{Red Roses} ~Rafe Cameron~

41. Let it go

Ophelia Martin hated that look. Look of worry? No. The look of pity. She hated how people would look at her when she was sad. It made her feel...worse.

She walked through the door and was met with the one and only Dean Gallagher.
"What the fuck!?" He yelled. Ophelia didn't want to tell him. She didn't want him to feel bad for her.

"Where the fuck have you been?!" He yelled again.
Ophelia looked down. She didn't know what to say. She turned around to be met face to face with Clyde. Great.
"Ophelia?" Clyde put his hands on Ophelia's shoulder softly. But she flinched. She screwed her eyes shut for a second and quickly ran up stairs into her bedroom.

How was she going to tell them? What would they do? What would she do? Everything hurts her brain. What happened?.
She stood up from her bed and made her way to the window. As she walked over, she saw raindrops.

Raindrops racing each other. Trying to see which one would fall down the window quicker. The clouds were dark. Rain was pouring. She loved the rain.
Her mother loved the rain.

She looked up at the clouds again. They looked...free. The dark clouds were slowly turning back white.  She thought about it like her feelings. The white clouds turn grey with all the negativity and the problems, but when she lets them go, they turn back white and clear.

That's it.   

She needs to let go.

She needs to forget her past.

Her mother.  

She walked closer to the window and put her hands on the cold, delicate glass. She saw her mother in the reflection. She saw....herself.

There was a loud crash and a huge gush of wind swept through the broken glass. Her hands balled into fists. Her knuckles grazed with bits of glass sticking out. Her usual soft pink cheeks, now lifeless and drained of colour. Her pretty hazel eyes blurred with harsh tears that fell from them. The cool breeze blowing through the broken glass.

"Lia?" A voice whispered from across the room. A voice she loved. A voice she would never get tired of. A voice that made butterflies swarm in her stomach. That voice. His voice. Rafe.

She turned around to be met with the boy who was once smiling. His face dropped at the sight of the poor girl. She tried to smile. But her face was frozen. Numb. Cold. Just like her mother was.

The clueless boy rushed towards the girl and wrapped her in his arms. She winced and screwed her eyes shut.
"What is it?" The boy stepped back. Ophelia turned her head away from the boy. She didn't want to make eye contact.

Rafe tilted his head to the side to see what the girl was hiding. He saw it. The blood. The glass. The tears. Everything.
"Ophelia. Ophelia what the hell happened? He gasped. She still didn't look at him.

She looked back towards the broken window. She saw her reflection again. But this time, only half. There was a big whole in the middle.
"Look at me" the boy grabbed her wet cheeks and turned her towards him.

The girl was met with those blue eyes. The ones that reminded her of the ocean. The ones she saw life in. She saw the waves. She saw the pretty sky. She saw everything beautiful in his eyes. Those very eyes that would look at her with lust and desire. The ones that stared into hers. She loved those eyes.

"I-I'm sorry" she barley made out. Her throat felt like needles. He eyes burned from the tears. Her skin freezing.
"Don't be sorry. I'm here. I'm here darling" he walked towards the girl and wrapped his arms around her making sure not to hurt her.

"You don't have to tell me anything. Just know I'm here" he held her close to him. Their heart beats beating together. Eyes closed. The warmth radiating of both of them. She felt safe. Safe with him. In his arms. He made her feel special. He made her feel... loved.

She was in love.