Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

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She was actually glad Max had shown up. Calla needed something or.. someone to forget about what happened. Her face was still burning and it hurt to even talk, but the alcohol helped ease her pain a lot.

He pulled her into the room shutting the door. He instantly pulled her into a kiss wrapping his arms around her waist, feeling her curves under his fingertips. She was sure that the blood on her shirt had to have transferred to his hands and clothing, along with his face as they were all over each other. She couldn't pin point exactly why he hadn't questioned her any further as to what happened and had taken her to a room with him, but they were both very drunk, according to the heavy scent of alcohol on their breaths.

She decided to push her thoughts away and focus on Max since he was definitely helping her forget everything.

They moved against each other and towards the bed never breaking their deep kiss. He laid down on the bed and she straddled on top of him, her legs on both of his sides. She grinded against him while moving her lips across his jawline and down his neck.

They came apart from their kiss breathing heavily. He smiled, reconnecting their lips again. She started fumbling with his belt when someone's hands wrapped around her and pulled her of of him.

"What the fuck," she screamed, struggling trying to get out of the person's arms. It hurt to move from his heavy hold as his hands wrapped around the parts of her stomach that had taken hits earlier that night.

She continued to struggle, looking up to see who it was. It was Rafe.

"What the hell? Get away from her," Max got up walking towards him. Rafe put Calla to the side gently and quickly got in Max's face.

"Get the fuck out." Rafe seethed, gritting his teeth, their faces inches apart. She watched as Max processed the situation, but considering Rafe was significantly bigger in all aspects than Max, he backed down and walked out of the room with his hands up. He kept his eyes on Calla the entire time before slipping out of the doorway and away from the room.

Callas eyes met with Rafes with an annoyed gaze. "Are you kidding me? Again?" She shouted.

He ignored her and went up to her with a softened expression. "Calla what happened," he whispered, gently pulling her chin up to stare at her wounds. She paused remembering what happened.

"Uhm- I don't-"

"Was it Mark?" He cut her off with a firm tone.

She stared into his eyes. She could tell there was something off but because the coke had worn off a decent amount, she couldn't see the high in his eyes.

"Um yea.. BUT please don't do anything stupid, please." She begged him as he let go of her face and held his head in his hands, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.

"Calla I'm so sorry, I'm the one who told you to go back and see what was going on." He said softly.

She couldn't help but let the tears that she was holding back the entire party spill over her bloody cheeks. Rafe heard her whimper and he stood up wrapping his arms around her.

"It's okay I got you," he whispered resting his chin on her head.

"It hurts.. everything - just hurts," she cried in pain.

He sighed, "sh shh it's okay.. everything's going to be okay" he reassured her quietly. He felt so bad.Especially because he had been in numerous fights and he was never injured as bad as she was right now. They stayed in that position for a while, as she was in horrible shape.

She felt like shit. She knew he probably thought it was his fault, but she also hated herself for letting anyone see how she really felt.

She buried her head in his chest, avoiding any harsh pressure as her face was so sore.

He felt as she sobbed in his arms. He glanced down at his blood covered fingers from slightly touching her face. "Calla we need to clean you up or it's gonna get worse," he told her, pulling out of the hug and running his fingers through her hair.

She hated being vulnerable. She hated it so much. She hated heart to heart conversations. She hated it all. But this was good, this felt right? She pulled away from him, stepping back, wiping her eyes causing some blood to rundown her face caused by the pressure.

"No- I'm not thinking.. about this right now? I need a drink." She responded walking towards the door, letting her stubbornness take over.

She honestly didn't want the hug to end, or walk away from him since it seemed like he actually cared. But the pain was unbearable and she was ready to be completely numb again.

'Why am I like this? 'He's trying to help me.'

Thoughts raced through her head as he pulled her back towards him.

"No, we're leaving Calla. You're hurt."

"No.. I'm fine—please just one more drink." She pleaded, as her beautiful starry eyes glistened up at him.

"Fine but then we're leaving, its probably already infected," he gave in. He linked his arm around hers, following her back to the party.

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Hi my loves ☼

Ok so I just wanna say that I know there's a lot of extra wording and detail that might bore you, but I'm really trying to display what Calla is experiencing. It says in the story that she is always fighting herself, that everything is so chaotic in her head and I'm going to try to concentrate on that a lot. Right now she is dealing with extreme anxiety and abuse, so I'm trying to capture how it would feel in this situation. If that makes sense.

But it gets is boring and doesn't interest you lmk because I will definitely try to cut some of it out.

I also am gonna be shortning chapters because I wanna continue updating every other day, but I've been really tired and stressed out tbh so I'm gonna just shorten the chapters some!

Alright ik that was boring I'm sorry but please leave feedback so ik if I should even keep updating.

ily ♡⃝

also I just wanna say I'm obsessed with drew starkey, he is so sweet. he's literally my comfort person :)

AND OMG 500 READS TYSMMMMM!

xoxo emma