Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
MY MOM opens the door and the floodgates open.
Instantly I'm embraced by her arms and her familiar, comforting scent and I feel myself practically shaking in her arms.
Me and my mom look like sisters. We share the same ginger hair, green eyes and orange freckles. I look like a carbon copy of her. I even sound like her sometimes, it's creepy.
"Who's the boy?" She whispers in my ear, making me laugh and pull away.
I wipe my eyes and turn to Zane.
"Mom, this is my friend Zane." I told my mom about Zane and everything he's done for me and I know that she's been dying to meet him ever since.
She nods with a knowing look. "It's nice to finally meet you Zane."
"You too Mrs James." He replies charmingly, his accent shinning through.
"Oh please, call me Carly." She instructs before ushering us in.
Walking into my childhood home was like opening a time capsule. Not much has changed at all and I find it comforting, as if no time has passed at all, as if I was here all these years. My photos still hang on the wall but there are also new ones, taken without me and I feel a slight stab in my heart.
It's my own fault. I left, I lost contact, it was my choice.
But then I think back to Wyatt, and how he slowly pushed me away and isolated me from my family and friends until it was just him. I shake my head to rid myself of the memories and feel Zane's hand brush mine.
I look up and he tilts his head in question. Are you okay? I nod yes and we continue through into the kitchen, where my father and brother sit waiting.
My brother, Sam who must be 17 by now is sat on the left, with his blonde wavy blonde hair sitting messily and a swim hoodie on while my dad sits on the right, looking exactly the same as he did all those years ago with big brown eyes and short greyish hair.
As soon as my father's eyes meet mine he stands, coming straight over to me and pulling me into the tightest hug ever. I sigh into his chest, for years all I wanted was to see my dad. He's a pretty big man, standing at 6'2 with some big muscles and I've always felt protected around him.
So when I was being abused the one person I wanted was my dad, so he could protect me.
"My sweet girl." He whispers.
Oh god.
I cry into my father's arms for the first time in years and I finally feel like my life is how it should be.
When we pull away we're both in tears and my father's eyes search my face a million times over. "I can't believe you're finally here." He whispers and my lower lip wobbles.
