Colette Smith (P.O.V.)
As I ended the conversation with Callum’s mother, I got off the bed to go into the kitchen to fix myself something to drink. It was rather hot today and I felt irritated because of it. I did not have air condition in my room, just a lonesome fan that is only good enough to circulate the hot air around the room. I turned the doorknob on my bedroom door and unlocked it. When I exited the room and passed by the bathroom, I swore I could hear Callum talking inside there.
I stopped to investigate my suspicions. I pressed my ear against the door in an attempt to try to pick up any noises inside of the bathroom. I know I could just simply open the door and go into the bathroom without knocking first as to catch him by surprise, but I decided against it. Usually when something bothered me, or I had my suspicions about something and I bring this to Callum’s attention, I always felt like he would gaslight me and in turn in the end I would feel worse about myself than before and so in these instances, I simply do not say anything.
When I feel like something is going on behind my back, I either try to bury my emotions and get over it if I felt like there is nothing, I could do about it; or I would simply conduct an investigation, myself. If I were to find solid evidence of any wrongdoings where I know I could easily call Callum out on his lies. The more I begin to know Callum, the more I learn that he lies a lot. He would lie unprovoked every time I would ask him about something. In the beginning, I assumed he would lie about certain things because maybe he assumed I would get upset at him for it but he should know by now that lying to me and hiding things makes the situation way worse.
I made some juice when I got to the kitchen and returned to the bedroom. As I sat on my bed I pondered on what I should do. I know if I do not say something about how I feel, I would overthink the worse possible scenarios, but I do ask, Callum would become very defensive as he always is and that might just cause an argument. I really did not want to start an argument on a day as joyous as this one. I could only pray and hope, that now that I am pregnant, Callum would stop with his old habits and take into consideration that he has a baby on the way. I kept using that as an excuse in my head to make me feel better, but the truth is, it terrified me.
What if Callum and I were to end our relationship and then I had to raise our child by myself? I do not want to be a single mother. That responsibility would be too much for me to handle on my own. I do not have a family of my own to turn to for support and with my current mental health condition, I feel like it would be more than draining to me. I was beginning to get ahead of myself, and it was really getting to me at this point.
I felt anxious and my heart was palpitating. As soon as Callum got out of the shower, I approached him as he walked through the door. Just thinking about the situation and asking him about things makes me so nervous that I get a stomach ache. I felt butterflies in my belly, and I wanted to throw up. Any feeling I had of hunger before was gone completely.
“I want to ask you something, but I am scared,” I said to him as I looked everywhere around the room but at him.
I did not want to make eye contact at all. I was so anxious about doing this.
“Why would you be scared?” Callum inquired and chuckled.
He looked guilty…I just know it and I am not being crazy.
“I am scared because whenever I approach you about something that is bothering me, you usually get upset and I do not want to fight with you.”
Usually, when these conversations occurred, I had to approach them with much caution. Due to the fact that Callum gets defensive quite easily when I am inquiring about something, I only got one or two questions to ask before he gets frustrated and yells at me for asking him things.
“Just ask me anything.”
Another thing about Callum is that he offers no kind of reassurance when I express signs of insecurities. With him, if he told me that I looked pretty a month ago then that should be enough to let me know that he thinks I am pretty. If I were to explain to him that he had to tell me these things often, he would automatically assume I was asking for too much and tell me I was ungrateful for the bare minimum that he did.
“Were you on the phone…like talking to someone on the phone while you were in the bathroom? I was on my way to the kitchen when I heard something.” I said and watch Callum closely for any signs to indicate that I had caught him off guard.
“No. You probably heard a game or something. Or whenever I would say something about the game to myself.” He explained and I nodded.
Deep down I knew it was not the truth, but I had no solid evidence unless I checked his call log which of course is not crucial evidence because it could be tampered with easily.
I guess this is just another one of those instances that I will have to force myself to forget about.
“Okay. I just thought I would ask because I started to overthink, and I really wanted to get it off my chest.”
“I hear you.”
Suddenly there was a knock on my bedroom door.
“Colette?” I heard my mother call through the door.
I got up from the bed and opened the door slightly as Callum was right behind me in only a towel that barely did much to cover his semi-hardened member.
“Yeah?” I said as I poked my head through the small gap I made.
“There is someone outside waiting for you.” My mother said before she turned around and walked away.
Who could it be? I do not have any friends so I was beyond confused as to who would just randomly show up at my house.
I quickly made my way outside of the house to check who my mysterious visitor was. Upon checking, I groaned in annoyance.
Of course, it was her.
