Falling For My Stepbrother || Cake

Finding Things

Luke's POV

After last night I sat on the boardwalk alone replaying what happened over and over thinking what u did wrong to make him runaway.

Was it me?

Am I gross?

Am I repulsive?

I had to walk home alone since he took the car so needless to say that it wasn't an ideal night.

I'm lying in my bed now staring at the ceiling just thinking.

I have no idea where Calum is he didn't come home last night and still isn't home and honestly I don't want to see him.

I don't understand him. Whenever I feel as if I'm going somewhere with him and know who he is he stops and pushes away so I can never figure anything out.

Maybe if I do a little snooping in his room maybe I will find something so I got up and walked into his room.

His bed was still made since it hasn't been slept in and his room always smelt like apples and cinnamon which was a weird combination but it smelt so good.

I looked around his room for something but all I found were random papers with nothing on them and notebooks for school.

His room was neat which was surprising since I figured he'd be a messy person.

His closet was open a little so I peaked in revealing his clothes neatly hung up and what looked liked to be color coordinated.

There was a small little wooden box on the floor so I picked it up thinking there has to be something in there.

I brought it to me and opened it up.

Cal's POV

I'm such an idiot.

Why do I always get into these situations and then fuck them up?

I can't do anything right I swear.

I know u shouldn't have kissed Luke but I wanted it so bad, I've been wanting it for a while and when he leaned into me I couldn't control myself.

I felt bad for leaving him all alone but I needed to get out of there. I needed to be by myself and rethink everything.

I ended up going home and going into my closet to get my wooden box.

The box that has taunted me for years, sitting there as a reminder for all those times I was weak.

All the times I hated everything, the world, people, my family, myslef.

All the times I fucked things up.

Like now.

I took out my blades and held them, held it in the palm of my hands. Remembering all those times I let other people rule me and cause me pain.

It acted as a way to forget and take my mind off who I was, who I am.

I realize now that I can't run from myself, I can't deny the fact that I am who I am.

I got up and ran to my car starting it up.

I need to get home.

I need to talk to luke and tell him how I feel, tell him what I should have told him last night.

Luke's POV

I couldn't believe what was in that box.

Blades.

Tons and tons of blades and lighters.

Was, was Calum cutting?

Oh God please tell me it's not true.

But I've never seen any cuts on his arms or wrists. Maybe he did it somewhere else.

I sat there on his bed in total shock.

Tears spillingout of me.

This is unbelievable.

I heard the door downstairs open and close and loud steps coming upstairs.

'Luke! Luke! I need to talk to you.' Calum said coming up the stairs.

'Luke oh there yo-' He started but stopped when he saw me on his bed, his box open beside me.

'Luke what are you doing?' He asked.

'Please tell me this isn't true.' I pleaded taking the box and showing.

'Wait okay now let me explain.' He said.

'Calum.' I simply said upset and a little hurt.

'Luke just let me explain. Okay yes I did use to cut but that was five years ago when my life was shit and I couldn't deal with everything. It was around the time when my dad died and I um I didn't want face the fact of who I really was.' He said tears forming in his eyes as he looked away from.

'You can tell me Cal I'm here for you.' I encouraged him.

'Okay.' He said as he took a deep breath and started.

-Okay soo Hey

You're gonna finally find out what's up with Calum

I might update again idk we'll see lol

P.s. Idk if any of you like Taylor Swift but I'm SERIOUSLY obsessed with her new album 1989 it's SO good but anyway

Love you