I heard his grunting and heavy breathing leave the room. I decided to lift the lid and look around. I couldn't see him or the boys. The door slammed and that's when I knew that the monster had gone. I ran downstairs and the boys were all lying on the floor. Calum's eyes were shut. I ran over to him. "Cal. Baby. Wake up!" I whispered into his ear. His eyes shot open and he whined when he sat up. His lip was split, his cheek was red and bruised and there was a cut above his eyebrow. And that was just his face. He looked at me with his big brown eyes.
"If you think this is bad, you should have seen what I did to your Dad!" He giggled as I laughed with him.
"Oh baby, what have I done?" I asked him as tears slid down my cheeks. He placed one of his arms around my back and placed his other hand on my cheek and wiped away my tears.
"This was my choice. I wanted you to be safe. I could of left you when you ran away crying, but I didn't because I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I know that sounds really cheesy but it's true. I love you. And her." He said as he rubbed my stomach. I couldn't believe how sweet someone could be when I dragged them into all my shit. I grabbed two ice packs and placed one on Cal's cheek and one on his bloody knuckles. He groaned when the cold surface touched his skin. He smiled at me when I went over to see Mikey. He was pretty beat up but nothing compared to Cal. I rubbed my thumbs over his busted knuckles. He whined.
"You know I love you, don't you?" I asked him. He just smiled.
"Of course I do Becca. I love you too." He said and he grunted as he gave me a small hug. I gave him two ice packs as well for him to put on his cuts and bruises. I went over to Ashton.
"Oh Ash. Look what's happened to you!" I told him.
"Becca, this is nothing. We love you but you can't carry on blaming yourself for all the bad things in life. It's not your fault your Dad is a fucking psychopath, it's not your fault that you're broken and this isn't your fault at all. We will stick by you through thick and thin." He said with a smile.
"I can't help it. I panic too much and the way my life has planned out, it has always been my fault." I cried.
"This will never be your fault. You're our girl, Becca. No one else's. We love you too much to see you beating yourself down again and again." Luke said.
"I love you too. I only beat myself up because I don't deserve any of you. You are my life and I'd be well underground if I never had met you. I have never felt so lucky in life, until you took me in. This little girl wouldn't be alive without you. I do try to make you proud, I really do. All I seem to do is mess your lives up, I need to leave." I said as my breathing started to get heavy. I ran upstairs and began to pack. I heard footsteps come from the kitchen and into the bedroom. I knew they wouldn't let me leave, so I just fell down and bawled my eyes out. Calum came in.
"Oh Becca, what are we going to do with you, eh? I love you to infinity and beyond, don't you understand that? Our baby girl is will be born in a week, she can't live without a Dad or three Uncles. She needs us. We need you. You cook, clean and overall just make our lives better. It's not just that, you make us laugh and smile just by being your goofy self. Do you not get how special that is? I've met other girls before and none of them compare to you." He told me. He started to cry as well.
"See, this is what I mean. All I do is make you cry. All these tears kill me inside. Maybe Justine would be better off without me." I whispered. Calum wiped his eyes with his sleeve and then wiped mine with his thumbs.
"I cry when you cry. You are my other half. I can't live without you. The boys couldn't live without you. I was having a really bad day when I met you. I was cutting every inch of my body, having suicidal thoughts and my gun was in my desk drawer. When I met you, I threw out my razors and my gun. Do you know what I mean when I say you saved me? You really did! My days are better, my nights are even better then them! You need to trust me when I say I need you. You are my whole world, you think that you'd be underground! So would I! Will you stop beating yourself up now?" He cried. I dried up my tears and then his.
"I just noticed, you were meant to be on tour." I whispered.
"I wasn't going to leave my suicidal, pregnant fiancee at home was I?" He smiled. "I do love you. We can go on the tour tomorrow, we have it all sorted." He smiled which made me smile too.
"I would like that. Can I sleep in your bed please?" I asked.
"I wouldn't have it any other way!" He smiled. He picked me up off the floor and kissed me multiple times on my lips and cheeks.
"This is going to be good. No more funny business. I love you Cal!" I whispered in his ear.