fingers in my back harder. My back stung, but I didn't care.

"You can tell me anything; you know that. Why is this so hard for you to tell me?" I asked her. "Oakley, please, what can't you do?" I was getting desperate, and I just needed to know what was wrong, so I could fix it. "Why are you alone?" _Where's Max?_

"I thought it'd st-stopped." She took a ragged breath and continued, "It stopped when I was thirteen, but he's...he's ba-back."

"Who's back? What stopped?" I shook my head, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

_Something stopped when she was thirteen. And someone's back? Who?_

It didn't make sense. No one had left when she was thirteen.

"Fr-Frank," she stuttered, sobbing harder. Her legs gave way, and she slumped against my chest.

"Who's Frank? I don't know anyone called Frank."

I had to wait until she calmed down again. I held her closer and kissed the top of her head. "Shh, it's okay," I whispered.

Those two minutes were the longest and most painful of my life.

She continued, "You met him at the Christmas party at that hotel."

_I did?_ The only Christmas party I remembered was Max's company's, but that was years ago. I didn't remember anyone called Frank.

"I remember the party but not him. Who is he, baby?"

"He's the man who...he's the o-one who hu-hurt me," she confessed, her voice quiet, so quiet I barely heard her.

"Hurt you," I repeated. "How did he hurt--" I froze mid sentence as I realised what she was trying to tell me.

_No._

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.

"Hurt you. He...touched you?" I couldn't say the words.

She didn't need to confirm it. Her reaction did. She burst into fresh tears, crying hysterically and pressing into my body like she was trying to disappear.

I had no strength left. Her confession knocked everything out of me. We both fell to the ground, and she landed in my lap. I gripped ahold of her and buried my face in her hair. My lungs burned. Every single muscle in my body ached. I squeezed my eyes.

_Someone's hurt her. Badly._

I wanted her to tell me I'd made a mistake.

"Where is he?" I asked through clenched teeth.

Wherever he was, whoever he was, I was going to fucking kill him.

"At our ca-camp," she murmured against my neck, stuttering and sobbing.

My heart stopped. _Why is he at their camp?_

"But your dad's there."

Her body turned to stone.

_No..._

_No!_

"Oakley?" I whispered, terrified of her answer to my next question. "Does Max know?"

I held my breath, waiting for reply. _Please say no. Please._

She dipped her head once in confirmation. I gagged and swallowed bile.

He knew some sick pervert had hurt her, and he was sitting around a fucking campfire with the bastard. I pulled back to look at her, but she lowered her head, staring at the ground in shame.

I cupped her chin and tried to lift her face. "Look at me."

She shook her head, letting out a quiet sob. Tears dropped from her chin to the ground. I'd never seen anyone so broken.

"Please, baby." I awkwardly bent my head down and managed to see most of her face. "Oakley, did your dad...did he...did he...you know?"

She shook her head again. That was a small mercy.

"No, he didn't, but he...he let _him_."

She broke down, and it was so painful to witness.

_Max is her dad! How could he? He should have been the one protecting her._

My hands shook in anger. I felt ill and so murderously angry. I just wanted to slaughter them both.

Oakley curled up on my lap and sobbed. The sound shredded me.

I had known it had to be something big, but I _never_ imagined this.

_How could I have missed it? I should have known. I've been there through her entire damn life, and I didn't know a thing!_

"Where is your camp?" I asked slowly, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. It didn't work.

She gasped and pulled back. Her face was soaking wet with tears. "N-no. You can't, Cole."

_I can't?_ _How could she expect me to do nothing after what I've just found out?_

"Please. I-I can't. My mum. Please, don't," she rambled, her voice cutting out occasionally.

"Shh," I whispered, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

I didn't know how I managed to stay so calm and not jump up and go look for them. I didn't feel calm, but she came first, and I needed to make sure she was safe before I did anything.

I pressed my forehead to hers and felt a tear slide down my cheek. _Shit._ "What about your mum?"

"It-it'll break her heart. I can't. I don't want to hurt her. I don't want her to ha-hate me."

"Is that what he told you?" I spit angrily. God, I was going to be sick. I took a deep breath and swallowed.

She nodded weakly, her head barely moving. "I wa-wanted to tell her. I tried to when it first started, but Da-Dad walked in. He shouted at me when she left. I was s-so scared. I didn't want to hurt Mum. He said it would kill her." She coughed to clear her throat. "He told me not to talk."

If I wasn't holding her together, I'd have jumped up and paced. I needed to stand, to punch something, someone, everything.

"That's why you haven't spoken for eleven years?"

Her dad was the reason. The hatred I felt for him coursed through my body, making my hands shake.

"Oakley, where is he?" I asked again.

Her eyes widened in panic. "You can't. Pl-please, Cole."

She begged me not to go after them. As much as I wanted to go and rip both their heads off, I couldn't leave her alone. She was so broken and vulnerable. I hated seeing her like that. I wouldn't leave her while she was terrified.

I sighed and lifted her chin again, but like before, she refused to look me in the eyes. I hated that she felt ashamed. None of this was her fault.

After ten minutes of sitting on the ground--holding her, crying together, and trying not to throw up--I finally came to a decision. If she didn't want me to go find them, we were reporting them.

"We're going to the police."

They were _not_ getting away with what they'd done to her.

She gasped and pulled back. "No. Mum will--"

I pressed my finger to her lips and shook my head. I wasn't having that. I had to get it through to her that they had to pay, and it wasn't her fault. No one was going to blame her.

"Oakley, your mum is not going to hate you. She couldn't. What happened wasn't your fault. You're her daughter, and she loves you. She won't hate you," I said fiercely, begging her with my eyes to believe me.

