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Later through the day, Christian called for a meeting. A pit consumed not only my stomach but my mind. Every breath felt heavy and I could see the grey clouds approaching as I sat hand in hand with Calvin.
'Ryder found out.' Christian begins saying, and murmurs of shock and denial spread across the table, 'He cleaned the place before they got there.'
'What the fuck?' Calvin says, looking at me for confirmation, and I give a small nod, 'The mother fucking douche!' He slams his fist into the desk.
'Cal... It's okay...' I grab hold of his tense arm, which relaxes after looking at me, he sees the sorrow on my face. Little does he know, it's not sorrow for not finding the documents because I still had the documents, but my sorrow was something much worse...
The rest of the conversation is a blur. All I can focus on is my bitten nails, and the pain in my heart.
'Cal, can we sleep?' I plead.
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I lay beside him, our bodies moulded into one, his arm around my waist. I wait for him to fall asleep, before tears fall from my eyes, I'm ashamed of the crying mess I've become, but I can't help it...
He turns my head to face his.
'Why are you crying sweetheart?' He says, wiping them, 'I promise you, I'll will find those documents if it's the last thing I do...' His voice is sleepy and husky.
fuck, i love you
This realisation brings another torrent of sorrow and I bury my head in his chest, taking in his smell. This feels like the endgame, the last two days...
I don't know when, but at some point Calvin Kingsley became my everything, my other half, my forbidden love.
'I saw her, you know?' I croak.
'Who sweetheart?'
'My mother, when- when I was at Millwards, she was dressed in white, it was so peaceful, she was so real, she was so fucking real.' I sniff and he pulls me in tighter, stroking my hair, 'I thought I was going to die, then I saw her, she said it wasn't, it wasn't time, and I couldn't-'
'You couldn't what?'
i couldn't leave you
'I couldn't stay..'
'Sleep sweetheart, I'm here...'
My eyelids become heavy and the world turns black..
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I yawn, opening my eyes, taking in the morning tranquility, as I lay in Calvin's arms. He's asleep for once...
His scruffy hair ruffles across his face, his bare skin glistens, as the ink on his arm highlights his muscles... and scars. I watch his breathing for a while, his heart beats in rhythm with mine, and once my mind sets in,
one day
consumes my thoughts...
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I tiptoe out of bed allowing him to sleep. Checking my phone I see a message from Sperm Donor...
need to talk asap, in office.
Sent 10 minutes ago.
Taking one more glance at Calvin, I make my way to the office once again...
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'Blair, please sit.' Christian guides me to the chair, in the room there are also a woman and man, and... Theo?
I give a small smile to Theo, who unusually seems to be glowing.
why the fuck are they here? who the fuck are they?
'We are both aware of recent events,' Christian proceeds, 'Heinemann is not only dangerous for Alex but also you, as he will not think to use you, your loved ones, for revenge, not to even mention Ryder.' My stomach twists and turns.
'We need support, an alliance... and in our world, the way that is done... is through, marriage as soon as you're eighteen...'
His words knock the air out of my lungs, as I lick my lips, searching his face for any clues to this being a joke, but there was none there...
I could be selfish, I could run away, I could take Calvin and go far away from here, never to be seen again. Happily ever after.
Alexander would go to prison, he-
I shudder at the thought at what would happen to him. I can't just leave...
'Who?' I barely manage to croak...
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Calvin tries to talk to me, I ignore him, he'd left a note saying he had to leave, turning off my phone, I throw it away. I walk into my room in a dazed state.
I sit on the bed, the bed that Calvin was lying on, a couple of hours ago, the bed where I realised, I had fallen in love with him.
On my desk say the B + C bracelet, he'd left it for me. In my drawer, his shirts, that I could sleep in and take his scent.
Everywhere was him. I was drowning in him, every breath I took was with him.
A scream tore from my throat, I grabbed the photos on my wall and smashed them on the floor. I pushed the contents on my desk to the floor, as glass smashed beside me, my hand reached out to the mirror, tears pouring down my cheeks.
I went to my drawer, pulling out his clothes, I tore them apart, then turned once more.
I saw my deformed reflection in the shattered mirror, my eyes red, my hair messy, my skin sickly pale...
I turned to my bed, if I look carefully, I could see an indent of where Calvin laid. I climb over to his spot, hugging the pillow, and breathing in his smell.
