kole with a k


I never wanted to give up my given name. I’m proud of it, but the only problem was that no one remembered it. It was just a little too awkward, and they mispronounced it so frequently. The ironic thing is I took Kole from a family name - we had a vote and they had a few names, but Kole won - and getting it spelled with a ‘K’ is a constant correction, too. I’ll never not be Warren Blosjo; it’s just my stage name. - Warren Kole


I could hear commotion in the hallway, a lot of yelling and banging. Maybe today is finally the day. I don’t even care if it’s quick, death would be such a blessing.

There was a loud thud and the door swung open.


I didn’t even care to see who it was. He moved closer and laid a hand on me.


What the fuck was he doing here?

"I’m here. Can you stand?” he didn’t give me time to answer and pulled me to my feet. He caught me as my legs buckled underneath me. I gasped as he pressed his hand into my bruised side.

“C'mon, we gotta get outta here!” he whispered urgently.

“No, Victor…” I just couldn’t leave him, I fucking can’t. 

“We don’t have time! We have to leave, now!”

My legs were so weak, Kole practically dragged me out. I found out pretty quickly what the noise was, there was debris and smoke everywhere, the building was on fucking fire. Was there an explosion? I recognized the body laying in the hallway. Serves you right, motherfucker.

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