Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

TREIZE

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Sunlight seeped through the curtains, shining onto the Cameron boys face. His eyes came undone from their conscious state, and he immediately felt a feeling of emptiness rush through him.

He frantically got up when he saw Calla was gone. Why? He wasn't sure but he wanted to know exactly where she went.

He got up from the silk sheets rather quickly, rushing through the door that connected the bathroom and his bedroom, in hopes he would find a sleepy Calla.

Though he didn't.

He stumbled throughout the house, eyes still blurred, looking for any sign that Calla was still there. He sighed, as all he found was her blood covered clothes from the night before, that had now dried, hanging over the side of the bathtub.

He sighed, before something seemed to weigh onto his mind as he felt himself tripping into an overwhelming feeling that he had avoided for...forever.

Caring. Well caring about someone else.

Of course he had friends and family that he 'cared' about, but he never felt the feeling that had been engraved into him when he saw Calla wasn't laying next to him.

He loved his family.. he would say, but the hard relationship with his father and Rose, plus the shadow of his sister, Sarah, that seemed to follow him everywhere, no matter what, made him think otherwise. Something deep down, always found a way to shrink the actual love he felt for them.

Although, he cared about Calla. Where she had went. What she was doing. And worst of all, he cared about rather or not she was thinking about him.

After a moment of swimming through the private waters of his heart that had been blocked off, he shook off all thoughts of Calla.

They had only started conversing again last night after years and years without conversation, besides the comments they would make to each other that just seemed to make them hate theirselves even more of course.

It was way too soon for him to be feeling this was about her.

He quickly shrugged off the thoughts and got a hold on himself. He took a deep breath before determining he was done worrying about where the girl went. She was 18, she could take care of herself.

While that was true, to a certain extent. He couldn't help but think about the night before, when he had his arms wrapped around her. He had swore to himself that he would protect her from then on.

But as fire iced his veins, he became more angry that the girl had left without telling him where she went.

But with that anger, guilt also followed.

He felt guilty for being mad, but mad that she didn't feel guilty for what she.. hadn't done? He was sad, but frustrated. He had felt every emotion in every way possible.

So he decided to get rid of them.

The stress that had been crawling up his neck from the whole situation, the situation that was only a big deal in his head, was eased as he made his way to the other side of the island.

Little did Rafe know, just as he was making his way down the driveway, to the beaten up trailer, Calla was only walking distance away, figuring out what she was gonna tell her friends at the chateau.

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As she walked through the pebbled dirt, kicking at stray stones, her heart thumped hard in her chest.