Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

DIX

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She stumbled through the crowd with a limp hand. Although, she had no intention on keeping a grip on the boy, he made sure to keep a strong hold on her wrist so he didn't lose her in the huge mass they were weaving through.

She finally reached the area with large alcohol bottles lining the table. She grabbed a drink and poured it into a random cup before downing it. Rafe watched her take large swallows of the booze and before she could even swallow, reach for more.

"hey, hey slow down precious" he spoke lightly, pushing her hand away from the small keg she was reaching for.

She scrunched her nose giving him a confused look, referring to the nickname.

"What? You don't want me to call you that?" He asked.

She was about to answer his question when her phone buzzed. She reached into her pocket and grabbed the phone, reading the text she received from Mark.;

You'll have to come back at some point. You did this to yourself Calla.

Her face stilled. She looked up at Rafe who examined the way her mood changed from bad to worse. She slid her wrist from his hand and stumbled over to an area where she could sit. She was really drunk by now so she struggled to stand before sliding her back down the wall, and resting her face in her palms.

"Calla what's wrong, what did the text say?"

She looked up at him with tears in her eyes. The red that filled the whites of her left eye was showing when she looked back down at the ground.

He wanted to kill Mark. Why were they putting her through this?

But then again why was he feeling this way about Calla?

He hated Calla. Well used to.. now he felt like she needed someone to protect her. He didn't know why he felt that someone needed to be him, but he did.

Calla started shaking, to the point where she couldn't move. Her chest heaved up and down, as tears slid down her cheeks. She put her hands over her temples avoiding her face. She didn't know what to do. When this had happened in the past her parents would do anything and everything to help her. She rememberd what they did to help her focus on other things, to keep her mind off of the unbearable demons that crept up on her. She began counting in her head, in French like her and her parents always did together, as this always calmed her down.

Un... deux.. trois..quatre. The voice in her head echoed making her head pound.

This was it, she felt like her masterpiece of a facade that she had been working in all her life had been broken and crumbled into millions of pieces. She felt her heart shattering, the broken glass filling her lungs and deflating them from the sharp edges of the crystallized solid. The demons that she fought constantly, wrapping themselves around her neck, taunting her with their familiar faces she considered family.

She focused in on the textured ground they sat on, emptiness settling in her soul. Calla's head spun, her thoughts creating excruciating pain that made the urge to really forget about it in something stronger, grow. She believed that after everything that had happened that night, her own uncle basically trying to kill her, she believed she wasn't capable of being loved at all, ever.

Her hands visibly shook by her head, as her head hung low between her knees. She looked like she was in so much pain and could drop dead at any moment, considering her wounds were getting worse. Rafe quickly knelt down, sitting next to her wrapping his arms around her. "Shh it's okay la. It's okay," he whispered, trying to comfort her.