by Linz VonC
Finn.
I gasped. FINN? He was her date to PROM? How did I not guess? A million questions ran through my mind as I texted back a simple,
Omg! Have fun, I love you!
I walked into the bathroom smiling to myself as I imagined Finns eyes falling out of their sockets when he laid eyes on his date in that dress. I turned the taps on, hearing the rain battering the windows outside. I drizzled some bath crème into the hot water and watched idly as the water turned soapy and full of bubbles.
Just then the doorbell rang, and I frowned. Who could that be? Part of me was concerned, Luke seemed to be having a hard time actually leaving me alone. But surely he would be at prom, or getting ready for prom? If it was him, I was going to lose my shit. I will hand deliver him to Krystal in a body bag. I grabbed a towel and quickly turned the taps off. I made my way downstairs and tried to see through the glass who it was. Whoever it was they had a hat on. Cautiously I leant close to the door.
“Who is it?” I demanded. There was no answer. I started to feel uneasy. Why would someone ring the bell then not answer when asked who it was? It had to be Luke.
Fucks sake. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I gripped my towel around my body tighter, wondering what the hell I was going to do. The doorbell rang again.
“Who is it? I'm not answering the door until you tell me who you are!” I practically screamed this, my heart pounding.
“It’s me.”
Chapter 12
He leaned against the doorway, dirty blonde hair longer than i remembered.
“Do you always answer the door dressed like that?”
His eyes twinkled as he drank me in. My hand flew to my mouth. The black skinny jeans hugged his legs, the thin white t shirt soaked through so I could see his skin and incredible body. I took in the rough beard and intense green eyes that started into mine. It couldn't be, it just couldn't.
“Cal?”
I tried to sound strong, my voice shaking and coming out like a squeak.
He strode towards me, his long legs closing the distance between us easily. His mouth met mine roughly, the hands through my hair as he kissed me fiercely. I returned the kiss, my heart racing and jumping around ecstatically in my chest. He kicked the door shut behind him and he pulled away so he could see me properly. I started to cry, hot tears of anger falling down my cheeks.
“What the fuck Cal....what the fuck…”
“I know.”
His voice was gruff with emotion. He smelt so good and my body screamed for him in every capacity but the tears continued as I shoved him in the chest.
“You fucking left me! Just LEFT. Do you have any idea what you have done to me? You can't just walk in here expecting to pick up where we left off like nothing has happened! I thought you actually loved me.”
I sobbed again, my heart felt like it was shattering to a million pieces. He grabbed my shoulders, and put his face up to mine, eyes blazing.
“I've got some explaining to do. If you'll let me. But don't for one second think I stopped loving you. I've thought about you every single minute of every day.”
His thumb ran under my eyes, wiping away the tears.
“I'm so fucking sorry baby. But I really didn't have a choice.”
I stared at him, unable to comprehend my reality.
“But I'm here now.”
He pulled me towards his, burying his face into my curls. I breathed in his scent, wrapping my arms around his strong body. My mouth kissed his throat with soft kisses until he turned his mouth to mine and once again we kissed so intensely I thought I was going to bear physical marks from it. I grabbed his hand which was around my head, pulling me in deeper to him. I broke away.
“My parents will be back soon...” I stammered, backing away slowly.
He was breathing heavily, kissing my throat whilst his fingers slid under my towel.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned, my body responding to the touch it had yearned for months, despite my brain screaming at it to remain still. I pulled away, holding my hand against his chest, the other gripping my towel. He leant back against the door and watched me, a confused expression on his stunning face.
“Give me a minute. Stay there.”
I ordered, turning towards the stairs.
I ran upstairs and pulled the plug from the bath. I dropped my towel and slid on some underwear, sprayed some deodorant and slipped my hoody on. I pulled some jeans and boots on and picked my jacket up. He was back. As much as I wanted to have his body wrapped around mine for the rest of my life I felt like I deserved some answers. I made my way downstairs to see him with his hands in his pockets, his broad chest still wet from the rain. He looked solemn, and my heart skipped a beat. What was he going to say? What could possibly explain leaving me without even a text?
“My parents will be back soon. I need to hear why, when, where and most of all why!”
I folded my arms in front of me.
“Come with me.”
