Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

SIX

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The two pulled up to the chateau and watched as her friends who were talking outside turned their attention to the truck. She gave Rafe a weak smile, thanking him. Calla hesitated before stepping out and walking towards her friends.

"Calla! What the hell is Rafe doing here.. Oh my god!  Your face," the blonde pogue paused, taking a good look at Calla's injury.

What happened?" The brown haired boy gasped, concern spread across his face.

What the hell? Did Rafe do this Calla?" The brunette pogue questioned, grabbing her arm. "I swear to god if he-"

"No, Rafe didn't do it." She interrupted.
"It was actually.. Mark." She said with a innocent smile that didn't show her teeth.

She hesitated as she watched there expressions fall. Kie furrowing her brows at the girl who looked completely ok with the situation.

"Then why did Rafe bring you here?" Kie voiced, looking at his truck.

Rafe was watching out the windshield and when they all turned to look at him, he took it as his cue to leave.

"Oh, I stayed there last night to get away, and I needed to check the house out anyways. Remember, Ward asked me to house sit." She reminded them. Keeping the conversation going made her head ache. She drew a temporary smile on her face trying not to worry her friends. But their faces led her on to assume they didn't believe her.

They looked scared almost, for her. Her severe wound looked like something seen in a horror movie.

The Pogues watched suspiciously as Rafe pulled out of the driveway, speeding away once his tires paved the road.

Calla looked back from the truck, that was now out of sight, turning her attention back to her friends. "Ok, so anyone up for some partying?" Calla cheered. Her friends watched her owlishly as the girl that looked almost ghostly, wound throbbing and pale skin, was asking to go out, when just looking at her injuries made their heads hurt.

"Calla, we're going to the police station." Kie insisted, grabbing the keys to the Twinkie.

"Uhm no we're not?" Calla hesitated, but held her stance infront of the curly haired girl. Guilt swirled in Calla's chest watching the friends who were eager to help her fail, vetoed by Callas stubbornness.

"Yes we are. Right guys?" Kie glanced back waiting for the rest of the Pogues to back her up. They all seemed to pause looking between the two girls.

"I don't know, I think Callas right. What are the police gonna do anyway? Mark is friends with almost all of the officers, hes just gonna deny it, and probably get away with it." The blonde haired boy broke the silence.

"You don't know that," Kie began before the blonde cut her off.

Okay and let's say if they did do there job. He's gonna do what.. 8 months? Then come back and most likely make Callas life living hell?" He implied.

Kie stopped before she gave in realizing that the police would probably only make the situation worse.

"Why did he do this anyway Calla?" Henna turned to Calla, curious as to why she had received the abuse.

Calla bit her tongue, this was the one thing that haunted her the most and she didn't want to to tell anyone, but decided it may be better to tell them in case it happened again.

"Calla what did he do?" The brunette pogue, John B. asked firmly, seeing as Calla's gloomy look grew, almost in tears.

"Uhm it's not really that big of a deal." She said, her voice cracking. She turned around to walk to the hammock, tears filling her already puffy eyes from the night before. The swelling from the bruise didn't help the physical pain that crying caused her.

JJ grabbed Callas arm. "Calla please tell us what happened, please don't shut us out again."

Her memory flashed back to when her parents passed. She wasn't herself for a couple months. She locked herself in her room and barely ate.

"He- he slammed me into the wall and told me I was beautiful, tHen tried to pull my dress down and when I tried to stop him he did this." She confessed, tripping over some of her words while pointing to her cheek. Tears were now running down her face, but she was numb to the point where she was able to have a normal conversation without breaking down.

JJ loosened his grip, a look in his eye that made Calla scared to see his next move. They all stared at her in a shock. They knew Mark wasn't a good person but never thought he would do such a thing.

Calla I'm so sorry" the blonde pogues face softened as he pulled her into a hug, avoiding the tender bruise on her face. Kie, John B., Pope, and Henna joined in on the hug. They held Calla tight as if they were trying to bring her out of the extremely difficult times she was experiencing, through the embrace.

Calla let out a laugh and sniffled, "thanks guys but it's a bit too tight," she groaned. They all giggled, pulling back.

"It's gonna be okay," John B. reassured her.

She gave them all a weak smile.

"Thanks, I love you guys." She said with a smile, thankful to have such amazing friends.

She also remembered how helpful Rafe was being earlier. It was definitely abnormal treatment as he usually did everything in his power to hurt her feelings, but this time she had felt safe around him.

She shook off her thoughts realizing that he probably just did it because he felt bad.

Her attention gazed to her friends who had made their way over to the hot tub and fire.

"Come on Calla." JJ pointed to the hot tub.

A smile broke out on Callas face, slipping off the dress from yesterday that she put back on before she left the Cameron household. As she pulled it off she walked into the chateau to grab her hot pink bikini. She put it on, her hands running over her curves while making eye contact with herself in the mirror. She cringed realizing the bruise was still there. She closed her eyes backing away from the mirror in attempt to remove the memory of what she looked like from her head.

She painted a smile back on her face, exiting.

She slid her body into warm water that consumed her figure. She sighed at the feeling, her eyes on JJ as he stared at her.

"What," the hazel eyed girl questioned, with a small grin.

"Nothing uh - nothing," he looked down at the water before filling up a glass of wine and handing it to her and Kie.

"mm fancy," Calla said jokingly.

"Thank you kind sir," Kie giggled.

The group shared their thoughts taking Callas mind off of everything. Calla knew that the weed definitely helped along with the alcohol, but for a moment she felt free.

That was... until her phone buzzed.

She looked at her phone recognizing the number as Rafes:

Calla the police are everywhere at your house. You might wanna see what's going on. Be careful

Callas heart dropped.

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Hi my loves <3

So I changed the cover and I'll
probably change it again in the
future but lmk what you think of it!!

Also I've been really busy w school so
i haven't been posting recently.

How is the book so far? There may be summm smut to come but you gotta be patient lmao

I love the fluff and sweet moments so
there's prolly gonna be a lot of that too

And I'm aware the French thing doesn't make sense atm BUT I PROMISE IT WILL!!!!

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