another world c.h

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Calum's POV
Our date went amazing! I think I actually died and went to heaven. Alena is so perfect. I can't believe she actually showed up and stuck around. I'm so glad I met her. Hopefully she'll open up to me more and maybe we'll keep going on dates. The only problem is she doesn't talk. it's a pretty obvious obstacle. I just want to know her ya know. I want to be that person that she wants to tell everything to. I hope I will be that person. Someday.

I'm waiting in the back corner for her to show up. I've been here for about two hours now and she's still not here. I'm a little worried honestly. I mean it's only 11 but typically she's here by now. Her coffees getting cold and I can only re read Catcher in the Rye so many times before it gets boring.

Suddenly the front door rings open. I leap up from my spot in the corner and rush to the front. I see her slink in and make her way around the stacks of books to the back. I follow her to our corner and sit across from her. She pulls her book out, grabs her coffee and begins reading, all whilst keeping her head down, her hat pulled over her face, and her sleeves balled in her fists.

"Alena?" I whisper crouching in front of her. She keeps her face hidden.

"Alena please let me see your gorgeous face" I smile sadly and reach for her hand. She swats my hand away.

"Alena??" I ask softly and go tilt her chin up. She moves my hand away. I stop and slowly go to tilt her chin up again. This time she lets me.

When her face is pointed towards mine I carefully pull her hat away. Tears flow from my eyes when I see her. One black eye, a busted lip, bruises all across her neck and collar bones and red marks streak her cheek. She starts crying silently and puts her face in her hands only to wince and pull them away.

"Im so sorry" I take her hands in mine and pull up her sleeves. There are dozens of fresh red cuts and even more healed scars under her protective layer of sweatshirt sleeves.

"Why?" I ask, crying into her hands. she shakes her head. as if to say it's all okay and smiles sadly at me.

"Who did this to you?" I look deep into her eyes. Searching them for something, maybe a voice deep inside her clawing to get out. I know she wants to talk. I know she does just how can I get her to talk to me?

I pull her into my chest and hold her as if to protect her from everything. I love this girl. So I tell her

"Alena I love you" I whisper into her hair. She looks up at me with a spark in her eyes and smiles softly before cuddling back into my chest. I love her and I want to tell her everyday. I'm going to tell her everyday...but she'll never tell me...