Lara
We stood on the wood porch-chipped white paint from the salty rough weather. He wasn’t going to drop it. When he wants an answer, he’s stubborn; he'll keep pressing about it until the person in question caves.
He looked at me with eyes that were tinted with just a little bit of sadness—and there he goes again making me feel things I didn’t want to be feeling.
I don’t want to feel sorry for him. I couldn’t feel sorry for him, especially not after what he did to me, but yet here I am feeling bad.
He looks down at his empty hands, littered with rings and scars. I sigh and mentally roll my eyes.
I really don’t know why I feel sorry for this man.
We just stood there silently, and all I wanted to do was leave.
“Lara,” he pushed my name out of my mouth.
“I just..” I didn’t know what to say or how to word it exactly. “I just want to know why you let me believe you drowned and died that night...I just wanna know if you had ever planned on telling me? and-and why, why are you back?” I shook my head as I spun around to actually look at him, curious about what he would come up with this time.
I could feel the fresh tears well up in my eyes.
Kol stepped closer, and all I could do was stand where I stood, just shake my head in protest.
“I-” he swallows his own words, “Of course, I planned to tell you...I just didn’t...it wasn’t— I never could find the right time.”
A stumped, puzzled expression painted all over his face— I bet he didn’t know what lie he wanted to come up with yet, just in hopes to possibly keep me.
He’s a complete ghost of the man I thought I knew, the man I believed had drowned.
But he’s standing right in front of me with the personality of the prince of lies.
He’s kept so much from me.
So many lies he’s told.
He’s turning into some sort of boy with so much anger...but it wasn’t just anger...it’s like he was stuck in split calmness before the storm rage-like state.
He’s all choked up as if his reasons wouldn’t be good enough or maybe I caught him in the fact that he possibly did not have valid reasons as to why he did what he does.
I tried to shrug off what I was thinking. If there was one thing I really hated about myself it would be the fact that I’m an over-thinker when my emotions get the best of me.
The way he was looking at me alone would make me want to tattoo crazy across his forehead, and have him admitted to a psychiatric ward.
When I realized he wasn’t going to say anything else other than what he had just said, just like the angry crashes of the waves of the ocean made, my patience and understanding lessened with each crash of the violent waves that hit the shore until I was left with nothing but anger.
“Oh,” fury flows with the one word, my eyebrows raise, and an expression of complete hatred takes over my once calm and confused face. “It was never the right time?” I pursed my lips and nodded in disbelief that that was his explanation.
I couldn’t believe this! I couldn’t believe him!
Just like that nightmare of a night last august, I felt like I was drowning just by hearing what he spoke, and just being here with him.
“You mean to say you couldn’t or just simply wouldn’t tell me one of the million times I stayed the night? Or-or one of the times we walked on the beach, went to dinner, talked on the phone? hmm? You could’ve told me easily when we laid in my bed for hours!” My eyebrows scrunched up— I was so pissed off and hurt.
“It’s not that easy-Lara Jane”
He and I continue to go in circles with our words, and all I wanted was answers so I can close the chapter of us in my life— but with Kol, things aren’t always easy. I mean things were perfect before that nightmare of a night last summer.
“Then tell me everything.” I glared over towards him, I had very little patience left.
“I-” he took a deep breath. “I can’t.”
I felt like my head was going to explode. I couldn’t believe he just said that.
It’s like he enjoys doing this on some level.
“I hate you!” I spat out so coldly towards him. The words felt so foreign to me.
I was drowning. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I needed to get away from him.
All I saw him do was clench his jaw, and a smirk formed from his lips as his tongue slid across his bottom lip.
And oh! He did not! He didn’t just roll his eyes at me like this was all some big game to him.
I couldn’t help but ball my hands into fists at the sides of me.
He makes me so angry…and I guess he finds my anger funny because I swore I just heard a small laugh escape from his sinful mouth.
“You keep telling yourself that, okay? Whatever it takes to get me off your mind.” I thought that was going to be the end of it when he said that because he was shaking his head and turning around to go back inside his house.
I could finally start to breathe again, inhaling as I unballed my fists.
“Daisies, you making me crazy,” he shouted back at me before he slammed his door behind him.
“Fuck you!” I said under my breath as I put both my middle fingers up in the air and flipped his house off since I could no longer see him.
At least I know now that Kol will always be a man that has many secrets and will lie to keep them that way.