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Lisa Warden.I would not necessarily say she was my friend, but she always tried really hard to be my friend. She was consistent with her attempts and never took no for an answer. I always tried my best to avoid her, but unfortunately, we lived on the same street so she would often come over without an invitation or notice to hang out with me. Despite my numerous attempts to push her away, she never caught the hint, and she was under the impression that we were best friends.Lisa and I attended the same elementary school until we parted ways when we went on to attend different high schools. Lisa was always the outsider wherever she went. Everyone thought she was weird, including me. I was just never mean about it. When we were in elementary school, Lisa got bullied a lot because of her height. She
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)Before I could even escort Lisa inside of the house, she had already started talking my ear off about random stuff going on in her life. She started by complaining about her grandmother and the ill-treatment she is receiving. Then she hopped onto the topic of her financial struggles and now she is talking about her former boyfriend. She is supposedly considering getting back together with him because he has been begging to be with her again. However, despite telling me that this guy treated her really badly, would bully her, and make other girls make fun of her, her justification for giving him a fourth chance is that his d*ck is really big.On that tangent, she began to describe to me how big his shlong is, what it looked like, how good he was at using it, and how it lived up to the expectations of men with big feet. Whilst I tried to have an actual conversation with her this time, I could not get a word in because she was just
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)I watched as Colette left the room, leaving me alone with her boyfriend Callum. I have had a crush on him ever since I laid eyes on him. I never acted on my feelings because Colette is my best friend, and I would never do that to her. At times I could tell that she does not want me around and merely tolerates my presence because I force myself into her personal space. I appreciate her for tolerating me, to say the least. I am a very social person which meant that I had a lot of friends, but they were the type of friends to only be around when things are going well.Whenever I would post on social media about being suicidal or frustrated, Colette would be the only one to message me to make sure I was okay or at least find out what was going on so she could offer some advice. I understand her more than anyone ever could. We were both mentally ill and I think that is where we find common ground to understand each other.Colette
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)In my head, I imagined Callum coming home to me after work to a table full of food. Colette does not cook full meals for him, and I bet if I were to cook for him, he would be so much happier. I imagine him eating all of the food and as I cleared the table, he walks up behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.F*ck this. I feel like I am becoming even more sexually frustrated. I needed to find a way to release all of this energy.I know what I should do.I flushed the toilet to keep up the impression that I was actually using it and I exited the bathroom.“Let us go to the club! I want to get wasted!” I exclaimed as I entered the room.Both Colette and Callum exchanged looks before they looked at me.“I do not feel like going out tonight, but you guys can if you want,” Colette said looking defeated as she laid back onto the bed.Me, go out alone with Callum? Could I
Colette Smith (P.O.V.)"I want us naked; I want you wrapped around me, and I want this to last all night," I said in an almost desperate tone of voice.I am almost breathless as he ran his hand down my side and back up to capture my breast. His thumb grazes my nipple, and I feel the rumble in your chest when you feel it pebble under your touch."Hmmm, do you think you are ready for all that?" Callum asked, his voice is deep and sounds so sexy right now.He snaked his tongue out of his mouth and began playing around my lips."Let us see, sweet girl if you want me as bad as you say."Moving to the side, Callum’s hand moves up my leg and grips my knee, pushing it up and out. His fingers trail along my thigh and he grazes his knuckles across my satin-covered pu**y."Hot...check." Callum whisper against my cheek.His fingers travel under the lace hem."Soft...check."His lips are against my neck,
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)Callum and I got into the car; I was not certain if it was me alone that felt like this, but I felt like the tension in the air was rather sexual. Every time I looked at him, all I could think about was riding him and doing all sorts of sexual things to him. I desperately needed to get laid tonight or else I will end up doing something that I would really regret after it is done, and it is too late.Callum drove out of the garage, and I immediately put on some music to fill the silence in the car. I, unfortunately, did not have any alcohol so that we could pregame, so I was stuck in the car, with my crush, who is also my best friend’s boyfriend, and I was sober with really bad thoughts.“You okay over there? What is on your mind?” Callum asked me and I thought about it for a second.Right here at this moment, I wanted to confess my feelings but to what purpose? It is not like he would leave Colette f
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)“Yes, but I bet you already knew that. Look at your body. It is amazing.” Callum continued.I felt guilty for encouraging a conversation like this but the more I thought about it, the more I felt good about myself like it fed my God complex. In comparison with Colette, I did have a better body than hers. Regardless of my height, I had really big breasts while she was almost flat-chested. My ass is voluptuous while hers is small. She is petite with a small frame of five feet four inches. She often complained about her lack of assets, but I always encouraged her to love the way her body currently is, because it made me feel good while I stood next to her, and all the guys would catcall me and not her.“Let us get some alcohol going in our system. Tonight is a night to let loose and have fun!” I screamed as we all rushed over to the bar to order our drinks. I knew that Callum would volunteer to pay for o
Lisa Warden (P.O.V.)“Well, that is fine by me.”We stumbled over the icy streets back to his place, barely speaking the whole time. Callum was really too drunk to drive so we left his car in the parking lot of the club. I felt bad for Emma, and now I was feeling bad for Callum that he came out tonight to celebrate with me and to de-stressing but now everything had come to an abrupt end, and it is just depressing.We got back to his place and took off our coats. I felt a little awkward being here alone with him without Colette being present. Due to her absence, I automatically felt as though I was doing something wrong. I tried to shake it off, but I could not. We called her on the way over here because we both knew she would be awake, waiting for him to come home. When we told her we would not be coming home