human ↦ calum hood {au}

twenty-three: barricaded

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:

| lynette’s pov |

He called me beautiful; is this for real? I can’t believe it. He told me before that he liked me, but hearing those two words out of his mouth made me so happy.

Although I was kind of disappointed that he didn’t say anything else after that. We just parted ways, and here I am, in my small house.

It gets really lonely here, but I’ve learned to be just fine on my own. But it was a relief when Calum sneaked in nights before. I had someone to keep me company.

I drink a pill of the medicine I got, and sometimes I actually think about why I get these. The real reason, I mean. I knew I was sick, but wasn’t it a little bit too long already? Why do I keep taking these?

I’ve never once stopped though, and I’m afraid to do so because there might be side effects. I might become sickly. 

And I don’t want to be sickly. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

“Calum!” I exclaim, surprised by how sudden he appeared. “How did you get here this time?” Eyeing him from head to toe, he was still in his uniform, which I didn’t mind one bit. 

He chuckled. “Window. I always will get in through the window.” 

For the second time, I buy what he said. He’s done it once, he could do it again. 

“Anyway, let’s go.” He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. “Let’s cook something. You’re starving,” Calum told me, pointing at my stomach.

As if on cue, my stomach rumbled. How did he know I was hungry? Did I say anything about being hungry earlier?

“I just know,” he answered my question, without actually hearing my question. 

Sometimes, I think Calum’s psychic because he literally knows what’s on my mind and everything about me. I don’t think that’s even possible for a person to do; he’s so inhuman. 

I nodded and stared as he prepared everything, opening cupboards and my refrigerator. He also got some plates and bowls for making whatever it was we were going to make. Rather, what he was going to make.

He just grinned at me when he caught me looking at him. 

I turned away, watching something else. And I notice something that irked me– my barricaded windows.