Chapter Seventeen

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Hi guys, the start of this chapter is what happened whilst Luke was with Liz, he has his own side to the story. If you thought the last chapter was sad. You guys wait, we are just getting started!
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Calum's POV:

Well, I woke up to a painful throbbing feeling in backside and a grinning Chuck. What the hell happened? I felt as though I had been beaten up. "W-what are you doing?!" I shot up as soon as I saw Chuck smile at me like that. "Oh morning!" He was shirtless in bed next to me. I started to feel my heart thump in my chest. "Did we um....please tell me we didn't?! Surely we didn't!?" I felt myself shake with fear, I was completely naked under the covers. Fucking hell I can't believe this had happened. My panicked state increased, surely nothing happened right? I remember him kissing me but I don't remember what happened after, I was far too drunk. Then I remembered, on top of my panicked state that I had broken up with Luke last night, i would be balling my eyes out with a feeling of pain and heartbreak if I wasn't so terrified about everything. Well I soon got my answer. "Yes we did! You make a great bottom." He simply said. Wait what?! I just be dreaming, having a nightmare more like. I quickly jumped out of bed as quickly as I could, struggling with walk with how shocked and panicky I was. "This can't be happening, did I even say yes?!" I started to worry about me giving consent to such a thing "fucking hell I have to- I have to get out of here!" I immediately pulled on my underwear and tried to get away. The thumping feeling in my chest increased. Jesus, I don't feel so good...I think...I think I'm having a panic attack! I then heard "yo calm down bro it's all Gucci" which didn't help my state. I tried to catch my breath as I forced myself to get dressed and remove myself from the situation as soon as possible, but I mentally gagged at what Chuck had just said. "Bro? Don't call me fucking bro after we had sex! Ugh! We had sex!" I couldn't even stomach the thought. "Why?! Why would you have sex with me?! Me?! You was calling me a faggot once you know!" Hyperventilated words escaped from my mouth. "Yes...yes we did. And I loved it...AF" he said casually, completely ignoring that I was very repulsed and distressed by the situation. How comforting. I threw on my shirt and my jeans were around my ankles as I grabbed my belongings and immediately tried to get out of the room, aggressively jiggling the door handle. "Fucking let me out!" I burst out crying. Chuck sighed and stood up as he opened the door gently. "Bro it's calm! Don't leave please.." he begged. I only cried more and turned around to face him. "You are NOT telling anyone about this! I never wanted this! I'm in love with Luke and no one else! You're a disgusting person Chuck, I thought you changed but you're clearly still a whore!" I ran out of the room with my phone and wallet in my hand and my jeans still halfway down my legs, I needed to leave. I ran away from him in the hallway and I heard him jog after me, I was trying so hard to get away from him. "Calum! Wait! Come back!" He caught up. My eyes began to prick with tears of fear. "F-fuck off!" I stuttered as I stumbled down the stairs, I managed to get my jeans buttoned up and I quickly sat on the step trying to put my shoes on. I needed to take a breathe. He won't hurt me, I've hurt him so many times before in the past and he's never fucked with me since. I won't let him start now.

He got downstairs and looked at me as I took a deep breath. "Calum wait, let's just talk about this. We were drunk okay!" Pfft like that made it better. At least I couldn't remember it happening, that's the last thing I need as a mental image. I was still trying to get over the fact that I let Chuck Evans, Chucker the Fucker, fuck me. How the fuck did my life get into this state in the first place? "But now I'm just another bitch on your list. Fuck knows what I have now, my arse fucking hurts" I throbbed and worried about the risk of STD's with Chucks track record. It was way worse than mine, even though throughout my life I've slept with 66 people, well...67 now. And only three of them are guys. Fucks sake. With the discomfort I was dealing with, I was starting to think things may have been more aggressive than I thought, because I never felt this way after Luke had his way with me. We were always so gentle with each other unless we wanted otherwise, and how look at me. I'm a disgrace, how am I even going to explain this to Luke when I see him? If I see him. I'm sure he had a great time with Meredith last night. "Oh come on Cal, you loved it! You wanted to forget about Luke and you did!" Chuck sat with me, causing me to Immediately stand up. I didn't want him anywhere near me. "Well considering it hurts to fucking walk, do you really think I fucking loved it? I haven't forgotten about Luke clearly, because I want to get to him and as far away from you as possible!" I exclaimed. Chuck scoffed "I mean yes? Do you even remember what happened last night?" He looked at me and smirked. Yuck. "No, and I don't think I want to remember. I feel fucking dirty." I confessed, not really the sort of thing to confess to him though. So nice one there, Cal. He looked at me like 😶 "Fine. I'm sorry Calum.." he sighed. Although part of me felt as though he wasn't sorry at all. "Can I just leave please?" I asked and checked that I had everything with me, clearly not my fucking dignity anymore. "Sure.." Chuck opened the front door to me. "I'm sorry Calum, I hope you can forgive me." He gave me a reassuring look. I stared at him and try to think of something to say, but it was hard to do so without feeling sick. So I just said one word before I left. "Cunt." Not the sort of thing I'd say, but now felt like the lost appropriate time to use it. I walked out of the room and just wanted this whole experience to be over with.

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