Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

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"No, we didn't fuck," Calla spun around, her voice cracking as everything they said felt like a stab, to her already fragile heart.

"Are you sure because-,"

Yes, JJ I'm sure," she cut him off, anger now lacing through her tone.

"So then what happened? Because usually when you come back after seeing a guy, you have." John B. blurted out, regretting his confession as soon as the words left his lips.

Callas glassy eyes slowly spilled over. Is that all her friends thought of her as? Someone who goes around sleeping with guys when she's having problems?

No one had disagreed with him, so they must've thought the same.

But the thing that hurt the most, was that they were right. She did go around and get with guys she barely knew almost every time she was struggling, which was a lot.

She nodded her head and averted her attention down on her worn out converse.

Finally after feeling stuck in the same place, she started walking. She made her way into the chateau, JJ following close behind.

"Calla cmon, what are you doing?" JJ questioned.

Calla kept her gaze on the floor, weaving through the trashy house grabbing her bag from the previous night.

"La don't leave again," JJ spoke softly causing Calla to hesitate and stop for a moment, but continuing back out the door, bag in hand.

"Calla are you serious?" The brunette scoffed. "Gonna run to Rafe then, huh?" She heard John B shout, soon after, hearing faint pleads to stop from Henna.

As soon as her foot hit the ground, out of the chateau, she began running. She ran out of the driveway and down the dirt roads, ignoring all the begs from her friends to come back.

As her legs began to burn, and the tears fell back with the swirling wind, she tried to focus on the beauty of nature. She used to love when her and her dad would take walks in the woods, writing down all the gorgeous creatures they saw. And she loved it even more when they would return home to an amazing dinner her mother would cook for them.

But that was gone now.

Now everyone thought of her as the islands whore, who does nothing but sulk in pleasure from strangers.

Her heart rate increased and her breath quickened, struggling to catch her breath, but came to an abrupt stop when her destination came into view.

The vandalized looking trailer seemed to be staring back at her as she analyzed the area closely, from a distance.

Her hands dropped to her knees, trying to catch her breath and breathe. The world soon started to spin in her eyes, and her stomach ached, threatening to spill the non existent contents inside. The last time she remembered eating was half a granola bar a couple days ago.

There was a slight difference in her weight, but of course she didn't think so. To her, she looked the biggest she had in a while.

As the dizziness finally subsided, she wrapped her hands around her waist only to scrunch her nose as the feeling of her own skin under her fingertips made her hate herself even more.

Her negative thoughts only encouraged her to take a couple more steps towards the trailer. She knew wasn't the best idea.. actually a horrible, trying to drown out the voices in her head with drugs, especially the drug she despised, but of course that would be better than men, right?