Kol slams the door behind him, his eyes closing as he leaned his head into his hands for a few moments. He just gave in to the hurt, and that resulted in him losing control over his emotions, and the rage set in—before he knew what he was even doing, he balls his hand into a fist and swings his arm, hearing the sound of drywall breaking beneath his fist. “Fuck!” Flies from his mouth and into the air as he watches the small pieces of drywall fall to the floor. He stared at the hole in the wall, his jaw clenched and anger pumping through his veins. The overwhelming stinging that started in his knuckles seemed to climb up his arm. Blood trickles down his scarred knuckles as he trudges through his house. He stopped at his bedroom door, reaching for a picture on the wall— Lara painted it. His fingers wrapped around the top and pulled it off the nail only to let go of it with force and he watched it fall to the floor, glass shattering from the frame— he moved past it, and into his dresser
Lara As soon as I open my eyes I'm greeted by the sun streaming through the blinds and onto my bare stomach. I couldn't help but smile, staring down at the warm rays of sunlight illuminating my stomach. I rarely wake up without the rain pounding on the tin roof above me. either rain or fog rolling through the whole town, the sun was a nice change. I needed change. I rolled onto my side staring at the window that faced my backyard. My eyes stared at the sky, mentally thanking the sun for making an appearance today. My warm, sunny thoughts are interrupted by my phone vibrating. I reach my arm behind me on the nightstand and grab my phone, still ringing. I rub my eyes as I answer the phone. "Hello, good morning," I said softly. "Good morning sunshine. Do you know what today is?" Elijah’s rough voice flows through the phone as I smile at the nickname, it was my favorite out of the few he had for me. "Uhhh- my day off?? Friday?" I ask as I close my eyes and lay flat on my back, n
Lara I added blush to my cheeks and I heard the front door open as I brushed my teeth. “Laraaaaaa!” I hear Elijah’s voice ring up through the small apartment. He had a key and always let himself in, which I didn’t mind. I look down over the loft railing seeing him on his phone. I stare down with the toothbrush in my mouth. “I’ll be right down,” I mumbled as the minty suds dripped down my lips onto my chin. I eventually made my way down the stairs grabbing my purse from the kitchen counter. “Ready?” I smile softly, trying not to let the thoughts of Kol creep into my mind and ruin today... What if we see him there? What if he’s with someone else? What if he ignores me? I mean I did tell him I hated him. My thoughts come to an immediate stop as I step outside and the sun hits my skin. I smile, looking upwards with my eyes closed and letting the sun wash over my face. A few moments later I opened my eyes and saw Elijah smiling. “You’re such a weirdo sometimes,” he rolls his e
Lara “Let him go Kol, fuck!” I spit angrily, tugging on Kol’s arm. “Kol!” I yell as tears well in my eyes. Kol must have heard my voice crack because he quickly let go of Elijah’s shirt and turned to look at me. “Lara Jane-” He starts but I shake my head as soon as he speaks. “Elijah, let's go,” I mumbled, keeping my gaze from Kol. I felt bad, this was my fault. I knew how Kol was, I should’ve known this was going to happen. Kol lets out a small sarcastic chuckle. “Is that a good idea Elijah?” His voice was stern but also sounded a little playful, but not in a good way. Elijah seemed genuinely scared and I didn’t understand why. Kol was a fighter, he was rough around the edges guy, but I never viewed him as someone I should be afraid of. I guess. . . there was a lot I didn’t know about him and technically maybe I should be afraid of him, or what he’s capable of. “Can...I just want to walk her home.” Elijah looks toward me and back towards Kol. “It’s getting dark and-” Kol shove
Lara As soon as the door shuts behind us I kick my shoes off, leaving them piled with other shoes by the door. It was awkward and quiet as he walked towards the large window overlooking the small city and the ocean. The moonlight beamed through the window and fell across his face, illuminating his eyes as he stared out at the headlights on the streets below us. “I didn’t let you in to stare out the window like a creep,” I grumble, half annoyed and half uncomfortable. It wasn’t comfortable having him around anymore. We both felt it. I could hear an airly chuckle escaping his lips before a small smirk formed on his lips, he closed the blinds. “Promise me two things, Lara Jane…” Kol clears his throat, “I don’t want to boss you around and I know I don’t have the right to make you promise me anything after what I did.” Kol turned to face me, there was a slight hint of worry and fear in his eyes. I motioned for Kol to finish his train of thought. I just wanted this all over with. “Do
Lara Our kiss was needy and rough, I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t want to hear it. a wave of anger washes over me, a storm cloud of regret hanging above me. I yank his hands off of me, putting more pressure on his shoulders as I move at my own pace. His expression changed as soon as he looked into my eyes. seeing what I was feeling, or at least knowing something had changed, his hand reached toward my neck wrapping his hand gently but firmly around the base of my jaw. My eyes roll back in my head as I feel the bubbling feeling of euphoria inside of me. One hand ran through his hair, the other wrapped securely around my neck. The veins in his hand were visible, sweat dripping down his forehead and his tattooless chest heaving heavily. “I’m-” I try as hard as I can to push the words out, as I leave nail marks across his tanned skin as my legs shake. “Let it go, I know you’re close. Let it go, baby.” Just his voice sent a chill over my body. “Look at me.” He moves his h
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Kol shakes his hand as he curses. He stared down at his hand, the skin split open and red liquid dripping down towards his arm. He stares at the broken mirror in front of him. Blood smeared across the shattered glass, and his dark eyes stared back at him—a shattered version of himself, how fitting. “Kol!” He heard his name being called from the other room, making him roll his eyes. “What the fuck do you need? Can’t I have just a fucking second to myself?” He spits the words out as he pushed through the bathroom door, holding his knuckles wrapped in a washcloth. “Why are you so fucking pissy— holy fuck! What did you do?” Elijah’s eyes widen as he sees the once white washcloth covered, in bright red blood. Kol's eyes snap from his hand to Elijah's face. “I’m in the mood to hit shit, keep asking dumb fucking questions and it’ll be you instead of the mirror.” He flashes him a fake smile—he could feel his rage and his wolf trying to force its way to the surface, to
Kol's eyes landed on the building he was headed towards, he hadn’t been out like this in a while and he was ready to enjoy the night. If there was any place he would never see Lara Jane, it would be here. He pulled to the front of the building, handing his keys to the valet driver. His boot clicks against the pavement as he walks towards the double doors of the club. Stepping inside felt like stepping into another world. The whole place was dimly lit, and the smell of alcohol and cheap perfume lingered in the air. Kol walked past a nicely dressed man holding a tray with drinks. He grabbed one and quickly threw his head back, finishing the fruity cocktail in mere seconds. He needed some real alcohol. He quickly found the bar and as soon as the woman working behind the bar sees him she smiles wide. “Kol.” She grins, already pouring tequila into a small clear glass. Kol nods, watching her bend over into the mini fridge behind the bar, grabbing a lime wedge and putting it between her l