Mon Amour | Rafe Cameron

VINGT

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After a unbelievably tiring day at work, that consisted of.. nothing? She felt terrible. She was tired for no reason, to her anyway. She brushed it off as her being lazy but pushed the degrading thought away, realizing she didnt exactly know where to go. This was a very reoccurring thought lately and she hated it.

She walked out of the country club and as soon as her feet hit the pavement she let out a sigh. The days didn't feel repetitive like they used too, more of a lonely, empty and hurtful mix of feelings combined.

Tears slid down her cheeks as she headed towards, somewhere. Although, she didn't know where.

She decided the only place where she wouldn't be completely unwelcome was John B's. Although it seemed they were mad at each other, she just hoped he wouldn't kick her out or lash out on her again. She really hated when people yelled at her.

When she finally reached the uneven gravel of the chateau, she scanned the area. His van was gone and no one was in sight. She sighed in relief as she walked up to the hammock. She threw herself down i
onto it gently, her eyelids growing heavy.

She watched the sunset. She thought it was beautiful, especially tonight as the pink shades turned into purple hues fading in the sky as the sun disappeared over the horizon. She hadn't heard from Rafe, which she avoided those thoughts as darkness and confusion consumed her brain when it came to that topic.

She continued focusing on the sky as a star popped up, and then another, and a couple more, until light seeped through what seemed like small holes glistening all over the sky.

But she didn't want to think of them as holes... more like openings.

Calla used to be the most bubbly girl in the outer banks. She was sweet and nice, no one ever saw her sad. But now, she was a completely different person.

But deep down she still had faith that things would get better. Optimism had always been her thing. Just like she referred to the stars as openings instead of holes. A hole is a place where you sink down, down into the never ending abyss of emptiness. So to her, those openings in the sky comforted her in ways she couldn't explain. Just the thought that opportunities could open up at some point comforted her.

An opening to feel better.

Somehow.

As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but wonder where she would be right now if the accident hadn't have happened.

If her parents will still alive.

After a couple hours of Calla sleeping in the hammock, it was now about 11.

John B.'s van pulled up to the chateau, all of the pogues exiting the sliding doors, laughing.

They were walking in when the JJ saw Calla. "JB." JJ nudged him subtly as the rest of his friends walked inside.

"What?" John B. turned around, looking in the direction JJ was peering.

"It's la," JJ whispered as they watched her sleep peacefully from a distance.

He rolled his eyes. "Why is she here?" John B. groaned in annoyance, walking her way to wake her up.

JJ jogged after him tugging on the brunettes shoulder. "Don't wake her up man," JJ pleaded.

"Why?! She was being such a bitch to me, you saw that!" He whispered yelled to the blonde boy who was shaking his head.

"Dude you see what she's going through.. you should understand, you lost Big John, she lost BOTH of her parents John B. She probably had no where else to go." JJ continued. "You know Calla, she wouldn't have came back unless she really needed to after you basically slut shamed her."

John B sighed, shrugging. "You agreed with me." He waved his hand around, pointing to his friend.

"Just let her sleep." He whispered lowly, hoping John B. wouldn't wake up the sleeping beauty who was absolutely exhausted from life itself and what it had put her through.

"Whatever," John B. turned around and walked back into the chateau.

John B disappeared through the entry way and JJ makes his was over to the sleeping girl.

He stands next to her, careful not wake her up as he looks at her closely. His eyes dance over all of her features; her busted lip, her wounded cheek, her tear struck cheeks. How could someone so sweet, or used to be so sweet, endure some much trauma.. and still plaster on the usual smile she flashed at everyone.

Calla and JJ had always been close. They were the groups clowns and were down to do anything. Calla had always been so pure, so sweet, but she had always had a type of rebellion to her. She was impossible. She seemed impossible to every boy in the outer banks.

That was until she lost her parents. Him and the rest of the crew watched as Calla slowly fell apart. Each piece of her precious soul sinking deeper and deeper into the pitch black abyss of torture. They saw how she locked herself away for weeks, coming back with a smile. She started getting high with them, which wasn't to abnormal for her, but she wouldn't get so high off of weed that she would pass out like she did now. She stared getting black out drunk at the keggers where she usually would just dance with her friends, preferring to stay sober so she could remember... that being her goal now.. .to forget. They saw how she slowly started disappearing at night, coming back with less clothes than before, puffy red rimmed eyes, struggling to talk. And now, her beautiful face had been traced with bruises and cuts.

He brushed her hair behind her ear before running back inside.

He ran back out, blanket in hand. He spread the light cover over her, shielding her from the chill that soared through the nights breeze.

He took her hand in his, caressing her wrist with his thumb, hovering over her faint scars. He sighed, placing her hand under the blanket and heading back towards the chateau.

Calla had always been there for him during his many problems resulting to breakdowns. And he was going to be there for her, regardless of what anyone else thought.

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Hi my lovesss!

I'm so so so sorry for not updating as much. I love you all THE MOST! you'll never understand how much I care for you.

You all are precious and deserve the world.

Also, I've been reading this book for a friends book report and I'm not sure why but it's made me super anxious? There's some death in it and some other stuff but it just makes me worry a lot. Idk if I sound- yea idk I just wanna know that it's not just me lmao bc I just cry ab it. Lmk I love you guys.

If you need anything I'm ALWAYS here to talk!

xoxo emma