Turn Away | c.h

Chapter 67 - Habits

a non smutty chap that'll leave u confused
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I tugged on my shirt, flattening my hair down as Calum returned to the room, hair damp and torso exposed. Water droplets still sat on his skin, drawing attention to his statuesque figure. He lowly chuckled once he noticed me blatantly staring, so I rolled my eyes and looked away.
It's just so hard to ignore such an attractive sight, and I didn't even feel shameful for it.

He turned around, removing his towel and replacing it with his grey sweatpants.

I stared out the window, feeling the cold breeze hit my skin, sending me wide awake. It was weird- just as I began to feel tired and droopy, my body would send me awake again and all feelings of tiredness disappeared. It was kind of cool, but at the same time annoying. I mean, what if I wanted to sleep? I used to fucking love sleeping.
It was a nice escape, for when things got a bit too much to handle. And now, I had nothing to escape from and no way of escaping. Everything made complete sense to me, I had nothing to hide from. So maybe my inability to sleep was a good thing. It reminded me that everything was finally okay.

Or, at least felt okay.

I brushed aside the thought, turning towards Calum once again. He hung his towel up, turning towards me.

"Hey, can we go into the town tomorrow?" I asked, moving my feet over the edge of the bed. He walked towards me, eyebrows slowly knitting.

"What for?"

I watched as he stopped in front of me, knee playfully nudging mine.

"I want to sort out everything, because, y'know... I'm a classified missing person." I emphasised. Clearly he had let himself become unfazed by the fact he was being framed as a kidnaper, and it partly concerned me. Had we been way to nonchalant about this whole ordeal? What if there was a war raging on behind this forest, but we were too busy playing house to notice it? My father was a powerful man, and he was capable of many things, so there was no doubt in my mind that he was formulating something that would potentially tear Calum and I apart.

"Yeah, okay. We can go down in the morning, but you should try and get some sleep first." He sweetly said, brown eyes flickering between my own. I gently shook my head at his words.

"I can't. I'll sleep once we get this sorted out and once I confront Dad."

"Do what you need." He said supportively, causing me to softly smile to myself.

"So we'll go first thing in the morning?" I reaffirmed.

"Okay. Then after we'll work on your abilities again, yeah?"

"Yeah." I breathed, as he reached down, gently taking my chin between his finger. I felt myself smile whilst looking up at him, the glow of the moon shining through the curtains and onto his features.

Calum leant down, pressing a slow, passionate kiss against my lips. Already, I could feel the familiar pit of passion ignite in my stomach and it left me dazed. It was truly incredible what he could do to me. He kept it short and sweet, pulling away after gently running his thumb across my bottom lip.
I leant back on the mattress, watching as he turned around and began making his way back out of the room. I shamelessly watched him leave, softly biting my bottom lip from the sight before me- he was just so goddamn attractive.

I laid back on the bed, reaching across and grabbing the book I had started on a while ago; Inner Workings. I still had a lot to learn about myself, and this seemed to be the most legit and realistic biography about us.
I opened up to the marked page, trying to get completely lost in the words. But I couldn't focus on anything else but the fact that I had so much to clear up back home.

Seeing my father and Kate was going to be extremely weird to me. We didn't part on good terms, I mean they called the goddamn police on us, then framed Calum and claimed I was kidnapped. It truly hurt me to know they had that much hate and spite towards our relationship, that they'd risk to destroy both of our lives to tear us apart. Actually, I felt pity for them. Obviously something was extremely amiss if they sought out to hurt us.

But I knew for a fact Calum and I would never give up on each other. We owed so much to each other, I mean, we both made the ultimate sacrifice to be the same. I gave up literally everything I've ever had just so I could be with him forever.

I wish I could tell my father that. I just wish there was a way for me to tell him how amazing everything was, and how special Calum made everything. He cherished me and made me realise how beautiful the world was.
That's what fathers are meant to do. My dad was supposed to make me feel like I was needed and loved, and to show me and teach me the ropes of life. Instead he found someone and completely abandoned me, in a way I'd never known how. It's as though he buried me six foot under and walked all over my goddamn grave. Looking back now, I died in that house. The hours and days I spent hiding away from them so I could shield myself from their judgement and belittlement, emotionally killed me. They fried my brain into believing I wasn't worth everything I'd convinced myself I was.

And then this beautiful, caring man comes into my life and completely turns everything around. He makes me realise how worthy I am of love and acceptance, and he taught me everything my father failed to teach me. He saved me in so many ways, I owed my everything to him.

A loud, sudden bang from downstairs caught my attention, causing me to snap out of my deep thought. I slightly sat up, lowering the novel.

"Calum?" I called out, instantly feeling the lack of presence in the house. Maybe he left to check something, but I had an off feeling settle in. So I slowly stood up, chucking the book down and picking up one of his hoodies.
I pulled it on as I wandered out of the room, arms wrapping around myself.

"Cal?" I repeated, realising he hadn't replied. My concern grew as I moved to the stairs, stopping at the top and glancing around the room below. I briefly waited for a response, trying to spot the brown headed boy, but I couldn't trace an inch of him. So I slowly ascended down the stairs, glancing around at the room as I slowly approached it.

The front door was slightly budged open. Maybe he went outside for some fresh air or something.

I finally reached the bottom, turning my head and glancing into the kitchen. I traced over to the room, trying to find the familiar figure but he wasn't in here. So I retraced my footsteps to the living room before taking a thorough look around the room, but yet again, he wasn't here.

Another faint noise echoed from behind me, causing me to spin around, letting my arms go.

In an instant, a strong hand clasped around my mouth, a cloth dosed in sour liquid filling my lungs. I instantly began kicking and trying to fight back, using all the strength my small body captivated to push the stranger off me. But nothing could make their grip on me loosen.

Powerful hands held me tightly to his body as I kicked and swayed my limbs, pushing myself off him. The second I held one inch of freedom, he destroyed it, pulling me back and pressing his hand harder against my mouth. The more I breathed, the more limp my body became. My movements became slurred and tired yet I still tried to fight back. No matter how useless it was, because after all, I stood no chance.
My head was spinning a thousand miles an hour, eyes rolling into the back of my head as my grip loosened around the stranger. My body completely froze, forcibly falling into his hold.

I was completely vulnerable, my entire body was numb and motionless, I couldn't fight back anymore. I was completely captured.

Whatever will to fight I held, completely let go as my mind went blank and my eyes flew shut. I was gone, lost in a void of complete nothingness.

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