Misfits - Chapter 12 (Patreon)

I'm released from the hospital the next day. Cal of course is there to pick me up and take me away. The ride to his house is short as he does his usual speeding to get there. We pull into the driveway and Cal gets out of the car, walking around to my side and opening the door for me. He uses his hands to steady me as I step out of the car, and hold me up while we walk into the house.

It's colder now than it was that night. And I note that Cal wasn't wearing any gloves today. Even though the weather was cold.

Cal leads me straight to the bedroom, tucking me into the soft plush mattress I've come so accustomed to. He watches my face closely and he gently brushes my curls rom my face and continues to softly stroke my head.

"Stay with me," he murmurs.

"Please."

"Why.."

"Because then I know you'll be safe." He offers me a small smile and he pulls that lip ring in between his teeth as his smile grows.

"And I could really use the company. Your company." This earns a smile from me.

"You can't be serious," I say. How could he want me to actually live with him when he's known me for about 2 months. Cal was probably the most compulsive person I'd ever met. His eyes darken.

"I'm very serious."

"So you don't mind me sleeping in your bed every night, occupying your home?" I whisper.

"Not at all." His smile widens revealing his perfectly white teeth.

"I prefer it actually." He runs his tongue over his lips and leans in close to me, close enough that I can smell the familiar scent that always clings to him.

"One day, I'll be alongside you in that bed." My eyes widen but he immediately sits back away from me.

"But until then, I'll be in the guest room."

"Cal, you can stay in your own room. I don't mind taking the guest room," I say trying to sway his mind. He only shakes his head.

"You're already comfortable in here."

He stands from the bed and walks to the door.

"You hungry? I'll make us some lunch." I nod my head even though his back is to me and he's already out of the room. But I'm sure he didn't need me to tell him if I was hungry or not seeing as he knew me so well. When he leaves the room I decide to get out of bed.

I had been in bed for a week, I didn't feel like resting now. Cal's room was very nice and pristine. You wouldn't even think a person lived in here if it weren't for my presence in his bed. I walk towards the walk in closet he has, most of his clothing is dark or black. Go figure.

There was nothing in this room that gave me an insight of who Cal was. He may know everything about me, but I knew next to nothing about him. He was a mystery. A constant mystery I was trying to figure out. But each time I solved one question, the result was just more and more things that didn't make sense.

My eyes fall on his dresser, and I pull open the drawer, expecting to find it at least unorganized, but everything was in pristine condition. By the time I reach the back of the closet I was no closer to figuring this man out than I was the day I met him.

I step back in his room and he's still not back. So I decide to go looking for him. I'm about to round the corner when I hear him talking to someone. He sounds irritated.

"I know, but something came up and I had to improvise." He pauses as if listening.

"Look, I got it done ok? Just not the moment you asked me to but I still did it, I don't understand the problem."

"I know that. Yes. I know that. Look. I promise you, once I finish with him, you'll have all the answers you need."

"Ok. Yes of course I did I've been doing this a long time. in case you forgot. I'll have it to you by tonight. Yeah I swear."

I decide to take a step into the living area to see if he will try and change the direction of his conversation. If he were hiding something. He's standing behind the counter with the phone pressed to his ear. Once he sees me he smiles and winks at me.

"Look. I told you I would handle it didn't I?" He pauses.

"Alright then. Consider it handled. Ok." He pulls the phone away from his ear, hanging it up.

"Didn't want to lay in bed all day?" he asks. I only shake my head, trying to figure out what that conversation was about.

"Who was that?" I ask.

"My boss," he says simply.

"What did he want?" I ask. He stares me down for a moment, making me feel a little squeamish.

"I was supposed to do something for him the other day, and I'm a little late on delivering." I nod my head, a small smile crossing my features that he hadn't lied to me.

"Still hungry?" I shake my head vigorously and he laughs, walking towards the kitchen.

After we eat, Callum makes me take my medicine which causes me to become extremely drowsy, and I immediately go to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, my bladder needing to be relieved. I exit Cal's room in search of the bathroom when I hear voices coming from the living room. The light from the living room is illuminating the hallway.

"Yes. I broke my way in." I hear Cal's voice. But I don't think he's on the phone this time.

"I don't get why you are here trying to question me. Those men were going to rape her. After they and her father beat her almost to death, and burned the hell out of her skin. I saved her. I saved her life. But I'm the bad guy?"

"Now, no ones saying you're the bad guy. It's just precaution for cases like this." I immediately recognize officer Bryans voice.

"I want him behind bars as much as you do-"

"I don't want him behind bars. I want him dead," Cal interrupts, his voice sending chills down my spine. Officer Bryan clears his throat uncomfortably.

"The problem is that he's trying to bring his own charges up against you. I can't help you if I don't know what exactly happened."

I hear Cal laughing.

"You think this is funny? You broke his arm as well as his leg. And you crushed his friends nose, and almost made him,well, not a man anymore."

"Yeah, I would've broken his neck too if his daughter didn't ask me not to." Cal says cockily.

"Callum, listen-"

"No, you listen. If that man walks free, he won't be walking long. And that's a promise." Cal's voice is deadly serious.

"So you better warn him about who I am, before he makes the biggest mistake of his life."

The room is silent and I can't believe that officer Bryan is letting Cal talk to him that way.

"Ok." Is all he says. I go ahead and step across the light of the hallway, heading straight for the bathroom. I try not to dwell on whatever was said. I try not to overthink what Cal said, but his words kept bothering me.

"Better warn him about who I am."

That just added to the question that was nagging at me. Just who exactly was Cal?