Chapter 11: Boiling Point
Cale’s nightmare begins in an eerie replica of his home, filled with an unsettling quiet that feels unnatural, stifling. It’s as if the walls themselves are pressing in on him, whispering of expectations, judgements, and disappointment. He stands alone in the lavish but suffocating surroundings, his fingers clenched tightly around a wine bottle. The tension radiates off him in waves, his whole body stiff, breathing hard as if struggling to contain the storm within him.
Choi Han watches from the sidelines, his expression tense as he looks around at the unsettling replica of Cale’s life. Even through the veil of the nightmare, he feels the heaviness in the air, the simmering fury emanating from Cale. Beside him, Rosalyn shifts uncomfortably, glancing around, her face etched with worry.
Without warning, Cale begins to mutter to himself, his voice low but filled with bitterness.
"I buried the unseemly urges
Deep down in the ground with the roots
But it’s all coming up to the surface
Maybe it’s getting ready to bloom…"
Choi Han clenches his fists. He had known Cale kept his emotions close, but hearing the underlying pain in his friend’s voice feels like a dagger to his heart. Rosalyn bites her lip, her eyes darting between Cale and the wreckage of his life in the room around him.
Beacrox furrows his brow. “Is… is this what he’s been feeling all along?” he murmurs, his voice low but tinged with unease.
Alberu, watching with a heavy heart, murmurs, “Cale has always been one to shoulder burdens alone. But this…”
"And I don’t wanna be a monster in the making
I don’t wanna be more bitter than sweet
I don’t know how to be just standing by blankly
Not getting angry."
Rosalyn shakes her head, her voice trembling. “He’s been hiding so much from us… I never realized.”
Cale’s breathing quickens, and his fingers tighten around the neck of the wine bottle, his knuckles turning white. His voice rises, filled with an uncharacteristic fury, one that catches the group off-guard.
"'Cause another and another coming up out of the gutter
'Til I’m drowning in an ocean of entitled motherf*ckers
And they’re pushing all my buttons
But they never seem to wonder why…"
Choi Han feels a pang in his chest as he watches Cale struggle with emotions he’s kept buried for so long. “Cale…” he whispers, wishing he could reach out, to somehow comfort his friend.
But Cale’s anger is relentless, bubbling up as he tightens his grip on the wine bottle, his gaze hardening. The group stands helplessly, watching him pace around the room like a caged animal.
"Another and another, ask each other—
Does it get your blood boiling?
Does it make you see red?
Do you wanna destroy it?
Does it get in your head?"
Ron looks away, clenching his fists tightly. “Young master,” he whispers, feeling the guilt creep into his heart. He’s known Cale longer than the others, seen the way he brushes off pain with that familiar mask. But now he’s realizing just how much Cale’s hidden beneath it.
"'Cause it gets my blood boiling
And I’m coming unglued
It would hit you like poison
If you knew what I knew
You would be angry too…"
With a sudden, violent motion, Cale hurls the wine bottle across the room. It smashes against the wall, shattering into countless pieces, each shard reflecting his inner turmoil. The group flinches, all of them startled by the raw intensity of his outburst.
“Cale…” Choi Han whispers, his voice barely audible. It pains him to see his friend this way, so consumed by his own darkness.
Lock, standing by in silence, has tears in his eyes. “I… I never knew Cale felt like this,” he mutters, voice shaking. “I thought he was just… strong. Unbreakable.”
"I’m seeing through crimson sunglasses
I’m breathing and counting to ten
I guess I’m fresh out of free passes
They’ll pay if it happens again."
Cale’s voice echoes through the room, tinged with a bitter resolve. His eyes narrow, his gaze flicking over the broken glass and wreckage around him.
Beacrox grits his teeth, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. “I should have seen it,” he says quietly. “He’s always been… hiding so much. Even from us.”
Alberu lets out a heavy sigh, a hand pressed to his forehead. “He’s been carrying a burden no one should bear alone.”
"And I don’t wanna drink the venom they made me
I don’t wanna be controlled by the past
Boy, if you were me, could you really blame me?
Would make you crazy…"
The group is silent, each of them processing the weight of Cale’s words. They can see it now—the mask he’s worn, the carefully constructed façade he’s kept up to protect them. And beneath it, a heart filled with a rage that’s finally coming to light.
"'Cause another and another coming up out of the gutter
'Til I’m drowning in an ocean of entitled motherf*ckers
And they’re pushing all my buttons
But they never seem to wonder why…"
Ron swallows hard, watching as Cale paces, his face a twisted mask of bitterness and resentment.
Rosalyn places a hand over her heart, feeling it ache for him. “He… he’s been drowning,” she whispers. “And we never even noticed.”
"Another and another, ask each other—
Does it get your blood boiling?
Does it make you see red?
Do you wanna destroy it?
Does it get in your head?"
As Cale’s rage reaches its peak, he kicks over a table, sending glass and papers flying. The group flinches at the sound, feeling the weight of his frustration as if it were their own.
“Cale, please…” Choi Han murmurs, feeling helpless as he watches his friend unravel.
Cale’s voice grows colder, more resolved, a dangerous edge sharpening each word.
"'Cause it gets my blood boiling (boiling)
And I’m coming unglued
It would hit you like poison
If you knew what I knew
You would be angry too."
Lock wipes a tear from his cheek, his heart aching for his friend. “Why didn’t he tell us?” he asks, voice trembling. “Why didn’t he let us in?”
Ron places a hand on Lock’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “Sometimes… people hide their pain to protect others,” he says quietly, though his own eyes betray the guilt he feels.
"Calm down, boy, why you so mad?
Why’s your heart gone rotten?
It’s all good, boy, why you upset?
Guess they have forgotten what they did…"
Cale lets out a bitter laugh, one that chills the group to the bone. It’s a laugh filled with years of resentment, of disappointments, and unmet expectations.
Alberu shakes his head. “They didn’t just forget. They didn’t care,” he mutters, clenching his fists. “And he’s had to shoulder that alone.”
"Does it get your blood boiling?
Does it make you see red?
Do you wanna destroy it?
Does it get in your head?"
Rosalyn closes her eyes, fighting back tears. “Cale… I’m so sorry,” she whispers. She’s finally beginning to understand, to see the scars he’s kept hidden.
"'Cause it gets my blood boiling (boiling)
And I’m coming unglued
It would hit you like poison
If you knew what I knew
You would be angry…"
As Cale’s voice fades, the group is left in silence, each of them feeling the raw, simmering rage that lingers in the room. They’ve seen a side of Cale they never expected—a side that’s carried a lifetime of wounds and burdens in silence. And they know, now more than ever, that they must be there for him. They cannot let him shoulder this pain alone any longer.
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Fanfictionsongfic, where they have to react to songs describing the person true feelings. Tcf have to react to Cale henituse nightmares, because being their family and all... Cale, has not woken up from his endless sleep...he has been sleeping for 2 weekings...