She had to believe it.

"Look at me, please."

She slightly raised her head but still wouldn't look directly into my eyes.

"Everything's going to be okay, I promise. We just need to go to the police."

She defiantly shook her head. "I can't."

"Let's get in the car and get out of here," I said. "We'll talk about it on the way back."

She was boneless, so I had to carry her to the car. She gripped on around my neck for dear life.

I put her in the car and kissed her forehead. "I've got you, baby," I whispered.

On the way back, I begged and pleaded. It took almost half an hour to convince her that going to the police was the right thing to do. She was petrified. I was going to go to the police whether she agreed to it or not. There was no way either of them would get away with it.

Once we got to the station, I sat her down and went to get help. As soon as I said I needed to speak to someone about acts of abuse to a child, things moved quickly.

I knelt down in front of Oakley and stroked her cheek. I loved her so much. I hated seeing her in pain. There was nothing I wouldn't do to get her through this.

"Someone's going to be out to see us soon."

They were arranging for a female officer to interview her. She hadn't said one word since agreeing to this, and she still hadn't looked at me. However she felt about me at the minute wasn't as important as putting those sick bastards in prison.

"Hi. I'm Marie. Do you want to follow me through to the interview room?" Marie said, smiling warmly at Oakley.

She nodded and got to her feet on shaky legs. I stood up, too, but she shook her head.

"I want to do this alone," Oakley said.

_What the hell?_ I didn't want to leave her alone for a single second. _How will she cope with going over it all when she completely broke down while telling me before?_

"Please, Cole, I don't want you to hear it all," she whispered, a tear trickling down her cheek. She walked away from me without another word.

I sat down in a daze. _Is that what she's worried about?_ I knew I didn't want to hear it. It made me sick, but I wanted to be there for her. I'd do anything for her, no matter how much it hurt me.

As I waited for her, so many things passed through my mind. I tried to think of something, any little clue that I'd missed, but there was nothing. She never seemed scared of Max. He didn't act any differently toward her. He was the perfect concerned, protective father.

_Of course he was, you prat. That's how he got away with it._

I gritted my teeth and hung my head. She'd gone through hell for years right under everyone's noses, and no one had known a thing. No one had helped her when she needed it.

I would never let her down again.

When the door finally opened, I jumped up and rushed to her side. She looked exhausted and slumped against my chest.

"What happens now?" I asked, holding her close.

"We'll arrest Mr Farrell and Mr Glosser and bring them in for questioning," Marie told me.

_Glosser. That's_ his _surname._

"I want to go now," Oakley whispered, gripping ahold of my shirt.

I nodded reluctantly. There were thousands more questions that I wanted to ask Marie, but Oakley looked so defeated. I knew I needed to take her home...where she was going to have to go through it all again.

As soon as we got close enough to her house, I tensed. Max's car was in the drive along with a police car.

Oakley looked at me with a horrified expression. "No," she whispered.

"It's fine, baby. We won't go in yet." I stopped the car at the end of the road, so we could wait until they left. "Are you okay?" I stupidly asked.

_Are you okay? Of course she isn't okay!_

She shrugged, her eyes dazed. Everything had happened so quickly that my head was spinning.

I still couldn't process it properly. "It's going to be all right. We'll do it together. I'll be right with you every step of the way. I promise."

She fell into silence again, using physical actions to reply to questions, so I gave up asking. We weren't going back a step. If she needed time, that was fine by me. Whatever helped her.

I looked back at her house as the door opened. Max was being walked to the police car with his hands behind his back in handcuffs. Seeing him made me want to start the car and run him down.

Oakley shrank in the seat. She looked like a scared, lost little girl. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I squeezed her limp hand, trying to comfort her.

"Time to go in," I said when the police car drove off.

"I'm scared."

I parked outside her house. "I know you are. I am, too, but we're doing this together, remember? You're amazing, Oakley, and so brave. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

She looked over with tears in her eyes. "How can you still say that?"

I didn't even want to think about why she thought I'd do a runner. It pissed me off too much. "I'm staying because I love you, and nothing in this world will ever change that."

She took a deep breath and opened her door. I followed.

Sarah practically jumped on her daughter as we walked inside. She pulled Oakley in her arms and sobbed. "Oh, sweetheart, you're okay," she mumbled, pulling back to look at Oakley.

I wanted to interrupt, but I waited.

"Listen, everything's going to be okay. I don't want you to worry, but your dad's been arrested for..." She stopped talking and whimpered. "Well, it doesn't matter because it's not true. I've got to go to the station, so you wait here with Jasper, okay?"

_What?_

I was just about to scream at her when I realised she didn't know yet. Of course the officers who had arrested Max hadn't stayed around to chat about it and offer explanations. I didn't know what he'd been arrested for, but it was clear that, whatever it was, it didn't give away what he'd done to Oakley.

I was just about to open my mouth and explain for her when Oakley stepped forward.

"I-it _is_ true," she confessed in a croaky voice, barely above a whisper.

The room fell so silent that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone's mouths fell open. I watched Sarah as the shock from Oakley talking turned to horror as she registered exactly what her daughter had said.

Sarah gulped. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she shook her head. "How do you--you're talking. Oakley, honey, what are you saying?"

Oakley said nothing, but she didn't need to. Her tired, broken eyes said everything.

"No. Please, tell me it's not true. Please, please?" Sarah asked desperately.

Oakley stepped back, pressing her body into mine. "I'm so-sorry, Mum," she whispered, looking at the ground.

The hatred I had for Max doubled as _she_ apologised. Oakley had nothing to be sorry for. We were the ones who should be apologising to her. Eleven damn years, she had been living with this, and we'd had no idea.