He commanded gruffly. Another command, for his hand held mine and opened the door. Regardless of everything he had put me through I was powerless to fight this. I wanted my explanation, and more than anything I wanted him. I followed him outside, relieved to see the rain wasn't as heavy as it had been earlier. His car was parked opposite my house, and I got in the familiar passenger side. I clipped my seat belt in as the car pulled away, the wipers clearing the sodden screen. He flicked the heaters on to clear the windows, which would take a while, given how cold it was. Why was I thinking about the fucking windows? I didn't ask where we were going, I didn't really care. I texted my parents to say I had gone for some food and I would be back later- I would not make that mistake twice- and stared at the road ahead of us. The rain wasn't letting up at all, making the road hard to see at the speed Cal was driving. We were on the freeway, and I took this moment to sneak a look at him. His eyes were fixed on the road, concentration on his beautiful face. I wanted to pinch myself. I couldn't quite believe he was there. My phone pinged and it caused him to glance over at me. I could've told him it was from my parents but I wanted him to wonder who it was. I allowed myself a smile and slid the phone back into my jacket. He frowned and bit his lip, deep in thought. We pulled off the freeway, heading through roads that all seemed exactly the same as the one before that. I didn't know this area too well, so I asked him where we were going.
“Not be long Raven, you'll see.”
The mention of my pet name from his lips made me shiver with longing but I couldn't shake the anger.
“You don't get to call me that.” I snapped.
He raised his eyebrows as he pulled onto a dirt road surrounded by trees and shrubs, which we followed up a long and narrow driveway and as my eyes focused, a house came into view that you couldn't see from the road.
“You live here?” I murmur.
He shrugs and gets out the car, and I do the same. The house is beautiful, with shutters adorning the windows, Ivy climbing up the old brickwork and steps leading to a rustic porch. He got his key out and opened the door, confirming that yes, he did indeed live here and that he wasn't about to break in. I followed him in, walking into a hallway with shiny wooden floors, a sweeping white staircase and mirrors on the dark walls. Cal slung off his jacket, tossing it on the banister, then peeled his wet t shirt off. I gulped as I watched the muscles on his back rippling as he did this, and averted my eyes to the floor. I couldn't be distracted. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out two beers. He popped the lids off, and indicated for me to follow him. He handed me a beer and threw himself down on a grey sofa covered with throws, and raised his bottle to me as he took a sip. I placed my beer down without touching the contents and continued to stand. I folded my arms and waited.
He sighed.
“This hasn't been the easiest thing for me either Gretchen.”
I remained silent, I couldn't be trusted not to tell him to fuck himself. How dare he? He rubbed his head, his strong, tanned body still
glistening with rain.
“I couldn't contact you. I had to make a decision, quickly.”
He confessed, eyes on me the whole time.
He inhaled slowly, sipping more of his beer.
“Couldn't or wouldn't?” I whispered.
He looked at me directly and continued like I hadn't spoken.
“I got a letter Gretchen. It was addressed to 'Leo Cape.' It was handwritten.”
I frowned, confused. Who was Leo Cape? Why would that make him leave?! I bit my lip to stop myself interrupting.
“No one knew my address or my real name, aside from family. The letter told me that my identity was no longer a secret, and that it was only a matter of time until I joined the others.”
His voice was flat as he stared at the floor.
My heart was in my mouth.
“The New York father?”
He nodded.
“Me and Drake split. You were in danger- I couldn't remain here, fucking around like we were just two normal teenagers in love,' he smiled sadly, “I didn't know what he knew, if he knew about you- but I couldn't risk it.”
I took a huge slug of beer at that point because I felt like I was going to be sick and it was the only thing I could think of to do. I sank into a bean bag on the floor in front of him.
“You were in danger and you left? I thought the worst. I thought you were dead... I don't get it, you ran again, but you've come back? I don't understand.”
He didn't raise his eyes to look at me, but winced.
“I went back to New York Gretchen.”
If I wasn't already sitting down, I would've collapsed.
“WHAT!”
I began to cry then, not sure what had happened, or how he was still alive in front of me.
“You are in WITNESS protection!”
He raised his beautiful green eyes to me then and I started to cry.
“I need you to tell me what happened to you.”
He shook his head slightly, his voice gruff, his expression unreadable. He started to peel the label from the beer bottle, and absentmindedly I remembered reading that it was a sign of sexual frustration. Why did that make me feel happier?! He made me jump when he spoke.
“It's fucking hard Raven. But you are safe now. That’s all that matters. I don't want to tell you everything, I just...can't ok? Not yet. Give me time, please...”
He held his face in his hands and I crawled forward to where he was. I peeled his hands away from his face to look at him.
“It’s been months. I get that you may have moved on, and if you have, I swear I will never bother you again.”
He whispered this, as he held my face in his hands.
