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g w e n:

I sat across from Calum in a booth at a breakfast diner, holding onto a glass mug with shaky hands. I stared at the tea and milk mixture before me, my mind reverting back to the night before. I never felt so much fear in my life than in the moment did I come face to face with Fiora. He was like a grenade the way he held himself; he was oddly calm, just ticking away till he combusted. I never wanted to see Fiora ever again; I never wanted to feel his presence because it was a presence made of pure evil.

"Baby," Calum's voice was soft and the way he called me baby gave me butterflies in the pit of my stomach. He reached over, grabbing one of my hands and held it in his. "Please talk to me. You haven't said a word since we got home last night."

I shrugged. There was nothing to say, really. I was scared but I was also itching to know more.

"Will you tell me more?" I asked, looking up from the hot liquid.

"What more is there to tell you? You kinda figured it all out last night. You know the type of business I'm in," he stated.

"Can you at least tell me why you're in it?" I questioned. "I've seen where you live Cal, it's not like you need the money."

"We live like we do because I have the money," he snapped suddenly. He took his hand away from mine, slumping in his seat with a huff. "Look, my dad was a dick; useless, a coward and did nothing but make my mum's life a living hell."

"Where's your dad now," I questioned. I was curious and I could tell it was a touchy subject for him but Calum owed me some kind of truth.

"He's dead," Calum declared and I saw no remorse in him. His face was hardened, showing no emotion as the words escaped his lips.

"I'm sorry to hear--"

"Don't be," he interrupted sternly. "Like I said, he was a dick. He cheated on my mum with dirty whores. He'd come on drunk as fück and hit her. He'd hit my sister too until she ran away to Uni. He ended up catching something from one of the whores. Then one day he just died from it."

"That's terrible. Your mom's lovely and I hate to think that she was battered by your dad," I expressed. "So you got into the business to save your family?"

Calum nodded, "we had nothing. Now we have everything. My mum's safe, my sister is in school..."

"But what about you?"

"What about me? I'm fine,"

"Are you happy? You saved your mom and sister but all that's left is you. What are you going to do that's going to make you happy?" I asked him. I only now realized that even though Calum had the tendency to do whatever the heck he wanted to do, I wasn't exactly sure if it put a smile on his face.

"You know what's going to make me happy, Gwen?" Calum stood up from the cushioned booth and I watched in curiosity as he rounded the table and sat right next to me. "This," he cupped my cheeks in his hands and pressed his forehead against mine, "is going to make me happy," his lips ghosted mine and his warm, cigarette and peppermint breath fanned against my skin.

"C-Cal-Calum," I stammered, flustered at his touch and the close proximity of his lips to mine.

"You," he whispered, his lips grazing mine slightly I wanted to melt into a puddle, "everything about you; your altruism, your power to see the good in people, even the way you don't fücking curse is enough to make me smile. You make me happy and it drives me up a fücking wall."

My stomach plummeted faster than I had time to let the words sink in. My heart was pounding against my chest and I couldn't breathe. Calum was making me feel things I didn't even think was at all possible. Even with past boyfriends, I never felt such an intense, heart-clenching feeling in me before. Not until Calum, and it scared me.