"No," Sarah sobbed, her voice broke. She clamped her hand over her mouth.

Oakley sobbed as Sarah ran to the bathroom, crying hysterically and gagging.

Oakley turned around and fell into me. "She hates me! Oh God, he-he was right. She ha-hates me," she murmured.

"Shh, no, she doesn't. Not you, never you." Looking up, I saw that everyone was still frozen in their seats. I pleaded with my eyes for one of them to do something, anything. I was so fucking lost here.

Jasper suddenly jumped up, as if it had finally sunk in. "I'm gonna fucking kill him," he raged, turning red in anger.

My dad grabbed Jasper just as he was about to run for the door.

"Get off me! I'm gonna murder him. I'll murder him!"

Oakley turned around and whispered desperately, "Jasper."

"He touched you?" Jasper's face crumpled in pain as he looked at his sister. "Oakley."

She shook her head and pressed into me. I was strong enough this time to hold her up. Carrying her to the sofa, I sat her down on my lap and wrapped my arms around her fragile body.

"No? He didn't?" Jasper questioned.

The look of desperation on his face mirrored mine earlier when I'd willed it not to be true.

"Not h-him, but he knew," she explained. Her voice cracked, and she coughed, rubbing her neck.

"Oakley, sweetie, I..." my mum said, trailing off, unable to find the words. Mum had mascara running down her face and puffy eyes from crying. She looked like a total mess, and usually, it would bother her, but right now, I could tell she couldn't care less.

The bathroom door clicked open, and Oakley tensed. I looked down to reassure her but stopped open-mouthed as I saw her peering up like a scared little girl. Seeing her like that was like taking a bullet.

_Is that terrified expression how she's looked up at her father when Frank abused her?_

_No, don't think of that. Definitely don't go there._

I clamped my mouth shut, so I wouldn't throw up.

Sarah walked over to us, and I had never been so nervous before.

_You have to believe her._

She pulled Oakley out of my arms, and they both sank to the floor.

"It's okay, honey," she whispered, soothingly stroking Oakley's hair. "Shh, it's okay. I'm here. I'm here." They cried together and clung to each other. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You're safe now, sweetheart. I promise. Oh God, I'm so sorry," Sarah sobbed.

I leant down and held my head in my hands. _Why her?_ Things like that happened to strangers, not to someone I loved. All the time she'd been keeping that secret in, afraid that it would break her family's hearts or that no one would even believe her.

_How could we all have failed her so badly?_

We all cried together. It felt like I was trapped inside a nightmare, but I knew I wouldn't wake up from this.

"What happened?" Jasper asked. His eyes were haunted. He slid to the floor with his mum and sister.

Oakley looked up and pressed her back against my legs. Clearing her throat, she slowly told her story, stopping to cough or to regain control. She explained that, shortly before her fifth birthday, right after Jasper had refused to go on any more camping trips, Frank had started to turn up. She told us in as little detail as she could what had happened.

She explained that the first time Frank had raped her was when she was just ten years old.

Bile rose to my throat. I clenched my jaw together until it throbbed in pain. Taking deep breaths, I tried to stay calm, for her sake.

_She was just_ ten _._

"It stopped when I was th-thirteen. Dad never explained why. He didn't even tell me I sh-shouldn't talk still, but then he didn't ne-need to. I really believed him when he said it was over. At first, I was scared to go away again, but he said he wanted to..." She paused and took a deep breath.

_Wanted to what?_ I stroked her hair, trying to give her strength I didn't even have inside myself.

"That he wa-wanted our relationship to be how it was when I was little. _Before_. I wanted that, too. I wanted him to be a pr-proper dad again. I really believed him."

She broke down again, and I felt like I was dying.

# thirty-four

## Oakley

Seven days later, Mum and Jasper and I sat on the new sofa in our living room. Mum had donated the one Dad had bought last year, and she'd gotten a good deal on this new one, seeing as it was in stock and being discontinued.

A lot of things had changed in our house. It looked completely different. Mum was trying to get rid of Dad, but his shadow ran deeper than objects and pictures. He was locked up, but he might as well be wandering around the house.

I couldn't relax. Everything had me on edge. Being here was like drowning.

Mum looked exhausted. She'd barely slept.

But she believed me.

She chose me.

Jasper was mostly angry. He cried the first day, but after that, he just wanted to punch things. I just wanted to sleep somewhere that didn't remind me of the past.

"How are you feeling?" Mum asked.

I'd lost count of how many times I'd been asked that. Mum wanted to know how I was feeling every second of the day. I wasn't even sure of that.

"I'm doing okay," I replied. This minute, I was all right. It could change so fast though. "You two?"

Jasper shrugged, gritting his teeth. He was going to grind them down if he kept it up.

"I'm okay," Mum whispered emotionally.

She was not okay, and that was one of the main reasons I'd kept quiet for so long. But I felt so much better that it was all out in the open and that my family stuck by me. When they hadn't questioned if I was telling the truth, for the first time ever, I felt like it wasn't my fault.

It was difficult to stop blaming myself completely, but Mum, Jasper, Cole, and his family made it easy.

Cole had barely left my side. He was only at his house now because I needed time with my family. Dad had been charged. There would be a long investigation into his and Frank's activities, but they were somewhere they couldn't hurt anyone else.

"I want the sentencing to be over with," Jasper growled.

He hoped they would admit what had gone on. So far, neither of them had, and I didn't expect them to. I was fully prepared for it to go to trial, and I was terrified. I'd have to stand up against my dad and the man who'd abused me for years.

But I'd do it because I wasn't prepared to be a victim. No matter how hard being a survivor was, I was determined not to let them ruin my future.

