His Bloody Valentine

chapter 5

(Colsons POV)                   (***RAPE / SEXUAL ABUSE WARNING***)

Ding dong. The doorbell ranged. "Oh, that must be Casie's mother. C'mon Case! You ready to see mommy?"

"Yeah! We're going to the park." I grabbed Casie's bag and took her by the hand to the door. I looked back at Cecilia.

"Sorry... Just one second." I smiled at her. I opened the door to see my ex-girlfriend, Emma.

"Hey, Cols." She tried to hug me, but I backed away. Emma looked offended, as she looked behind my shoulder to see Cecilia sitting on the couch. "Seriously? You won't hug me because you have some ratchet-looking chick in your house?"

I felt anger boiling up inside my body. "She's not ratcheted. And she's not some girl, either."

"Oh yeah? So she's not gonna fuck you later?" Cecilia turned her head but she stayed quiet.

"No! It's not like that. I just met her."

"Well, that usually doesn't stop you. Casie let's go baby." Casie and Emma turn around and walk towards the car. I quietly shut the door behind me and walk over to Cecilia.

"Cecilia, I am so so-"

She cut me off to say, "Honestly, fuck her. She's just jealous, at least that's what it sounds like."

"Yeah" I sat down next to Cecilia. "You smoke?" I asked her.

"Duh, I brought a couple of joints." Cecilia pulled out two pre-packed pink joints.

"Fuckin' awesome dude."

"My lighter is pink too." She pulled out a pink lighter.

"Spark that shit up girl!" I jumped up from my seat and turned on some music. Cecilia sparked up the joint and took a couple of, hits. "Damn! You didn't even cough. A pro!" I laughed.

She twirled her hair and passed me the joint. "Can we listen to tickets to my downfall?" She asked, very softly.

"Oh, you like my album?" She rolled her eyes at me. Fuck... that's hot.

"Your music has gotten me through the worst time of my life. So thank you."

We continued to smoke until there was no joint left. We hung out for a while and just talked, and talked, and talked. Before I even knew it, it was sunset. "That hot tub is calling my name."

Cecilia grabbed her bathing suit. "Where's your bathroom?"

I pointed to the long hallway. "Down that hallway, to the fight." I smiled at her.

"Thank you."

**Cecilia's POV**

My heart is still racing. I'm so nervous but I feel like myself around him. I walk down the hallway, noticing all of the pictures of him and Casie on the wall. I could not help but smile. Seeing him and how much he treasures his daughter is precious.

I walked into the bathroom, turning on the light switch and closing the door behind me. I quickly change into my black bikini. I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my makeup, before I went back out to Colson.

Walking out of the bathroom towards him, I witnessed him in pastel pink swim trunks taking off his shirt.

Holy shit... He's sexy as hell. I didn't realize I was staring at him with my mouth wide open. Colson began laughing.

"I- Uh.. errr..." My cheeks turned bright red and I covered my face. "I just uh, think you look re-really hot." No fucking way. Why did I fucking say that? Colson raised his left eyebrow and leaned up against the white wall and said "You do huh? Man, you know the crazy thing? I think you're hot too."

I felt my heart begin to pound and my stomach fluttered with butterflies. "T-thank you." I began to twirl my hair and smile at the ground. "Nervous habit? I notice you do that a lot." He chuckled. "Yeah." He began walking towards me and with every step closer he got to me, my heart pounded harder and the butterflies got stronger.

"You ready for the tub?" He said taking one last hit off his bong. "I've been ready." I rolled my eyes at him. "Frisky are we?" He playfully pushed me as we were walking onto his porch.

I looked up from the ground to see Colson standing in front of me with a bottle of jack. He began chugging it. "Hey! Save some for me now!" I yanked the bottle away from him and took a big long gulp. "Much better." I laughed.

Colson stepped uncovered the hot tub and turned the LED lights on to, of course, the color pink. He waved his arm out in front of him towards the entrance of the tub and said "After you, m'lady." in a British accent. "Why thank you, love," I replied and stepped into the glowing pink hot tub, Colson following after me.

We began to talk about our life stories, where we grew up, our dreams, etc. I could talk to him for hours and still have more to say. Suddenly, Colson let out a gasp and his eyes widened to double the size they usually are. He was pointing to the scars on my legs. The ones from Bryce.

"What happened there? If I may ask. You don't have to answer anything if you don't wan-" "My ex-boyfriend kidnapped me and kept me locked in a basement for about a year and a half. And before you ask, yes, he raped me, hit me, beat me, starved me, the unimaginable.

"Cecilia... I am so sorry." He placed his hand on my shoulder and for a second I wanted to back away but I felt something I hadn't felt in a long time and that was tranquility. I felt safe around him. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.

"O-oh," He quickly removed his hand from my shoulder. "Did I just make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry I should've known better than to-" "Surprisingly, No. You didn't make me feel uncomfortable and usually, when anyone touches me, I feel weird about it. But with you, I guess it's different." I could see the hurt on his face. Like someone had just broken him in half. "Hey, it's okay, I'm okay. I promise." I grabbed his hand softly and caressed his hand with my thumb.

"I just can't believe that fucking asshole did that to you. Nobody like you deserves that." He grabbed my hand with both of his and looked me straight into the eyes. "If you ever need to talk, or just cry about it I'm always here. I know we just met but I feel like I have this connection with you and it's fucking bonkers to think I met you at one of my concerts and brought you up on stage to sing with me and now we're at my house hanging out, but I already feel something. Something really fucking special." I leaned in closer to him and rested my head on his shoulder "I feel the same way, Colson."