Misfits - Chapter 20 (Patreon)

I walked to the front of the room, turning in my final exam. My professor looks up as I set the packet down on the desk and offers me a light smile I returned his smile.

“It was a pleasure having you this semester,” he whispers.

“Thank you, sir,” I say back. He nods his head and I leave the classroom stepping out into the cold afternoon air. The cold was biting at my nose, and freezing my fingers, but I know that this uncomfortable feeling wouldn’t last long. This semester was finally over and it was time for me to sit back and enjoy the break while it lasted. For once I would be able to enjoy a break. I had no abusive father to go home to. Just Cal

I round the corner, and Cal is waiting for me, leaning against the door of his car. He decided to pick me up in his G-Wagon. He’s focusing on his phone and I studied him. He had a cigarette in his mouth, his dark red hair falling in his face as his head is tilted down. The end of the cigarette lights up as he takes in a deep breath and a cloud of smoke exhales from his lips just as his eyes roll upwards. Once those burning Amber irises laying on me a cocky smile appears on his face.

He meets me before I can get closer to him, pulling me in for a nice smoldering kiss, and I forget that I’m freezing.

“I missed you.” He whispers. He’s watching me with such an intensity in his gaze. I feel as though something within him was off. I hadn’t seen him since the beginning of the week. For a little while, I didn’t mind it all that much. I needed to focus on my final studying. And him not being here was a huge distraction that I was glad I didn’t have. Something flashes behind his gaze.

“Did you miss me?” he asks. It comes out so low and flat, I almost mistake it for a statement.

“Of course I did,” I say. He finally smiles in response, and walks over to my side, opening the door for me to get in.

Silent is over us as Cal drives his usual 90 miles an hour. He seems distracted by something. I take notice of his hand, how tight it is on the steering wheel. And his other is resting underneath his chin, as he gazes out into nothing.

“Cal?” I say. He doesn’t respond to me though. He still gazes straight ahead.

“Cal.” I try again. Still nothing.

“Callum.” I reach over, lightly touching his arm. He jerks and stares at me. I flinch away from his gaze. It was as if he didn’t know who I was. After a moment of staring recognition appears and he gives me a cool smile.

“Yes, princess?” he says. I can’t tear my gaze away from him though. What the hell was that?

“Cal, I was calling your name. More than once.” He raises a pierced brow at me.

“Were you? I’m sorry. I was distracted," he says apologetically before turning his gaze back to the road.

“Are you ok?” I ask. He was acting strange.

“Of course why do you ask?” He keeps his gaze trained on the road as we speak.

“No reason,” I mumble sitting back in my seat. I guess silence is what we are going to go back to since he wanted to be secretive. I crossed my arms, feeling my irritation beginning to get at me. I was tired of being so secretive all the time.

We pull into his massive glass garage, and Cal turns the car off. I don’t wait for him. I open the door getting out and walk straight into the house. I even slammed the door for good measure. I hear him behind me, seconds later. His footsteps don’t sound happy.

“Is there something you want to talk about?” he asks. I feel tears of frustration and whip around to meet his gaze.

“Oh, now you want to talk?” I notice his gaze narrow slightly at me.

“You hardly ever talk to me, Cal! I’m tired of being in the dark about everything. I’m tired of all the secrets. I’m tired of you telling me to trust you, and never giving me any indication of why should?” I mumble looking away. Cal leans Against the counter, glaring me down. After a moment he furrows his brow and I think he’s finally going to respond, but he doesn’t. He only walks past me, heading out of the living room.

I immediately follow the direction he’s going, and I find him in the bedroom, taking his jacket off as if we hadn’t just had a conversation and I hadn’t just poured my feelings out to him.

He pulls his phone out looking at the screen and begins changing.

“Cal,” I say. He ignores me.

“Cal, I know you hear me talking to you.” He stops what he’s doing, eyeing me. I can’t read him though. I have no idea what he’s feeling.

“I’m not doing this,” he says and goes back to putting everything on. He put his gloves on his hands and begins walking towards the door that I’m standing in. He stands in front of me, towering over my form, and stares me down, waiting on me to move, but I don’t. I Stand My Ground.

“Move.” His voice comes out like a whip. And I want to move. God knows I do. But I wasn’t letting him leave again.

“No,” I say. I try and meet his gaze, but I notice it getting darker and more sinister. And I look down, afraid to gaze at him.

“I... just want you to be honest with me,” I whisper. I feel Cal’s gloved finger on my cheek, and I look up at him. His gaze is impossible to read. His finger slipped in my Curls, and he grabs a fistful between his fingers, and squeezes tightly, causing me to Crane my neck at a strange angle.