"I don't think it'll be that easy, Jasper."

"He owes you that much!"

I got off the sofa and went to sit on the two-seater with him. He took a deep breath and wrapped his arm around my shoulders.

"He owes _all_ of us that much, but that doesn't mean he'll do it. We'll be fine if we stick together," I said.

"Will we?" he asked. "None of us can sleep in this fucking house. Everything here is rotting. I want to get out, go somewhere far away. Neither of you can tell me you haven't thought the same. I see you both struggle just as much as I am."

Mum looked away, confirming that Jasper's observation was true.

If it were that simple, I'd have been gone by now. We couldn't just take off. We didn't have the kind of money it took to up and move so quickly. The house would have to be sold.

We could go somewhere though. We had family...in Australia.

I almost didn't want to suggest it.

I'd have to leave Cole behind.

Curling up, I lay against Jasper's side. I couldn't leave Cole. I loved him so much. He was the one who'd given me the strength to carry on all these years.

_But how can I stay here when I feel like that scared little girl still?_ I could tell everyone I was fine, and I could be strong and not blame myself, but that would never stop the memories. It wouldn't make me feel pure again. It wouldn't give me back everything that had been taken away.

_I don't ever want to be that little girl again._

_You'll always be here. Here, especially._

_England is where you were abused._

_This house is where you stopped talking._

I scrunched my eyes closed, feeling my heart beating too fast, my lungs constricting, and my hands starting to shake.

_I can't stay here._

"We could go to Uncle Pete's," I said before I could stop myself.

Australia was a _really_ long way away.

I'd have to end things with Cole.

Jasper looked at me with his mouth open, and I burst into tears.

_How the hell will I be able to actually leave Cole if I break down at just the thought of it?_

"Don't cry," Jasper whispered. "Right now, we've gotta do what we've gotta do. It wouldn't have to be forever."

No, but I couldn't leave Cole hanging.

"Oakley, we don't have to go that far," Mum said, crouching down in front of us. "We can work something out. I have enough savings for a few months, and I could pick up work. It doesn't have to be that far."

It didn't have to be, but Australia was about as far away from England as you could get, and that seemed _so_ good. None of us could stay here, and in Australia, we had family.

With everything that'd gone on recently, we didn't need to add money worries to it. I couldn't put that stress on Mum.

"I think we should do it," Jasper said.

Mum nodded. "I do, too. It wouldn't be permanent. We'd have to come back eventually, but my main concern is getting you somewhere you can heal. I don't care where that is or what I have to do to achieve it."

"Neither do I," Jasper said.

"You'd be giving up so much," I whispered. "I can't ask that from you." As much as it hurt to be here and relive everything _all the time_ , I couldn't make them leave their lives behind.

Jasper had uni, friends, and maybe Abby. Mum had a career, family, and friends.

"You're not askin'," Jasper said. "We stick together. I don't care about anything other than you right now."

Smiling through my tears, I gripped Jasper's arm.

"Okay," Mum said, "we do this _together_. We'll go to Australia for as long as we need. We'll heal there. I'll get us all through this. I promise, I won't let either of you down again."

The enormity of our decision hit me. I sobbed into Jasper's shoulder while Mum stroked my hair and cried.

# thirty-five

## Cole

It had been ten days since Oakley had spoken up about what'd happened to her and ten days since I had slept properly. I would stay at Oakley's house and hold her while she cried herself to sleep every night. When she fell asleep, I'd watch her until I managed to drift off for a few hours.

The police had searched the house and taken Max's PC away. The morning after that, Sarah had packed up all of his things and thrown them all out. There wasn't a trace of Max in the house. Everything he'd owned, everything that reminded Sarah of him, was gone. She'd even burnt every photo he'd been in.

Oakley blamed herself whenever she saw her mum or brother upset. I'd told her a million times that none of it was her fault, and I'd tell her a million times more until she believed it.

She rolled over in bed and snuggled against my chest. Her long blonde hair was fanned out on the pillow behind her. When she slept, she looked so peaceful. It was the only time she did now.

Every morning, I hoped she would sleep just a little bit longer, so she wouldn't have to deal with everything. It was strange that now, when everyone was falling apart, Oakley was the one picking us all up. She was the one who'd endured the worst thing imaginable.

She was the strongest person I knew.

For the past few days, she'd been so distant that it was like she wasn't here. We were together most of the time, but her mind was elsewhere. Whenever she looked at me, she had good-bye in her eyes.

_I just have to be patient with her._

"Good morning, beautiful. Are you okay?" I asked as her bright blue eyes fluttered open.

"Yeah," she lied.

I frowned. "Why can't you look at me, Oakley? Are you angry? I know I should have seen what was going on. I know that, and I'm sor--"

She pulled back and pressed her finger over my lips. "Don't ever think that. It's not your fault."

I knew she wouldn't ever blame anyone else, but no matter what anyone said, I would always feel guilty.

We all would.

I kissed her forehead, my heart jumping at the sound of her voice. It was quiet and husky, and I wasn't sure if that was because she'd not used it in so long or if that was just how it was. Either way, I loved it.

"Oakley, we slept together..." I trailed off, not really knowing exactly how to put it. I needed to know that she _wanted_ to be with me, and I hadn't taken advantage of her.

She'd said yes. I knew that much. _But did she_ mean _yes?_

She stiffened, looking at me in horror. "I know. I'm sorry, Cole. I shouldn't have let you. It was really selfish." Her eyes filled with tears.

_Wait, selfish?_

She didn't think I would want to after knowing the truth. Hatred for Max and Frank burnt deep inside me.

