Callum's Colours

Invincible

Caleb's house is big.

It has two floors, although he sleeps on the first, and a fair amount of bedrooms considering he only has two brothers to share it with.

Caleb always described his room as more of an apartment, with an en-suite, mini fridge and microwave.

From what I gathered he never leaves it much.

Which is perfect for Ryan's plan.

Not so perfect for any of my half heart excuses.

Usually, I'd be appalled by the prospect of tricking people, terrorizing them whilst their unconscious.

But that was before I was raped.

That was before the whole school was told my sexuality.

Ryan opens my car door and tries to tug me out, hand wrapped around my arm.

I snatch it away, still in the mindset of the rape. Just remembering the evening seems to make everything in the current moment terrifying.

My skin crawls from his touch.

I climb from the car by myself.

Ryan looks hurt.

"I'm sorry," I begin, feeling guilty for pulling away from his touch, "It's just being here, knowing Caleb's inside. It brings back the horrible memories of contact."

Ryan still looks pissed, but his face softens.

"It's alright, I understand," he says, trying to smile.

He clearly doesn't understand.

I don't want to even breathe the same air as the man who I once thought that I loved, let alone face his piercing eyes and looming body.

But I suppose this time I'm not alone.

This time I have Ryan.

We walk slowly towards the house together. Ryan has his bag slung across his back, the jar of snakes stuffed into its side pocket.

I shiver just looking at them.

Ryan laughs when he spots me staring.

"Are you seriously afraid of snakes?" He smirks.

"Yes, as is every other sane mammal who lives on Earth!" I retort, still focused on the house in front of us.

He snorts, loudly.

"Pussy," he laughs.

I shake my head, grinning.

It's shocking how quickly he can turn from caring Ryan, a nice boy who empathizes with my problems, to Ryan Gold a cocky, arrogant dickhead.

I kind of love how quickly he changes.

It's amusing.

What isn't funny is the rule he set.

The house seems large, huge even, looming over the two of us.

"Ryan, this is bad. This is terrible." I say, stammering.

He glares at me.

"I never.. I never would've agreed to this if I'd known how extreme this revenge would be, how dangerous it would be." I pause, waiting for Ryan to react. He doesn't. "With a house this size his parents definitely have guns! What if they shoot us?"

I step backwards.

"This is fucking trespassing Ryan, what is wrong with you?" I begin to shake from the cold and fear, furious at him.