Ray's Rainbow Camp

Chapter Fifteen, Short And Escort,

(Stong language and some sad themes.)

Luke's POV

I was sitting on a huge couch in the lobby of the rehab center. I nervously awaited whoever was there for me. The doctors told me only that someone was here for me....and no, it's wasn't my sister. Though every day I longed to see her face again, to make sure she's okay. I love my little sister, and for all that I spent fighting for her at home, I know my love is valid.

That's when I see him. Him. Oceanus. Walking towards me with this giddy smile on his face. He looks so much older...more mature. He walks over to me slowly, so I stand up and run towards him. The incident, where I accidentally pushed him in harm's way of a truck, healed. He still looks as handsome as ever. I shed a tear looking at how perfect he is, and because he'll never be able to be mine.

I bro-hug him like I've been accustomed to hugging the VERY many gay dudes who are here in rehab. He laughs, hugging me back. I smile into his shoulder, his touch feels so good. He's here. He is really here! This isn't a dream! This isn't a dream! I start to cry out of joy while he just hugs me tightly. 

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since the day you got shipped here..." He whispers in my ear, making a tingling sensation trail down my spine. 

His voice is husky, like if a dog could speak. He smelled like firewood, one of my favorite scents. I buried my face in his soft hair. He's here! He's really here! Then he pulls away, and it's as if I am snapped back to reality.

"How are you here?" I ask, bewildered by the fact of his presence. 

He looks down at feet, his face smug, "Well let's just say I'm sort of in rehab now too..."

I cock an eyebrow at him, "What did you do?"

"I was on a bunch of drugs and accidentally burned down a small part of a forest," He says, trying to rub the snap of his neck indiscreetly.

"That's why you smell like firewood," I laugh, my first real laugh in such a long time, "Come on, I'll show around this place!"

He grins and follows me as we walk down the hall. 

Phoenix's POV

I'm trapped in my own body. I can't open my eyes, I can't move, I can only hear. What I hear is defining. I hear two people crying loudly and sense them standing over me. It's as if someone actually cares about me. It's probably just someone I don't know trying to steal some morphine from me. Or maybe someone does care, though I doubt it. 

I'm useless. Dramatic. A crybaby. Self-absorbed. A bitch. Needy. Moody. Stupid. A fag. Ugly. Impulsive. Obnoxious. Conceited. Gullible. Arrogent. Sullen. Vulgar. Greedy. Cruel. Grim. Feminazi. Inert. Morbid. Quirky. Pretentious. Presumptuous. I hate myself. I don't even know why they made me live!

The world hates me as much as I hate myself. Sirena just ran away from me! I told her I wanted to be with her... I thought she felt the same. I thought she loved me! How naive am I! I thought that kiss meant something to her... I actually fell for it! I would cry right now if I could move!

Don't even get me started on Roxxane! She saved my life once before and thinks she can make out with whatever person she wants to! We where dating and she goes and cheats on me like this! I can't believe she betrayed me, after all, we've been through together. Both Sirena and Roxxane have broken my heart...

But what if they are the ones crying for me? No, that can't be. They hate me as much as I hate them. I hate Sirena so much!!!!!!!!

But then my eyes blink open. I retract my previous statement almost immediately. She looks so disheveled, hair unbrushed, face worn and tear-stained. Yet, she looks like someone on the television. An actor that just got on set, got their makeup done to make them look like this, but still utterly beautiful. 

Roxxane the lying whore is standing next to her. Looking blah compared to Sirena. Mascara drips down her cheeks, her makeup completely ruined. I can't believe I once loved her. I can't believe she cheated on me. I have lost everyone... and everything. I have lost my will to go on. 

That's why I did it. That's why I tried to kill myself. That's why Roxxane found me bleeding out in our sink with a razor blade in my hand. That's why she's crying over me right now. I know it's fake.....I know she doesn't love me anymore. 

But with Sirena, I can see the actual hurt, actual pain. Maybe she didn't intend for this to happen?

My eyelids quickly close and I left again in the darkness of my own thoughts to think.

(This chapter really is to tie up loose ends! I hope you still like it though! Also, I'm thinking of making smut for both Oceauke and Sirenix. Those are the ship names I came up with. Lol. So comment if you want me to write smut for this book!)