Chapter 67 WHEN THE WALLS FELL
~ Elara ~
I make it to the door handle, slightly opening it until Calvin’s hand slams the door closed. His arm traps me in my spot as I stand there, my breaths heavy. I look up at him, barely even able to make out his face from the dark.
Even in the dark I could tell how angry he looked
"I'm giving you five seconds to tell me who the fuck did this to you." Calvin orders, his mouth next to my ear. His deep voice sounded murderous as he moves his eyes down my face.
I don't think I've ever seen Calvin look this mad
I tried to put together something to say, anything, but I could feel my body crashing.
I could feel every emotion, every word, every touch from Andrew coming back to me in floods and I tried to hold it in, I really did try.
But that feeling came back again
That same feeling in my throat, the one where someone says a single word, a single sentence, and all of a sudden the dam I've built trying to control my tears suddenly crashes.
Everything, it just drowned me all at once.
That's what it felt like, and I could feel as the lump in my throat began to slowly stop hurting from holding back tears as I sobbed, as everything flooded out.
I felt my tears drown my face and I hated it. I hated that he was seeing me at my weakest. I hated that the people I wanted out of my life so badly always had to come back into it.
I cover my face, trying to wipe the storm that was releasing from my eyes.
It didn't help that his grey eyes had been looking at me, over every inch of my face.
They weren't angry this time though, or murderous.
For a moment it looked like he was worried, like he actually cared.
I'm about to tell Calvin to just leave until his hand moves behind my head, tangling into my hair as he pulls me into his chest.
My sobs could probably be heard throughout the empty halls as I cry into his chest, feeling safe in his arms.
I don't think I kept track of how long we sat in that hallway, how long I was crying for.
All I know is that the next morning I wasn't in my own bed and I had been dressed in a black t-shirt too big to be my own.
On top of that all of my injuries had been tended to and I had no blood dripping anywhere compared to last night.
I look around the room, coming to a realization that it had been Calvin’s .
Did he change me? Does that mean he...
I gasp when the sound of a door opening suddenly reaches my ears. I pull the covers over me as Calvin walks into the room, his hands bloody and his hair messy.
"Y...you're all bloody." I say, my eyes wide as I watch him look over at me before walking over to the bathroom.
"It's not my blood." Is all he says before the sink water turns on. His voice sounded emotionless, as always.
It's takes me a couple seconds to understand, but when I do I only get more confused.
" How did you find him?" I ask in shock.
Did he really kill Andrew? I didn't know if it made me a psychopath not feeling sad that he'd died.
All I felt was relief
Now Roger was my only problem.
It seemed like he'd forgotten about the money though, since he hadn't talked to me for a while.
Calvin suddenly throws my phone and my bag of money on the bed. I look down at the bag in shock, opening it up to see all my money still inside.
When did Calvin even take my phone? I figured he used it to find Andrew.
I clear my throat as I stand up, the t-shirt reaching my mid thighs as I walk over to where he had been standing by in the bathroom.
I could already feel the nerves rising in my stomach at the way he had looked me up and down.
Clearing my throat I look up at his taller frame."
Thank you for...helping me." I barely stumble out.
I would've been able to speak normally if he hadn't moved two steps closer to me.
The distance wasn't exactly helping me out.
My eyes widen when he easily pulls off his dark hoodie with one hand, revealing his tanned skin and toned abs.
" W...what do you think you're doing." I stutter, trying to keep my eyes focused on his face and not his perfect build
"Taking a shower." He says, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looks down at me.
"O...oh." I say, my back pushed against the counter to keep my distance farther from him.
"Are you going to leave or join me, angel?" He says deeply, trailing his eyes down my body only covered in his t-shirt.
I feel my face flush red before quickly shaking my head no. For some reason I stay in my spot though, nervously swallowing the lump in my throat as I look up at him.
Maybe it was the way he was looking down at me, or our close proximity, but whatever it was caused me to feel like I was on fire.
"I...I'm going to go now." I whisper under my breath, my fingers gripping the fabric of the t-shirt on me tightly as I try to calm my racing heart.
I shudder when his thumb moves to graze over the bruise under my eye before he nods his head.
"I'll see you later then." He replies deeply, still not moving from his spot either.
Why was he looking at me like that?
It takes all the strength in me to walk out of that bathroom and back to my own room.
The entire time I had been walking back to my room with my clothes in hand, still wearing his t-shirt, all I could think of is why it had been so tense in there.
Why I felt like I was burning next to him.
I didn't understand much of it
I look at the time on my phone, a sigh of relief leaving my mouth when I realize I still had an hour until work.
I fall back onto my bed, curling up into a ball as I bring up the collar of Calvin’s shirt to my nose. It smelled like his cologne.
I took my last hour before work to process what
Wayne said last night.
It all made sense. Their father looked scary enough to be a mafia leader, and the way Calvin acted made it all make more sense.
I figured Ace was mad last night because he hadn't even known about it either.
I wondered if that's what made Calvin act like how he was. No wonder why Wayne was normal, he wasn't involved in any of the mafia stuff.
Either way, I didn't want to bring it up at all in front of any of them. I didn't want to be involved in any of that illegal business.
I look at the bandages on my hands, a smile forming on my face at how badly it'd been wrapped.
No wonder why he asked me to clean his injuries.
I shake my head, feeling weird for thinking about Calvin of all people. I sigh as I get up and grab my uniform to change into before my shift.
Hopefully the weekend didn't drag on too long, especially since the birthday party was tomorrow.
I was assigned to serve food and drinks all night, which I was dreading. I'd have to see every face at school that already hated me enough.
On top of that I had no gift for Wayne or Calvin . Did I feel bad about that? Yes. Did I know what to get them? No, not at all.
Now that I had my money back, I didn't really have an excuse not to get them something. Plus, Wayne was the only person who had been nice to me at school.
Maybe I was too scared they wouldn't like any gift I give them.
I tighten my ponytail before walking out of my room to start work.