“You deserve to be happy, with a decent human being who isn't in trouble with less desirable fuckheads…”
I cut him off with my lips on his. He pulled me onto his lap effortlessly, his fingers sliding up my back as I kissed him harder. I ran my nails down his chest, biting his neck as he lifted me up to throw me down on the sofa. I gasped and looked up at him as he pulled my jeans and panties down, tossing them aside. He knelt over me, unbuckling his belt without taking his eyes away from me. I knelt up, surprising him as I pushed him down onto the sofa, straddling him. I lifted my hoody off to sit on him completely naked. He pulled his jeans down, and I could feel him against me, causing me to moan softly. I leant forward and kissed him slowly on his face, his lips, his throat. His hands ran along my body, his fingers tracing down my thigh until he slipped one easily inside of me. My body reacted so intensely I felt like I was going to be done there and then. I reached down and grabbed his cock, which was thick and hard. He lifted me by the hips and pushed himself deep inside of me. I arched back in pleasure as I lifted myself up and back down on him, taking the full length of him inside of me.
“You're fucking perfect, fucking perfect.” He repeated as our bodies rocked in perfect rhythm.
Chapter 13
I woke a little after two am, Cal shaking my shoulders.
“Babe, wake up!”
His voice sounded urgent, worried. I sat up, confused. I was drenched in sweat and completely naked. I took in my surroundings and then my gaze rested on Cal.
“Cal, what’s wrong?”
I still couldn't believe we were entwined together on his sofa.
“You were having a nightmare.” He said softly, kissing my head.
I had dreamt he was dead. I had dreamt it before of course, but this was so final. I watched his casket being lowered into the ground, and people walking away sadly. I had sat on the soil screaming his name.
“I'll get you some water.”
He rose from the sofa and I pulled the throw around me and shuddered despite the warmth of the house. I watched Cal pad over from the sink, a glass of water in his hand. I could watch him all day. I couldn't help but stare at his body which he smirked at.
“Seen enough?”
He sat on the sofa, his hand running up and down my leg. I swallowed the water gratefully and checked my phone. He watched me as I put it back on the floor and sighed contentedly.
“Everything alright?” his tone was casual but I know he was worried.
“Yeah, my parents bought that I was staying at Rosie’s. I think they would let tonight slide either way with it being prom.” I sipped the water, before placing it on the floor beside my phone.
“Prom?” He groaned, wrapping his arms around me and scattering kisses all over me.
“Yeah but I was hardly going to go was I?” I shrugged, not meeting his eyes.
“I bet you had lots of opportunities to go. I can't even imagine how much attention you got the minute I was out of the picture. It kills me actually.”
His hand found my hand and he brought it to his lips and kissed my fingers softly.
“You're mine. You always have been Raven, and you always will be. I just hope you always want to be.”
I smiled as I nodded my head.
“Always, baby.”
I noticed his eyes cloud over with something, which quickly passed.
“Are you back now? For real?” I asked carefully. I needed to know, there was no way I was going through that hell, ever again.
His finger stroked my cheek.
“I left because I had to. I'm here now, and I know there is no reason for me to have to leave again, know that.”
I frowned and despite myself I asked the question I most wanted to hear the answer to.
“What happened in New York?”
His eyes narrowed.
“I know you need the truth, but I just don't feel I can. Not yet. But I will never leave you again. Ok?”
I watched him and realised suddenly he looked a lot older than his seventeen years.
“Can we go and sleep in a proper bed now?”
He yawned and smiled at me lazily. I couldn't push it. Not at 2am. I stood, bringing the throw with me and followed him upstairs, my mind racing with the possibilities of what had happened in New York. His bedroom was simple, floor length curtains adorned the windows, a thick grey rug on the varnished floor. His bed was a up against a plain wall, white sheets lay crumpled on the mattress and I noticed an ashtray on the floor. I rolled my eyes, some things don't change. I crawled into the bed, tiredness overtaking me suddenly. Cal slid into bed next me and kissed my head before exhaling.
“I can't tell you how much I have missed you.”
I smiled as my eyes closed, our fingers laced together.
The next morning was Saturday. I turned over to see the bed empty next to me and I immediately panicked. Where was he? I looked around the room, and saw a pile of clothes strewn over an armchair in the corner. I made my way over to it and slipped a Ramones t shirt on that only just covered my butt. I walked out of the door and was hit by the delicious smell of bacon cooking. I hadn't even realised how hungry I was, so I quickly made my way down the stairs. Cal was over the stove, dressed in grey bottoms as he frowned at the pan with concentration. I took pleasure in watching
him, knowing he wasn't aware I was there. He was fucking delicious. Suddenly I wasn't hungry for the bacon.
He turned his head and saw me, a huge smile breaking over his face.
“Morning sleepyhead.”
He opened his arms and I slipped into them easily.
“I could SO get used to this,” I said, kissing his mouth.