Desirable

~52. Dollface

The roads were dark, the only light provided was the dim orange of the tall street lamps. 

The short girl was steadily making her way to a car park - the car park that she last saw him at. Her arms were crossed and her head was tilted low, staring at the damp concrete and failing to avoid puddles. 

She turns a corner and slightly lifts her head, letting a small sigh seep through her lips upon the sight of the white caravan, which had clearly recently been cleaned. 

When she's close enough, she knocks on the door. 

She wasn't sure if he would be awake at such a late time, but she prayed that he was. She had nowhere else to go. Tears had stained her cheeks and her eyes were still glossy and reddened, her plump lips were pouted with her hiccuped breaths. 

Clem inhales a shaky breath that caught in her throat; there was no sound coming from inside the RV, it was completely silent in the almost-empty car park. There was a dim light coming from inside, but she remembered that he often slept with a small light on. 

After a few slow minutes, the door opens and she's met with the man she needed most. 

He looks down at her and their eyes connect. His dark hair was messy and his physique seemed tired, giving away that he had just woken up. She could see the detail of his tattooed body under the weak light, although she had memorised every single one of the ink pictures. His muscular frame was clothed by only a pair of black sweatpants. His freshly-shaven jaw was tensed and sharp and his dark hazel-green eyes softened as he looked over her. 

Clem's gaze lowered as she felt stupid. She didn't want to be pathetic and run away, but she didn't know what else to do. She sniffs, keeping her eyes on the ground. 

"I know it's really late. I didn't mean to wake-" the fragility of her quiet voice and her subtle sniffles alarmed him immediately. 

She couldn't finish her sentence before he stepped out of the RV and wrapped his strong tattooed arms around her small waist, lifting her off the ground. He holds her as close as possible, with her chin resting on his bare shoulder. 

Clementine's lip quivers and her tired eyes well up with fresh tears. She clings on to his shoulders and lets out small cries. 

The tall man takes her inside and locks the door behind them, then taking her backpack off and setting it on the kitchen counter. The RV was a hell of a lot warmer than outside and the lighting of the cabin was homely. He sits down on the small table booth in the middle of the RV, opposite the door. Sitting her on his lap, he widens his eyes when she straddles him and wraps her arms around his neck. However, he wasn't about to move her. Instead, he slowly runs a hand along her back and the other holds her waist.

"Calm down, Clem. It's okay, I'm here," Bruiser whispers, gently shooshing her. 

The brunette nestles her face into his warm tattooed neck and smells his familiar cologne, which steadily silenced her cries and halted her tears. 

"What happened? Was it Mason? Did he hurt you?" he places a large inked hand on the back of her head and carefully takes it away from his neck so he could see her face. When their eyes met, she could see the worry in his. 

Clementine's swamped mind traced back to the video, triggering a tear to roll down her cheek and she bites her swollen lip. 

Bruiser gently strokes the back of her head, "Don't get tears all over that pretty face."

"Louis cheated on me," she whispers. 

Those words felt like poison on her tongue, they were words that she never thought she would say. It broke her heart all over again to say.