Not In That Way *Completed*

There is always that one little thing that can keep a person stable. That one little thing that makes a person feel alive. The thing that can make a person smile even when they are having a bad day.

For Cora Smith that thing is more like a someone. Her someone is Zachary Dawson. Her long time best friend and the person that saved her when her life was in shambles. For years, she has been battling for his attention against all the other girls around her. However, little did she know she had him wrapped around her little finger since the very beginning.

Join Cora on her journey in discovering the truth about Zachary, while all the while she is consumed with the fear that, in the end, the only words she will hear from him are, "I'm sorry, believe me, I love you, but not in that way......"

*Based on the song, "Not in That Way" by Sam Smith*


27. Chapter 26

*Cora’s POV*

Thousands of questions popped into my head, but not one of them could be answered.

Who was that teenager? Why was he watching me? Why did he run away when I tried to speak to him? Was it because I caught him?

My brows scrunch in confusion at my swimming thoughts and I am unable to draw myself into the current conversation. Mrs. Dawson was reprimanding her son about something he did and in a normal situation I would have laughed. I would have annoyed him to the point where he left the table and I had to go comfort him. I would of then continued to bring it up until he broke down and begged me to stop. But this isn’t a normal situation. It never had been. My father will be out of jail in 15 years and will come after me. Many times throughout the night Zach tried to bring it up and I always ignored him. He would tell me to have hope. He would tell me that everything was going to be okay. He would tell me that he was there for me and no one would harm me. And none of that would be the truth. Nothing is ever going to be okay and there isn’t anything that Zach or anyone else can do about it. My father is very powerful. He has connections. He may not even kill me himself, but he will get someone to do it for him. I have no chance, so I have no hope. I can’t let Zach try to convince me that I’ll be okay. I can’t allow him that hope.

The boy watching me had to have known my father. He had to have been under his order to spy on me. My father will torture me until he gets out and I already know that. The boy was probably here to make my life a living hell until my father could come and end it all. There isn’t any other explanation. Why else would he be watching me? Why else would he run away, before he got caught? I’ll see him again, I’m sure of it and I will get answers this time. I won’t let him get away.

“Cora?” a voice says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

“You alright sweetie?” Mrs. Dawson asks me from across the table.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah I’m great.” I answer, flashing her a fake smile.

“Are you sure? You haven’t touched your food. I thought this was your favorite? Oh no. It is, isn’t it? Zach told me it was. Oh, I can make you something else if you want! You don’t have to eat that.” she exclaims, already reaching for my plate.

“No! No, it’s fine. This is my favorite. I’m just not very hungry right now, with all that’s going on and everything.” I reply, looking down at my plate and picking up my fork.

“You’re sure? I can make you something else if you want?” she asks, smiling softly at me.

“No it’s okay. Thank you for making this. I’m sorry that my mind is elsewhere, but I’m fine. Really. ” I insist.

“Well okay then. Just eat a bit and then you can go to bed.” she says.

“Okay. Thank you again.” I sighed.

Mrs. Dawson had made me a giant plate of macaroni and cheese and chicken tenders. Childish, I know, but even at eighteen it was my favorite meal. My comfort food in a way. She had fretted so much about this meal. She wanted this meal to be perfect, Zach had informed me. She saw this as a welcome home meal as well as a congrats your evil dad is going to prison meal. Apparently she had grilled Zach for nearly thirty minutes about what to get from the store. He said that she was trying to comfort me. She wanted me to be comfortable. Make up for all of Zachary's fuck-ups as she put it. Unfortunately, that was going to take a lot more than a plate of mac n’ cheese and chicken tenders.

I quickly finish my meal and excuse myself. I make my way to the stairs, hearing Zach’s determined footsteps behind me. Rolling my eyes, I continue up to my room, hoping he will wait till we are inside my room to pounce. Opening my bedroom door, his hand latches onto my elbow and pulls me through the door, shutting it behind us quickly. I walk to the middle of the room, turning and staring at him with my arms crossed over my chest.

“What do you want Zach?” I ask, staring him down.

“What’s wrong with you?” he demands.

“I do not know what you are talking about, my dear Zachary. I am perfectly fine.” I shrug, looking down at my nails.

“Bullshit. You aren’t fine. I have tried to talk to you several times tonight and you shot me down every time. But then my mother asks you and you have the nerve to lie to her face!” he growls.

“I didn’t lie. I’m fine.” I lie.

“You don’t lie, Cora! Just like how you don’t leave your room looking like a tornado hit it! There is something wrong, Cora. You aren’t acting like yourself!” he yells.

“You’re being stupid, Zach!  I don’t know what you’re talking about. My room is fine and I’m perfectly fine!” I shout.

“Bullshit! Look at your room, Cora! There are clothes everywhere! There are books thrown all over your desk and candy wrappers all around your bed! You are a neat freak Cora! You don’t just let things lay around! There is something wrong and I want you to fucking tell me what it is!” he snaps.

“There isn’t anything wrong okay! I haven’t had time to clean is all! Is that illegal? That I leave a little trash laying around? Cause I don’t think it is. You need to cut your shit and get out of my room!” I nearly scream.

“You’re lying to me. You don’t lie, Cora! Not to me.” he insists.

“For the last fucking time, I’m fine! Now get the hell out of my room!” I yell.

“What the hell is your problem? You’re pushing me away again! I’m trying to care for you and you’re pushing me away!” he scoffs.

My eyes narrow into slits, and I give him the deadliest glare that I can muster.

“You’re trying to care for me?! That right there is bullshit!”

“What are you talking about? What is your fucking problem?”

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe my problem is you?” I snap.


“My problem is you! I can’t get you out of my fucking head! You’re always there and I can’t fucking stand it! I have so much shit going on in my life right now and really don’t need you to be bitching at me! Don’t you dare try to tell me that you care for me. I’m not  just pushing you away! I’m trying to get the hell away from you! Now get out of my fucking room!” I rant.

He stands there with his eyes wide and his jaw dropped.

“GO!” I scream.

“Don’t you ever try to tell me that I don’t care for you! I’m trying to make all that shit that’s going on in your life right now better! I am not bitching at you, Cora! I am concerned about your mental health because you just had you father threaten to murder you in 15 years. Excuse me, if I’m a little worried when you won’t talk to me about anything. You need to pull your head out of your ass and realize that I am not the problem here. I am trying my damnedest to help you right now and I can’t do that if all you do is push me away.” he growls.

Turning on his heel, he storms out the door and slams it shut behind him. And for the 20th time that day, I collapse in a puddle of tears.

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