THIS BOOK CONTAINS: TALK ABOUT SUICIDE AND SUICIDE ATTEMPTING, SELF-HARM, RAPE, ABUSE, AND STRONG LANGUAGE. THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING, AS I WILL NOT BE WARNING IN THE STORY, MAYBE IN SOME. (mostly because I will forget)
Calista Perez is a sweet and...
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What did I just do? I mean I know what I did but I don't know why I did it. Yes, I trust Elijah enough to tell him but now he's think out it every time he looks at me.
We're on the way to his house right now and we are in a comfortable silence. God, why did I do that. I should've just told him that we were arguing about chores.
He reaches his hands and places them over mine. I then realize that I was picking at them so I just fiddle with his and he let's me.
Its around 8:30 pm and we get to his house in about 10 minutes from the parking lot and step out. We go into his house and see Rosalie and Sofia at the kitchen island.
"Hey Sofia, hi there Rosie." She giggles at the nickname and I smile and hug them both.
"Hey mama, hey princess."
"Hey kiddos, where were you two?" I look at Elijah to tell her something.
He leaves his spot from beside me and walk towards them, "We went to Target, we were bored so we just looked around." He shrugs as he kisses Rose and and Sof on the forehead.
I love men that are good to women.
I smile at the gesture. He nods towards the stairs and we go into his room. He shuts the door and sits in his desk chair. I lay in his bed in the fetal position with my eyes closed wanting to go to sleep now.
"Callie?" He calls to me. Feeling tired from crying I hum in response. "Look at me," I open my eyes and see him looking at me with sadness and worry in his eyes.
I sit up, "Cariño, don't do that," I pause "Don't act different, don't look at me like that." I practically beg him. (Sweetheart)
He gets up and sits beside me "I'm sorry, beautiful, but I can't help it." He tells me gently, he puts his hand on my cheek, stroking it with his thumb. I lean into it and close my eyes.
"Can we just forget it," I ask and open my eyes, he looks at me and nods. "Thank you."
He lays down on his side, in the fetal position and pulls me down with him. I lay on my back beside his chest and put my legs over his, his head is on my boobs, I must be a pillow or something. "Callie, I want you to know I'm here for you and you can always talk to me. No matter the time, day or my mood." He looks at me to make sure I understand. "I may not be your favorite person but I want to go back to how we were before you moved."
I look at him, and nod slightly. "Okay, we can do that." I whisper and he nods and holds me tighter.
"Can I see how bad it's gotten?" He asks, I hope he don't look at me differently.
I sigh and sit up and he props himself on his left arm, his right arm is rested on my clothed thighs. I lift my sleeve and close my eyes. I hear him go quiet, I open my eyes and he's.. he's crying. "Oh Cariño, don't cry amor." I cup his cheeks, he closes his eyes, I can't help but cry too. I hug him tightly and we cry together for a while.
