Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

SEPT

Warning:
Extreme abuse and violence.

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Callas eyes filled with water. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to cry but she did. It's like the fire inside of her had consumed her thoroughly and maybe the tears would put out the flame, but they didn't. As a tear rolled down her bruised cheek, landing on the lit up screen her anxiety only worsened.

She sighed loudly without realizing, JJ noticing, the only one outside with her. The rest of the group had already headed inside to watch a movie, so it was just the two outside now. "Calla, are you okay?" JJ asked, watching her hold back tears.

Calla wanted to say yes but she knew she wasn't. She stared at the blonde pogue, her eyes glassy as her tears fell. His lips parted before his tongue ran over his bottom one and he moved towards her. He placed his arms around her. She hugged him back tightly with fear in her eyes. It seemed like the world was fighting her at every turn she took and was determined to kill her. She didn't know what she did to deserve the constant suffering she was put through.

Speechless, she showed him the text.

"Who is that?" He questioned, curiously.

"Rafe... he must've drove by the house," she said quietly.

"Well do you want us to go with you?" He asked, hoping she would say yes, to protect her if she needed help.

Calla took a second to get her thoughts straight before deciding she should go by herself. "I think I need to go alone, I'll be okay." She said with a weak smile, in return the blonde nodded. She stood up out of the hot tub while the water dripped off of her wet body.

She slowly walked into the chateau to see in the rest of the group watching the movie. She quietly went into John B.'s room and waded through the bag she had placed there earlier. She found a sort of see-through white flowy t-shirt and jean shorts. She slipped the outfit over her bikini.

She got on her bike and pedaled, not looking back in case her anxiety got the best of her and she was urged to turn back around. She knew she needed to see what was going on. She prayed that Rafe didn't tell the police, and that this wasn't a trap to get her to come and answer questions about what happened with Mark.

As she got closer to the house, her heart sped up, trembling. In the distance she saw multiple flashing lights blinding her. With every flash her heart pumped just as fast making her stomach churn. "Oh my God," she whispered to herself as she shook uncontrollably. She stopped about to turn her bike around when someone shouted her name.

Calla!" A familiar voice sounded.

She slowly pedaled towards the house again as she saw her aunt Pen running out of the door.

Calla your okay!" She shouted pulling her into an embrace. Pens strong perfume and booze burning her Calla's nose.

Calla remained on her bike shocked at her aunts reaction.

"Over here! She's here!" Pen cried.

The police rushed over to the driveway where Pen and Calla were still in an embrace.

"Penelope can you please back away so we can ask her a few questions."

Callas heart dropped at those words. Her suspicions were true? Did Rafe tell them?

They led her into the home and sat at the island, in the same kitchen that her and Marks confrontation had taken place just a day before. She sat down, her vision blurry, looking up at the crystallized blur of light from the magnificent chandelier she had always admired, in hopes she could get away from the conversation she was about to have with the cops.