I wake up in Calum’s arms. It’s a new day. A day that decides our fate. The boyfriend is still asleep, so I decide to wake him up in the best way possible. Going on my knees, I take his length into my mouth. His eyes flash open and I smile around his cock.“Good morning to you too,” he whispers. I’m unable to reply because Calum pushes my head down to take him in. His smell floods my senses. The taste of him is all I know. I suck him into an almost orgasm and rise up to guide his penis inside my wetness. “Fuck.” “Yeah,” I murmur in the same husky tone. “That’s what I want you to do to me, Cal.” Calum flips me under him, and thrusts. The bed screams under our weight and the force of it all. He laces our fingers above my head, eyes locked on mine as he spills his seeds into me. “Good morning,” I mumble. Calum laughs. He rolls over and returns to clean me up. I jump on his back, both of us naked as we saunter to the bathroom for a warm bath. We make love there. On the sink. In the l
It hurts. My head hurts.I peel an eye open and shut it immediately at the intensity of light that floods my vision. Seconds later, I try again.There’s someone on the seat beside my bed. Someone that’s not Calum.Where’s my baby?Dad rouses. He rubs the back of his hand over his eyes and stretches. I glare at him. I hate him. He shakes off my stare and tries to touch my forehead. I swat his hand. The walls are white. The place smells of bleach and antiseptic. I must be in the hospital.“Why am I here?” I ask. My hand lifts to my head, and I feel the bandage wrapped around my skull. My memory comes up blank. “What happened? Where’s Cal?”“You fell and hit your head,” he says. Dad crosses his arms on my bed. He’s careful not to touch me, so I don’t scream. “Are you okay?”Okay? Is this a joke? I tilt my head to look him squ
I have no phone, no laptop, and no car. I have nothing that can give a clue where Calum is. I don’t even know what day of the week it is.I’m not living, I’m existing until the first person cracks. Dad is giving me the silent treatment. He’s upset. How can he be upset when all I did was fall in love?I sit up, tilt my head this way, then that way and blink. My vision clears. I stare at the window. That’s all I do.But Calum hasn’t shown up.The door jiggles. The knob twists. I don’t move. I don’t open the door. “Catherine,” Dad calls out from outside. “Cathy.” He pounds on the door. I flop on my back and stare at the ceiling. The pounding on the door increases, and I place a pillow on my face to drown the sound. “Catherine.”“Go away,” I whisper in a voice I’m certain doesn’t reach him. I want to be left alone.
Home is where Calum is, so I wait behind. Not in the hospital because I’m not wanted there, but outside in Dad’s car. My fingers strum the steering wheel, and my phone vibrates with texts and calls from Dad.I don’t pick. I can’t.I can’t tell him he’s right. That it’s just us now.Hours roll by as I sit in the car and wait with my stomach gnawing in hunger. I know when Dani leaves. I see her, and she sees me, but we don’t speak. An hour after she’s gone and I can’t endure the suspense anymore, I storm into the clinic. They cannot kick me out when I’ve done nothing wrong. Dad hit him, not me.Thankfully, another lady is on duty. My face is set behind a mask of indifference as I approach the counter. I cough into my palm. “Hi. I’m here for Calum Dissick.”“Gone,” she says without looking up at me.“I’m sorry, wha
My eyes flutter open. Two things are evident. One, I’m not in Dad’s arms. I’m on my bed. Two, I’m not alone. Is Calum here? He came for me? I blink rapidly, my vision clears, and the person on my bed smiles.“You came. You are here,” I tell her. Amelia is not Calum but she’s a welcome face. She nods, her hand reaches up to cup my cheek. I move in so we are almost touching. “You didn’t have to come, Amelia Greene”“I had to. It’s what he would have wanted. And you didn’t sound so good the last time.”Because I didn’t feel good. I tug her pillow towards me to share it with her. She stretches the corners of my lips till they move into a smile. Her brown eyes sparkle and I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.“Dad let you in?” I ask. Her reply is a small smile. “You guys are always setting me up.”“Because we
“It’s an old picture,” I tell Amelia.Those words must have gone into one ear and out the other, because she swipes on the newest picture on Calum’s Instaagram. She holds it to my face like it will make a difference. I roll my eyes and pick up my phone. My heart clenches a little as I open the folder containing our shared pictures.“Look,” I say, holding up my phone to show her this same picture. He’s in a plaid shirt with the buttons undone to reveal his chest. Amelia folds her legs and frowns. “It is an old picture. Well, not so old but yeah.”He sent them when I was preparing for the formal dance. It feels like days have passed since that happened but it’s not up to a month. I missed my graduation. I missed out on my two best friends leaving town. I mimic Amelia’s position on the bed and place a pillow between us. She tosses it to the side and draws close until our knees touch
I wake up with the strong urge to throw up. Amelia is gone so no one witnesses my rush to the bathroom. I feel like shit. It must be what I ate for dinner last night. Or maybe this is what heartbreak feels like. There are no tears left for me to shed as I rinse my mouth and splash some water to my face.Calum blocked me. He blocked his baby.I can’t get over it. I’m not sure I ever will. But the part of me that believes in us wants to give him another chance. I head back to my room with no sense of direction or purpose.What should I do?The laptop on my table stares morosely at me. I haven’t opened it in days. I grab my phone and walk to the table. My fingers run over my face so many times as I try to think up the best plan. I can’t sit here and wait.Instaagram is out of the question.What about TicToc?Heart beating in my throat, I open the app. Calum hasn’t un
“I don't love you anymore, Calum.” Calum’s shoulders slump and his arms drop to his sides. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but it is what it is. He needs to move on. “Since when?” he asks. His eyes are hopeful like Mace’s when he sees his feeding bottle. Since now. Since yesterday. Since he broke my heart. “Since when does it matter?” I say instead. * * * Months have passed without a word from Calum. Cathy is done with that phase of her life. But when she’s getting ready to move on, the man who broke her heart shows up. He has no idea what she’s talking about, but he knows he wants another chance with her. A chance at a new life where he gets to fulfil all the promises he made to her. But Cathy is done. Will Calum be able to change her mind, or has this ship permanently sailed? * * * * * Updates will resume: 24/10/2022 I saw a comment from a reader saying she’s tired of the one chapter/week update, and I’m assuming it’s a mistake. I