Ru knew the world was cruel; she learned that the hard way. She thought that she was the only one, but when she met Luke Hemmings and then Calum Hood, everything changed.


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Chapter 27


Month 17. Day 25


Calum and I are sitting in the back of Mali’s old pick-up truck. Calum decided to give it to me since I don’t have a car. It’s a blue and white 1990 Ford, but the colors are faded and it’s very rusty. But I love it. Calum said it was just sitting in his parent’s driveway rusting away and that when he mentioned it to them, they told him to give it to me.


Anywho, we’ve made a bed of pillows and blankets in the bed of the truck and we’re cuddled up together, looking at the stars. I mean, we’re just in our driveway, but it’s still super romantic.


I’m having an off day: I had a nightmare last night about the abduction and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been fidgety all day and usually Luke calms me down, but he’s still not talking to me since our fight.


I’m staring at the stars when Calum nudges me. “Babe, you ok?” I jump slightly, looking up at him.


“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just thinking.”


He kisses my head and hugs me tighter. “Want to talk about it?”


I take a breath, about to shut the idea down, but I change my mind. “Actually, yeah.” His eyes meet mine and I can tell that he’s surprised.




I nod and sit up, separating myself from him. He looks at me, confused, but I just shake my head. I wrap my arms around my legs after pulling my knees to my chest. “Remember when I told you that I would tell you what happened to me one day?” He nods. “So, I’m going to tell you now because I dreamt about it last night and it has me shaken up.”


I take a deep breath and run my hand through my hair. “I was in therapy because I was abducted about a year and a half ago. The guy kept me in his basement for fourteen days. Raped me every single day. And then he just let me go.” I keep the story short because if I start going into detail, I’ll start to hyperventilate.


“Do you know who he was?”


I shake my head. “No. I don’t even know why he did it.”


“Did you ever go to the police?”


Again, I shake my head.


“Why not?”


“I didn’t have proof. I didn’t want to talk about it. I didn’t want there to be an investigation. So I let my mom believe that I just ran away and left it at that.”


“Does she know? Because she didn’t seem very sympathetic…”


“No, she doesn’t know. She still thinks I ran away. She still thinks I had a temper tantrum and stayed with a friend for two weeks.”


“She didn’t report you missing?”


I laugh bitterly, running my hand through my hair. “My mother was too absorbed with her own life to notice that her daughter was missing. She didn’t even call any of my friends to see if I was over there. She was too worried about throwing my dad out of the house.”


“And your dad didn’t report it?”


I sigh. “No, my mom kicked him out the day it happened. They told me they were getting a divorce, I went for a walk to process everything, and I was abducted.” I can feel my eyes start to water and I blink back the tears, not wanting to show this side of me to Calum.


“Hey,” he whispers, reaching over and gently grabbing my waist. “Ru, don’t cry. It’s okay.” He lifts me up and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. “Baby, it’s okay now.” He kisses my neck softly, holding me firmly and tightly in his arms. “The guy can’t hurt you anymore.”


I wrap my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. “I hate having dreams about it. It makes me feel so vulnerable all day.” He runs his fingers through my hair.


“Why didn’t you tell me this morning?” He asks quietly.


“Usually Luke cheers me up… Usually he can tell when I’m having an off day…” I sniff. “But he’s not talking to me and I didn’t know what to do.”


“You can always talk to me, Ru.” He says and cups my face in his hand. I look at him and he pecks my lips softly. “I will always be here for you. Okay?” I nod and he wipes the tears off of my cheeks. “Let me take your mind off of it.”


His movements are gentle as he lays me down on the blankets and hovers over me. His fingers make their way through my hair, untangling any knots that get in his way. His lips land on mine once, twice, three times, before they touch, just barely, to my forehead. I watch his eyes as they land on my lips.


“What are you waiting for?” I whisper and he smiles, leaning down and connecting our lips once again.

After a year in therapy, I think I’m falling in love….

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