I try and call myself down. He would never hurt me. But his whole demeanor right now told me otherwise. His eyes are fleeting back and forth across my face. He leans in slowly, and presses a light kiss to my throat, causing chills to break out across my body. He continues his feather-light kisses, and reaches my collarbone, lightly tracing his lips back and forth.

“Am I...not... honest...with you... already?” He speaks each word in between kisses. He lets go of my hair and uses his body to pin me against the wall. My heart is hammering. Cal’s gaze makes me feel as though I’m about to burst into flames. Out of my peripheral, I notice a blade. A switchblade. He slowly brings it up, close to my flesh. His gaze never wavering. Panic begins setting it on me.

“C-cal...,” I murmur.

“Shhhh...,” he whispers. I stare at him with wide eyes, trying to tell myself the same thing.

He would never hurt me. He would never hurt me.

“Rue...your heart is beating so fast,” he whispers. Now, fear was crawling up within me. He Used my name. He didn’t call me Princess. Whatever this was that was happening, was something that Cal kept locked away and for some reason today it was out.

I feel the cool blade drag down my throat, and once he reaches the fabric of my shirt he applies pressure. The fabric grows slack, until it’s in shreds at my feet. I try and move, but Cal’s strong body has me pinned against the wall.

“I said I missed you,” he murmurs as he kissed the tops of my breasts.

“That was honest.” His blade continues until it tears through the tops of my jeans, ripping through the fabric like a hot knife through butter.

He hoists me up, carrying my fear-ridden body to the bed, and dropping me on the light mattress. He comes kneeling over me, his fiery gaze roaming over my body.

He takes the blade, running it across his tongue lightly, and I can see the small trail of blood that wells to the surface. He grabs the blade by the metal and throws it hard across the room, the knife landing perfectly into the wall with a loud thud and sticking. Cal leans over me, licking a small Trail down my throat, and over my breasts. Even in my fearing State, my body still responds to him immediately.

His tongue continues its Trail down until he reaches the waistband of my underwear. I looked down at him, and register the light trail of blood that he left on my body from his time. He sees it too, and I could see the excitement that appears on his face. He raises up over me pulling his jacket and a shirt over his head. He brings his hand over his mouth and lifted his gaze leaving mine to stare at his palm checking for blood. There is none. He comes close to me, pressing the soft kiss on my cheek.

“I'm honest with you all the time, Rue.” His palm slides down my friend and under the waistband of my panties. His fingers slip between my already wet folds, and he growls his approval to find me already wet.

“I think, I’ve been pretty honest up to this point don’t you?” I can’t think with him playing with me like this. His experience fingers know exactly what to do to make me moan.

His fingers slipped inside of me and pleasure travels all the way up my body, and exits my mouth with a soft sigh. He begins moving his finger in and out of me in a faster rhythm.

“Answer me, Rue. Haven’t I been honest with you?” I shake my head, trying not to let pleasure cloud my better judgment. He chuckles, and I can feel his warmth as he leans closer, whispering in my ear.

“Now you’re the one that isn’t being honest.” He pushes another finger in me and I cry out.

“C’mon Rue. Haven’t I been honest with you?”

“I...” A loud moan escapes me. As that dull throb turns into a burning need, I know I’m about to have an orgasm. But before I can, Cal pulls his fingers away and I let out a frustrated growl. I open my eyes to see Cal positioning himself at my entrance. He has a smirk on his face. His eyes clouded with lust and control and something else. Something dangerous.

“You still haven’t answered me, Rue.” He begins rubbing his cocky back and forth across my entrance, sending small sparks of pleasure through my body. Then I feel his tip.

His hands come up, running through my Curls and squeezing hard to hold my head in place. I can’t avoid his gaze. He stares into my soul as he pushes, maddeningly slow inside of me. My loud groan fills the room as he fills me up, stretching me to fit him.

All the while he stares me down.

“Answer me, Rue,” he growls. I can’t think. I can only feel the pleasure, and I know what I have to do for him to give me what I want.

“Yes.” My admission stretches through the silence. Then Cal begins moving.

“Say it again,” he says

“Yes!” I gasped as he thrust hard jolting my body. I squeeze my eyes shut unable to keep his gaze any longer.

“Look at me, Rue,” he hisses. I open my eyes, and Cal is staring down at me. His pace speeds up and he thrusts in and out of me, causing more and more pleasure to build within me, pulling moans from my lips.

“If anyone were being dishonest in this relationship, it’s you.” One of his hands lets go of my hair, and he slowly pulls it around to cup my jaw, his thumb rubbing softly back and forth over my bottom lip.