"Don't. Oakley, that's _not_ what I meant. I hate what happened to you, and I want to kill them for doing it, but it's not changed how I feel about you. You're still the most perfect girl to me. I still love you more than anything," I told her honestly. "You definitely wanted to? I mean, we didn't have to."

"Yes, I wanted to. Being with you was something _completely_ different to Frank. You made me feel safe and loved and special. It wasn't the same, Cole. It just wasn't."

I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"It almost feels like it happened in a different life," she said. "When I was thirteen, Dad said it was over, and I shouldn't think about it anymore, so that's what I did. Well, I tried to. It was always at the back of my mind, sometimes the front, but in a way, I did move on. I felt like, because it was over, I could start being a normal teenager--or a sort of normal one. I still wasn't allowed to talk. I just couldn't go back to that place again, Cole. When I saw Frank, I knew what was going to happen. I couldn't do it."

"You shouldn't have ever had to. Your dad should've..." I took a deep breath, seething. "He should've done a lot of things. We all know that. I'm just so sorry you couldn't come to me."

"What did I say about blaming yourself?" she scolded with a frown.

_You don't have to be the strong one._

I kissed the tip of her nose and hugged her tighter. "I still don't know how you managed not to talk to anyone. I never understood why you didn't ever text me back."

"I didn't want anyone to get hurt. If I kept quiet, everything would be fine. If I started texting, you would have asked why I didn't speak, wouldn't you have?"

I nodded. _I would have. Of course._

"And I did reply back every night. I just didn't send any of them." She reached across me and grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

I took the phone and looked at what she was showing me. There was a huge list of text messages in her Outbox, all to me. I looked up at her in shock. She'd replied every night even though she could never send them. Flicking through the newest ones, I saw her declarations of love and her telling me how happy she was.

"I love you, Cole. I have for a long time."

Closing my eyes, I smiled. I never thought I would get to hear her say that.

"I love you, too," I replied, pressing my lips to hers.

The next day, I tried calling Oakley again, but it went straight to answerphone. She was spending time with Sarah and Jasper again, and although I knew they had a lot to deal with together, I didn't like not seeing her.

The need to make sure she was okay was overwhelming.

"Cole, you need to come downstairs right now!" Mia shouted breathlessly.

I jumped off my bed, my heart in my stomach, and ran downstairs. _What the hell is going on?_ "What?" I questioned.

When I saw Oakley, Sarah, and Jasper by the front door, I froze.

They were all crying. So were Mum, Dad, and Mia.

"What's going on?" I asked cautiously, my eyes fixed on Oakley.

She took a deep breath and stepped toward me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "We're moving. Now."

"Moving? Where?"

"To my Uncle Pete's."

"Pete," I repeated.

Sarah's brother. The one who lived in Australia.

"I can't stay here anymore. None of us can." She shook her head and added, "There are too many bad memories. I love you so much, Cole, and this is killing me, but I _have_ to go." She sounded broken and desperate. It was like there was no other option but for her to leave.

"You can't." I shook my head, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

They were moving halfway across the world.

_She's leaving me._

Pain cut through me. It was like taking a chain saw to the chest.

"Don't. Don't, please." I closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her and touching my forehead to hers. I didn't care who was with us. "I love you. You can't go. You can move in here if you can't live at yours, or we can go somewhere else. We'll go to a different town. Jesus, Oakley, you can't just leave. Please," I begged desperately.

She clung to me as she cried her heart out.

_Oh God, she's really doing this._

"I owe you so much, Cole. You gave me my life back, and I will _never_ stop loving you. If there were a way I could stay, I would do it, but there isn't."

She pulled back, and I tightened my grip.

_No, no, no._ I could barely breathe. _She's leaving._

"Please. Don't do this, please. Oakley, don't," I rambled, holding her tighter and never wanting to let go. "I'll come with you, baby."

"Your life is here." She pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, and she touched my cheek. "You can't give up your life. Not for me."

I shook my head, frowning at how stupid she was being. " _You_ are my life."

She sobbed and closed her eyes. Tears spilled over and poured down her beautiful face.

_Do something, Cole._ _Don't just let her go!_

Pressing my lips to hers, I kissed her with everything I had.

She kissed me back and whimpered. "I love you," she whispered as she started to pull away.

"No. No, don't do this," I pleaded, panicked.

Her hands gripped mine and pulled them off of her. My vision blurred as I started to cry.

_Stop fucking crying and make her see sense!_

"Don't."

I'd had no idea it was so hard for her to be here that she could walk away from me.

_What the hell was she silently going through?_

_This is happening too fast._

She walked backward and mouthed, _I love you_ , before heading out with her mum and brother.

Mia gripped my shoulder and helped me stumble to the front door. I stared in horror as Oakley got into the car.

Neither of us looked away from each other as Sarah started the engine. I was vaguely aware of my parents and Mia standing close, but all I could focus on was Oakley curled up on the backseat, crying in pain.

I watched numbly as their car disappeared. My heart broke further with every inch of distance that was put between us. Everything hurt so much that it winded me.

She was everything to me, but I wasn't so selfish that I wouldn't let her do what she _needed_. We all owed her that.

It was agony, but I watched her leave my life.

I loved her so much.

More than anything in the world.

Enough to let her go.
COLE AND OAKLEY'S STORY CONTINUES IN _BROKEN SILENCE_

# one

## Oakley

Everyone said that getting over somebody just took time and that, one day, it would stop hurting and the door would open for you to move on. We were also told that love was eternal, something extraordinary that would stay with you forever. However, after a breakup, suddenly, love became something you should get over once a little time had passed. The contradiction was immense.

