Turn Away | c.h

Chapter 5 - The Fear

I closed my eyes, letting out an exhausted, shaky breath of air. Low mumbling was heard from downstairs as I was forced to eavesdrop on Dad and Katy's pointless argument about his past. Weekly, this topic was brought up- Katy demanded answers, and Dad refused to give them to her. And I completely understood why.

I hadn't realised my mum and dad were unhappy until the day she left. She left me with a card and a kiss on the forehead and nothing else.

She left dad with a broken heart and a bruised eye.

All he did was try and convince her to stay, and in return he was hit in the face, as I was left there to stand and watch. Dad was crying, but mum didn't shed a single tear. I was in shock, frozen as I watched my own father fall to his knees, shouting at her to stay. Obviously it wasn't enough because she left, and she never looked back. Years later, Dad met Katy, and our lives changed.

We had an instant disliking for each other. She tried her best to talk to me and get to know me, but after a while, she just gave up. We both did. I distanced myself from my own father, and isolated myself completely. I lost all my friends, and my boyfriend, at the time. I spent my nights alone, knowing nothing could hurt me the way mum hurt dad.

I turned very independent from the age of fourteen, I was already walking myself through the streets at night. I was taking myself places, with no help from Dad or Katy, and after a while, they both just gave up completely. They still pretend to care, but we all know its stupid. It's not worth their time, because I refuse to build a relationship that will crumble the way my parents did.

And its not like a I hated being so alone- frankly, I loved it. I didn't get shit from anyone because no one at my school ever liked to mess with a child of divorce. I was thankful for that, because I had somehow grown completely invisible to everyone, and sometimes, even to myself.

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I was nudged and pushed in to the hall, everybody laughing and talking about the surprise lecture about illegal drug use and underage drinking. Everybody found this topic humorous, because majority of the people in this school was already indulging in the sweet life of drugs and drinking.

I, on the other hand, was completely uninterested. I mean don't get me wrong, I loved having a few drinks to myself now and then, but I didn't go out of my way to plan what day I was going to go snort some cocaine or chug a whole litre of straight vodka. If it happened, then it happened.

I stood by the door, glancing around the hall for a seat. Teachers were ushering everyone to sit down and to be quiet, but everyone was too hyped about the fact their Human Biology topic test was postponed until next week, in substitute for this drug presentation.

I glanced around, noticing a familiar figure sitting a couple of metres away from me. He was surrounded by girls, all stupidly giggling at every thing he said and admiring his every movement. I watched from afar, mentally dry heaving over their thirsty attitudes. The popular girls clung onto every new, attractive boy that walked into the school and honestly, nothing annoyed me more. Particularly because it was Calum they were swooning over. I mean, there wasn't a doubt in my mind he'd chose a girl in a small, pink revealing skirt, than a girl in black skinny jeans and a baggy jumper.

I rolled my eyes at them, noticing one of them blatantly sticking out her chest. Calum looked up, eyes scanning the room until they met mine. I felt my heartbeat quicken as I was met with his mesmerising brown eyes. I looked away, glancing down at my shoes. But from the corner of my eye, I noticed him shift from his seat and stand up.

He began making his way to me, gently pushing past the group of dick-thirsty girls. I couldn't believe he actually just interrupted those girls to walk over to me... Why the heck would he do that?

I shifted my weight onto the other foot as Calum approached me, moving beside me. I glanced up at him. He smiled small, his brown hair pushed up in all different directions.

"Hey." He said, voice low.

"Hey." I replied, looking away as I tried to hide my smile. I could tell he was still looking at me, his smile growing as i tried to hide mine.

"Do you think we can sneak out?" He asked, leaning in. I tuned back to him, not even weighing up the pros and cons before I nodded. Calum nodded in return, grabbing my hand as we slowly walked back to the door,

We slipped out of the building unnoticed, our hands remaining entwined for an extra few seconds before we both pulled away. I cleared my throat, running my hands down my thighs as we made our way to the oval. I glanced back at the building, noticing the doors being pulled shut.

"Come this way," I said, gesturing to the opening in the bush. "Its quicker."

Calum and I crawled through the hole, hidden from the windows of the hall, behind the bushes. He mumbled something under his breath; something mindless about how easy the school was to sneak out from.

After a journey of silence, we ended up seated behind the bleachers, where I usually sat at lunch and recess. Calum sat beside me, glancing up at me as I sat down.

"Thank god I'm out of there, I could not stand another one of our schools lectures about drugs." I said, earning a light chuckle from Calum. I pulled away, moving my legs out in front of me. I noticed a faint smudge of blood on my jeans. I held my arms out in front of me, inspecting my skin until I found a bleeding, open cut.

"Shit, I'm bleeding." I suddenly said, causing Calum to instantly look at me, eyes slightly widening.

"Oh... Fuck."

"You don't have any bandaids on you, by any chance?" I asked, placing my fingers over the spot. Calum shook his head, looking to his side as he stood up. I looked up at him, furrowing my eyebrows as he turned to me.

"Do you, uh- do you need tissues? I'll get some."

"I's fine," I said, shaking my head. "Its tiny. It'll stop bleeding any second."

"Are you sure?" He asked, voice cracking slightly as he spoke. I nodded up at him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah- sorry, I'm fine, I just..."

"Blood makes you queasy?" I softly laughed, gesturing to my arm. Calum nodded in defeat, eyes falling to the patch of blood on my skin.

"Thought you weren't scared of anything?" I said, teasing him. Calum breathily laughed, taking a step closer to me.

"I'm not scared of anything." He justified, a smiled etched onto his lips.

"Anything but blood."

"I'm not scared of blood, Stella." Calum said, shaking his head at me. I fought off a smile.

"Whatever you say." I shrugged, looking down at the now, dried blood. He sat back down beside me, eyes flickering between my cut, and my eyes. I couldn't stop myself from smiling as he moved his hand to mine, gently moving my fingers away from the cut.

I looked up at him, noticing that his features were more softer and warmer than usual; with his eyes more lighter and skin more flushed- he looked beautiful.

"I'm not scared of anything," he repeated, looking up at me as he replaced my fingers with his, on the cut on my arm. The pad of his fingers were now pressed over the mark, blood smearing over his skin. "Especially not your blood."

OH DAMN THAT WAS CHEESY AS HECK !!
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