“You lied to me about what was happening to you. You kept things from me.” He slows his pace, and gives me 3 hard thrusts once again, jarring me. He leans down, kissing me hard, and I can feel my body being lifted as he rolls us over so that I’m on top. Before I can say anything, he winds his hands through my hair pulling me down so that my lips meet his. And he begins thrusting into me, harder and harder with each passing second.

Out of nowhere, lightning strikes through my body, and a powerful orgasm is torn from me. I can feel my inner muscles clamp down on his pounding length over and over, and a loud scream escapes me. It fills the air.

“Oh fuck.” I hear Cal groan beneath me, and his cock gets harder and harder until I can feel the warm liquid spilling out inside of me. This new sensation reignited my dying orgasm to full swing, and I have another while Cal finishes inside of me. We roll over, and he pulls his now softening cock out of me, pressing a soft kiss to my temple.

My body feels so worn and weak. I vaguely register his fingers pushing my curly hair away from my face.

My eyes are heavy, while I try and stare at him. He’s just looking at me, with that expression. I feel his arms wrapping around me and he pulls me on top of his body. I rest my head against his chest listening to his heartbeat.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

After a long dragged-out silence, just when I almost fall asleep he speaks.

“You’ve got to stop asking these kinds of questions, Rue,” he murmurs. I don’t even think he meant for me to hear him. But I did.

* * * * *

I slowly open my eyes. I’m alone. The sun is high in the sky. I look around for any signs of Cal, but there is none. He’s gone. Once again. My eye catches an object on the nightstand. There’s a small box sitting atop it, and a note with Cal’s unmistakable handwriting.

“Take this as soon as you wake. I’ll be back.”
-Cal

I crumble the note throwing it across the room feeling frustration boil deep in my gut. Cal once again used sex to get out of being honest with me. I hated my body for betraying me when it came to him. He knew exactly what to do to make me scream for him.

I reach for the box, reading its content.

“Plan B Emergency Contraception”

Oh yeah. That’s right. Callum came inside of me. I tear open the box, follow the instructions, and get out of bed.

Thirty minutes later I stand in the kitchen with a cup of hot chocolate. The house was eerily silent. I look out the window to see the snow falling. I wish Cal had some kind of decorations in here. There was nothing that screamed Christmas. Not an ounce of red either. He only had black.

Something was bothering him yesterday. And whatever it was caused him to become someone entirely different. He wouldn’t tell me though once again. Not like I expected him to anyway. I was just tired of him lying.

I know I could just walk away, but I really was having strong emotions for Cal. I really liked him. Maybe even loved him. But I wouldn’t tell him that until he was honest with me. He’s shown me everything, but he still keeps things. An idea pops into my head. He wasn’t here.

I sprint into the bedroom, throwing on some warm clothes. And I run through the house, heading straight for the shed. Cal spent an awful lot of time in there, and he acted strange when he would find me near it. So I was going to check there first.

I open the door to the backyard, the cold snow blasting me in the face. I walk quickly to the shed, pushing open the door. It looks the same as last time. I look around and notice that Cal’s shelf is finished. I wonder what he’s using that for. I look on the walls and find nothing out of the ordinary. Something in the corner catches my eye. Sitting atop his workbench is a tiny mason jar, filled with a dark red liquid. I walked closer to it, inspecting it. The top is sealed so I couldn’t open it without him knowing since the top with pop up. On the front of the jar is a name written in Cal’s neat handwriting.

Robert

Who was Robert? And what did he have to do with the jar? What was in it that cow was given to him? I said it back down, looking around one last time. There was nothing in here. I know that if I looked in his Loft, everything would be locked. So I could look in his cars.

I stepped out of the shed into the cold, heading back into the house. It was still silent. I want down the stairs to the garage, and go to open the door, but it’s locked.

What?

I try again, but the door doesn’t move. I head back upstairs when suddenly a loud ring makes me jump out of my shoes. I look around and shop, grabbing my phone.

“Hello?”

“What are you doing princess?” Cal’s voice comes through the phone but he doesn’t sound happy at all.

“Nothing, I’m just sitting here,” I say his bitter laugh comes back through the phone.

“Why are you lying to me?”

“I’m not,” I say, not at all sounding convincing.

“Yes, you are. You getting into things you shouldn’t be?” he asks. His voice sounding senator

“No..”

“Stop lying!” he shouts.

“How am I supposed to fucking trust you when you blatantly lie to me?” he growls. I sit there in shock. From him shouting at me or the fact that he knew that I was lying, I don’t know. He lets out an irritated sigh.

“I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to shout.” I’m still silent.

“Princess...,” he says after the silence.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m coming home early and we’re going to have a talk.” He hangs up the phone before I can respond.