Right now, I was somewhere in the middle.

I walked my usual route along the beach, holding my sandals in my hand so that I could feel the soft golden sand between my toes. Every night, I would walk along the beautiful Australian coast. It was so tranquil here. It was what I needed after everything had come out. The air was still warm, and the moon reflected off the ocean, creating rippling shadows on the water's surface. I sighed, smiling at the breathtaking sight.

A couple ahead of me walked hand in hand, gazing happily at each other. The man leant over and kissed the side of his partner's head. He reminded me a little of Cole with his messy hair and flirty smile. I gulped and quickly strolled past them, keeping my head down.

My heart gave a small squeeze as my mind drifted back to Cole. Again. That was no surprise though; most things reminded me of him. His eyes were the same shade of blue as an early night sky. The tree outside our house that had one branch leaning to the side, creating an L, was the same shape as the one he had fallen off while trying to rescue a cat. Our neighbour's dog had a light-brown patch of fur on its white tail that was the same colour as Cole's hair in the summer when the sun lightened it a fraction.

After I'd first left, we'd texted, but it'd become too hard to keep turning him down, so I'd cut off all contact. It was one of the hardest things I'd ever done. All I'd wanted was to tell him to get on the first plane out here. But he had so much in England. I didn't want to get in the way of his university and career dreams, and making him move away from his whole family would be too selfish. I loved him far too much to be selfish.

For the last four years, I hadn't spoken to him at all. It never got any easier. I'd still find myself almost dialling his number every day.

I knew Mum and Jenna, Cole's mum, still spoke. Well, they emailed because it was easier with the time difference, so I knew Cole was doing well. He had gone to the university he had always wanted to go to, and he'd landed his dream job straight after. Mum never mentioned if he had a girlfriend--or worse, a fiancée or wife. I didn't want to know. It would hurt too much, but I hoped with all my heart that he was happy.

As soon as I went back inside our house, Jasper practically pounced on me. Since the truth had come out, he had barely left my side. He had gone from overprotective to almost suffocating. No one could come within ten metres of me without Jasper being there to check them out. I didn't need a babysitter. I'd moved halfway across the world to be _free_.

He stood in front of me and bent his head to look into my eyes, checking if I was okay. "You all right?"

"Yes, Jasper." I sighed and headed into the kitchen.

Mum stood at the counter, making three mugs of hot chocolate. That was our little routine now. Every night, after my walk on the beach, the three of us would sit in the lounge, drinking hot chocolate and chatting. Even Jasper would make it every night. Four years ago, he would have laughed at the idea and gone out clubbing. We were really close now. I loved it but hated that they'd both lost so much for me.

"So, have you spoken to Miles today?" I asked Mum, smiling innocently, as I leant on the kitchen island.

Jasper shot me a warning look, his eyes narrowed. He was trying to get me to drop it, but I wasn't going to.

Mum had met Miles at work three years ago, and they really liked each other, but she wouldn't give him a chance. I understood why she found it hard to trust again, but anyone could see that she was as in love with him as he was with her.

She sighed. "No, I haven't, Oakley."

I bit my lip. "Well, why don't you invite him over for dinner tomorrow?"

"Please, honey. Nothing is going to happen between us. Give it up."

I stared down at the steam rising from the hot chocolate. "Not every man is like Dad, you know," I whispered.

"Don't call him that," Jasper snapped, speaking through gritted teeth. His knuckles turned white as his grip tightened around the handle of his mug.

Since knowing what had happened, on the rare occasion when Jasper did speak about Dad, he'd only ever refer to him as "that sick bastard."

"I know. Miles is a lovely guy, but I don't want a relationship."

_Yes, you do._

She deserved to be happy. I didn't want Dad to effect the rest of her life, too, not to the point where she wouldn't allow herself to be with someone again.

Sighing in defeat, I followed Mum and Jasper into the living room and sat down. I wouldn't give up, not until she smiled properly again.

"You working tomorrow, Oakley?" Jasper asked, turning his nose up.

We both worked at the juice bar near the beach. It wasn't exactly the career either of us wanted, but Jasper refused to quit because so many bikini-clad women would come in, and I had no idea what I wanted to do.

I felt as if I were stuck in time. My life was on hold until the trial was over. Even though I was thousands of miles away, I still needed Dad and Frank to be locked away, so I could properly move on. Well, I hoped that would do it.

"No. You are though, right?"

"Yep. Wanna work for me?" he asked.

I gave him a flat look. "No."

Mum cut in, "Do you have plans, Oakley?"

_When do I ever have plans?_ "No."

"Why don't you meet me for lunch at one? We can go to that sandwich place near my office, the one that Jasper's obsessed with."

"Oh, lovely," Jasper said sarcastically. "I'm bloody working, and you're planning on taking your favourite child to _my_ favourite restaurant."

"Are you sure he's older than me?"

Mum smirked. "Mentally, no."

Jasper scowled.

"Oh, we'll get you a meatball sub!" she offered.

Jasper sat back and smiled proudly. "Good. Bring it to work, yeah?"

"I'll drop it off on my way home." I crossed my legs and sipped my hot chocolate.

Conversation quickly turned to the trial, which was only two months away. I was due to give evidence via a video link because I couldn't stand the thought of being in the same room as them, but the more I thought about it--or talked about it in therapy--the more I felt I _had_ to go face them.

My therapist, Martha, had gone in depth a million times about finding closure. She'd asked me to think about what it would take for me to be able to put it behind me enough to move forward. Following her instructions, I had been thinking about it over the past year, but I had nothing--not until the trial date was set, and my lawyer spoke about how I could give evidence from Australia.

