Castaway ➳ cth [EDITING/HIATUS]

Chapter 22

*Calum's P.O.V.*

1 hours earlier.

A swirl of hot, grey smoke drew a line towards the air, slowly fading away. My back was resting on a triste, white plastic chair standing outside in my balcony. I sat for three hours now, counting the dollar bills in my hand over and over. Unbelievable. Three thousand bucks sitting on the palm of my hand, getting shuffled over and over.

The smell of the smoke exiting the cigarette between my left index and middle finger overwhelmed me with dopamine. I couldn't handle myself anymore and brought the bills to my nose, closing my eyes and mixing the scent of money with the dusty smoke.

A chuckle escaped my lips. Anything I could do with this amount of money. If I get a job and work consistently hard enough, I could rent a shack and move out, running away from my problems and responsibilities and welcoming the emotion of secludedness.

There is a chance that maybe June will join me, due to her disinterest in social life. Similar people with similar fates. She's the only individual out of billions that makes me feel comforted and vivid. I was full of love for her.

She's the only reason why my heart was beating faster. The reason why I felt my pulse. I wish she wouldn't be hanging around with this Michael-guy twenty-four seven, it makes me sick to think that she will discover more trust in him than she does in me at one point.

The sound of an abrupt door-opening startled me and out of instinct, I hid the cigarette in my long sleeve and the stack of money behind my back, leaning back into the chair and observing my sister stepping into the balcony.

"Miri, I told you several times you should knock on my door", I explained softly, eyeing down at her.

The poor girl looked petrified, her face appeared to be pale, her bright green eyes emotionless and her lips colored faded pink instead of the usual bright rose tint.

"Mom wants you to come downstairs", she murmured emotionless and shifted her weight from one foot to another.

"What's going on?" I was endlessly irked about my mother at that point. Since the day of the pot-shattering, she hasn't wasted a word towards me.

Miriam didn't answer my question and I was aware why she didn't. I peeked down into the kitchen and at the sight of the person standing next to my mother, the saliva in my mouth vanished and my eyes grew wider.

"Dad?"

The word coming out of my mouth like that resonated in many incorrect ways. I never in my life had a father, the man who labeled himself like that was a complete monster. He was the reason my life was fucked up, he was the reason my sister suffers from permanent brain damage.

He shall rot in hell.

"Calum", he breathed out as if he was relieved, but the scowl on my face wouldn't disappear. The only feeling I generated was disappointment. Pure disappointment.

My mother smiled cautiously and wraps an arm around his waist. The view made me want to throw up right here, at that moment.

Shaking my head in disgust, I turned on my heel, raced upstairs and smashing the door shut.

Tears began to pour out of my eyes, I felt the salty substance dripping down my cheeks, leaving a wet path behind. I grabbed the closest thing to me, a pink speaker, and tossed it across the room. The smash echoed against the walls, and I let out an unwanted whimper.

"Cal?" The male voice spoke through the door and I sensed my father carefully opening the door and stepping into my habitat without his consent.

"Get out", I hissed, trying to make my voice sound threatening. "The sight of you makes me wanna..."

Only a sigh came out of him, followed by an eyeroll. "I get you, Calum. You have every right to be mad at me but would you please listen?"

Scoffing, I let myself fall into the chair I usually use to sit down and play bass and glanced up to him with a deathly stare. The memories of him kept crashing my soul, I had no urge to see this man in my safe zone.

"I came to make everything different now. I came here for you and Miriam. The only wish a father could have is the well-being of their old children. Listen, I know I messed up and I know I was wrong. But I love you both so much and please just be awa-"

"For real?" I shouted and jumped back onto my feet. "For real? You call yourself a father? And what about the incident three years ago that fucked up my entire life? All of your drunk problems and you yelling at mom that we don't have enough money although you kept stealing her income to buy ten bloody bottles of cherry vodka in one night? What kind of human does that?"

My voice got louder with every word I threw around, being aware that my sudden outburst is wrong, but the anger took my completely over.

"I struggled, alright? I struggled. And you gave zero fucks. You don't deserve me or my sister. Get out."

My finger pointed towards the opened door, making him leave.

"Calum, I swear we-"

"I said 'get out'".

His eyes shot back to the floor and he stepped out of my room without giving me a last glance. Heavily breathing, I return back into the balcony, the sky almost turning black but my lungs ran out of air, I needed the outside.

I really want to call him again, I thought mischievously and ran my fingers through my hair, just one more time.

My hand found its way into my pocket and I pulled out my phone, selecting the contact, but a scream from the forest stops me from doing so.

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(A/N): "Holy shit Ally, you updated twice a day!"

Yeah, my friends, I decided to not be a lazy piece of shit and actually carry on with my book! It is currently 2 in the morning and got super thrilled to continue writing. If I don't get too sleepy I might as well update three chapters more, haha.

Anyway, thank you so much for reading. It's getting saucy. And the book is not gonna end soon with makes me happy because I literally hate it when books end too fast. Also, sorry if my chapters seem a bit cheap, but as said it's two in the morning and despite my urge to write, I might as well fudge up at some parts. 

Whale yeah, stay tuned homies! - Ally 

and happy fourth of july to my american friends!