Martha had seemed to think that facing them could offer the closure I needed, but she'd also asked me to consider what I would do or how I would feel if they got off. Betrayed. Scared. To think that a jury could possibly believe I had made it all up would be devastating.

Dad had said so many times that no one would believe me. If it turned out that he was right, I didn't know how I would handle it.

There was also something else, or more someone else, to consider--Cole.

Sipping my boiling drink, I listened as Mum and Jasper talked about the jury seeing through Dad's charm. No one had for years, not even the people closest to him. _How are strangers going to?_ I couldn't think like that. There was evidence on his laptop that proved he had indecent images of children.

I wished it were already over.

After Dad and Frank had been arrested, other girls had come forward. One lady had claimed that Dad had abused her when she was a child, and he was in his early twenties. I believed her one hundred percent.

If those women could face them again, so could I.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to Mum and Jasper. _Now or never_. "I have something I need to talk to you about," I said.

"What's up?" Jasper asked, concerned.

"I want to go back and give evidence in person."

Silence fell upon the room, and I watched on as they thought it through. I didn't expect them to come, not for a second. It wasn't just me that had gone through it; they had, too. I understood if they didn't want to be anywhere near him.

I could go alone. My aunt, Ali, and cousin, Lizzie, would be there for me. My grandparents, too. Mum and Jasper were my biggest support, so, of course, I wanted them to be with me, but I would never ask.

Mum finally nodded. "Okay. If you're sure that's what you need?"

"It is."

She put her mug down on the coffee table. "Right. I'll speak to Ali about us staying with her, and then we'll book the flights."

_She wants to come?_ "You don't have to come, you know. It's fine if you don't want to."

Jasper scoffed. "Like you're going alone."

"I mean it, Jasper. If either of you doesn't want to come, it's fine with me. I understand if you don't want to see them again. It's just...I _have_ to."

"We're doing this together, honey. I made that promise to you four years ago, and I'm not going to break it now."

"Thank you," I whispered. I swallowed a lump in my throat.

It meant so much that they would come. I knew how hard it was for them, especially Mum. She blamed herself for not seeing the man she'd married for what he truly was. Dad had had everyone fooled though. What had happened was no one's fault but his.

Jasper clenched his jaw, as if he was trying to hold something in. I knew he didn't want to see Dad again, and I felt guilty that he would because of me.

"Jasper? You okay?" Mum asked. "Oakley's right. You don't have to come."

"I'm going," he replied, putting his mug down and folding his arms over his chest in a stubborn manner. "I just don't know how I'm going to stay in control when I see his face again."

I thought he hated Dad more than I did.

"Maybe you should come to therapy with me. I'm sure Martha could fit us in for a joint session."

"No, thanks," he muttered in response.

Therapy was something that Jasper always refused. I'd started seeing Martha shortly after we'd arrived in Australia, and Mum used to see someone, too. Jasper had his own way of dealing with things--bottling it up and letting it explode in a fight or finding the bottom of a bottle.

"It's not weak to ask for help, Jasper." I said.

He stood up. "I don't need help. I just need to help you two."

My heart dropped. I didn't know what to say.

Jasper walked out, and I wanted to run after him, but I knew he needed to be alone to cool down. He did see therapy as a weakness and wouldn't do it because he had to be strong for me and Mum.

_My stupid, sweet brother._

"He'll be fine. I'm sure he'll seek help when he's ready for it."

I nodded. "I suppose pushing it away is easier than facing it."

It had taken me more than a decade of pretending everything was fine before I had spoken up. It would be hypocritical of me to push Jasper into anything.

"Are you going to tell Jenna that we're coming back? I think you should warn them."

I couldn't just turn up and be like, _Hey, Cole, how's it going?_ It had been too long for me to spring a surprise visit on him.

Mum nodded and wrapped a tartan blanket around herself. It wasn't cold. It was actually pretty hot, but I thought it was to protect her from the conversation we were having rather than the temperature.

"She emailed yesterday. I haven't replied yet, so I'll mention it. Are you looking forward to seeing Cole again?"

I looked out the window. Hearing someone say his name was like being punched. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay," Mum said. "I'll call Ali. You get the laptop and look up some flights."

Within an hour, Mum had spoken to Ali, and our flights were booked. In a week's time, we would be in England. I emailed my lawyer, Linda Rake, to explain that I had changed my mind, and I was going to call her tomorrow to discuss it. She would be pleased. A while ago, she'd suggested that I think about appearing in court in person, but I had said no.

Jasper walked back into the room just as Mum went up to bed. He sat down next to me. "We're really doing this? Going back?"

"Yes." I wasn't a scared child anymore. I could face them.

"What are you gonna do about Cole?"

I hadn't thought he would bring Cole up. He knew I didn't like to talk about Cole anymore.

"Nothing."

"Right. So, you're going back to where the guy you love is, and you plan on doing nothing?" he asked with the most sarcastic tone I had ever heard.

I nodded in reply.

"Oh, come on, Oakley! You've been moping around here for _four_ years. I've never even seen you look at another guy. Are you seriously gonna waste your chance at being happy again?"

I sighed.

There had been no one else because I couldn't stand the thought of being that close to anyone else. There was nothing wrong with the guys here or anything. I just didn't feel safe and secure with them. They couldn't make me forget every disgusting thing that had happened to me with one little smile.

"And what? I should just turn up on his doorstep and get back together with him until the trial ends, and we come back? Like you said, it's been four years. He has a whole new life. He could be married for all we know!" The thought of him being married quite honestly felt like I was being stabbed in the heart.

"I think Jenna would have mentioned something like that," he replied as he raised one eyebrow.

Okay, yes, she would have, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone in his life. This was _Cole._ He was the sweetest, funniest, most incredible, beautiful, generous, and caring person in the world.

"Whatever. I'm not gonna do anything stupid and mess up his life."

"Then, maybe you shouldn't have left him behind."

My eyes prickled, filling with tears. That was low.

"Shit! I'm sorry, Oakley," he said.

He grimaced as I pushed myself off the sofa.

I raised one hand, telling him to back off. "It's fine. I'm going to bed. Night, Jasper."

He groaned in frustration as I walked away. The problem was that Jasper was half-right, and that was what stung.

As soon as I finished in the bathroom, I got straight into bed. I hadn't done much all day, but I felt exhausted. Tucked under the pillow on the spare side of my bed was Cole's hoodie--the only thing of his I had. It'd stopped smelling of his aftershave long ago, but it was his, and that meant everything to me.

My throat burned, and I swallowed hard to try to stop myself from crying, but it was no use. I buried my head in his hoodie and cried silently, so no one would hear.

Although we never spoke about my feelings for Cole, Mum and Jasper knew I was still in love with him. On the rare occasion I went out, Mum would encourage me to meet someone else, but I couldn't help comparing guys all to Cole--and they never lived up to him. No one else could make me feel _normal_.

I lay awake in bed for most of the night, thinking about what Jasper had said. I tried not to let any doubt enter my mind, but when he said things like that, I couldn't help it.

_Did I do the right thing? Was Mum right when she'd said he could come to a school here? They have the degree he wanted, but it wasn't the university he wanted. All his family and friends are in England, too. If he'd come, would he have ended up resenting me for making him give all that up?_

I groaned and ran my hands over my face. Going over it again wasn't helping. I had made the decision. I had to live with it, and so did he. Soon enough though, I'd get to see whether Cole felt I'd done the right thing or if I'd made the biggest mistake of both our lives.

Our suitcases were already in the boot of the car. Mum and Jasper were having a quick tidy before we left for the airport, so I took the last opportunity I had to do something I knew Mum hadn't.

"Back soon," I called from the front door so that I could get out before anyone questioned where I was going.

I walked along the beach, and knowing this was the last time for a while gave me a heavy heart. The beach was my getaway, and I was going to miss it.

His house wasn't too far from ours, so I made it in just over five minutes. Taking a deep breath, I knocked on his door and waited.

"Oakley, hi," Miles said, frowning a little and shaking his head in confusion.

I knew where he lived but had never come round before. "Hi. Can I come in for a minute?"

Miles stepped aside, making room for me to walk in.

"Has she told you we're going back to England?" I asked, deciding to get straight to the point. There had been a lot of miscommunication between them, so I wanted to be clear.

His face fell, and I wanted to slap my mum for being so blind to how much he cared about her.

"No, she didn't. How long are you going for?"

"I'm not sure. However long the trial lasts, I suppose."

"Right. Of course. Sorry, I didn't think."

I waved my hand, making light of the situation. "It's fine. I just thought you should know. Look, Miles, she likes you, but you're gonna have to make the first move. She's scared and stubborn. She needs to see how much you care."

He smiled and nodded, brushing his greying dark hair with his hand. "How?"

I laughed at the thought of giving a forty-something-year-old man love-life advice.

"She's insisting on leaving her mobile here, so she can concentrate on me, apparently. I know she's just kind of petrified though, so here," I said, handing him a piece of paper. "That's my mobile number. The trial's going to be hard for her, too, and as much as she will not admit it, she would really appreciate you calling. Don't email; she can avoid that."

"Right." He smiled. "Thank you. I'll call. I promise." Miles took the paper, slipping it in his back pocket.

"I know you will, or I'll get Jasper to kick your arse when we get back," I joked.

He laughed quietly and shook his head. "I hope everything goes well. Oh, is that the right thing to say?" he asked as he grimaced.

"I'm not sure, so, yes, that's okay. Thanks, Miles."

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. "Okay, good. You'll let me know how everything goes?"

I smiled, raising my eyebrows. "Mum will--when you call."

"All right," he replied with a chuckle. "I'll see you when you get back then?"

I nodded, walking back to the door. "See ya later."

"Bye, Oakley."

I really hoped he would call. As terrified as Mum was, she deserved to be happy. Miles was a great guy. Nothing like my dad.

As always, Jasper was waiting for me when I got back. I had been gone only twenty minutes.

"Everything's fine," I told him before he could ask.

"Oh, good. You're back, honey. Jasper, do you have your passport?" Mum said as she locked the front door.

I got in the back of the car because I knew Jasper would probably moan like a child if he couldn't sit in the front.

"Yeah," he grunted as he got in the seat in front of me. "Why didn't you ask Oakley that, too?"

Mum shot him a sarcastic smile that made me laugh.

"Whatever," he mumbled under his breath.

"You emailed Jenna, right? They definitely know we're coming back for a while?" I asked.

"Yes, I emailed."

_Okay, that's good._ I didn't want to run into them without them knowing it was a possibility.

Part of me was excited at the thought of seeing Cole again. I had missed everything about him for the last four years. I wanted to hear his voice again and see him smile. The other part of me was terrified. The thought of him hating me hurt so much. I was also scared that I might have to watch him be with someone else, and if I had to, I would only have myself to blame.
BOOKS BY NATASHA PRESTON

THE SILENCE SERIES

Silence

Broken Silence

Players, Bumps, and Cocktail Sausages

Silent Night (A Free Christmas Short Story)

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Second Chance

Our Chance

STANDALONES

Save Me

With the Band

Reliving Fate

Lie to Me

After the End

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The Cellar

Awake

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You Will Be Mine

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