Nothing more, Nothing Less
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You are the Reason-Calum Scott
CHAPTER 14
CORINNE
I am sitting alone inside my studio in the middle of my own untouched canvass, instead of making some progress in my sculpture, I am looking at Blaze’s bloodstains that he left the other day we had s*x.
His blood was deep red, that if you looked at it closely you will mistake it to black.
“I will be going to investigate Gian Montgomery’s death.” Those exact same words were ringing inside my head non-stop, living in my head rent-free.
I should let him on where he’s willing to go with this. I am sure he killed Gian because he was so f*****g afraid of responsibility with just a commoner like her.
I know Blaze Mayhem’s kind.
They’re like a deadly insect that will suck out all your healthy blood on your body, and when they had enough, they’re fast to run away. As far away as they can.
My phone rings that made me jump as I watch his blood, that I think maybe if I removed my gaze on it, it will form into another Angry god in front of me.
It’s Diesel.
After a long day of dodging his calls and tried my best to stay away from him, I know I can’t. so, I answered.
“Hey.”
“Hi—” he breathes. “You busy or something?”
“No, just making my sculpture but I can’t get any job done as of now.” I chuckle awkwardly. This is the first time that Diesel and I became this socially awkward with each other, because we’re not.
But given what happened and what I figured out and what he figured out makes us like this.
Uncomfortable.
Like we didn’t know each other anymore.
I expect him to mad and disappointed at me for sleeping with his deranged cousin. But what he expects in me?
It’s like I didn’t even told him what I feel towards him, I didn’t even tell him what sets me off guard or hurt in some way?
He has no idea.
“You’re down for a few drinks tonight?”
I looked at my wrist watch it’s past seven o’ clock and I did take my Father’s permission that I will be home late tonight. I used the Annual exhibit card and he said yes instantly.
“Yep, sure. Where should I meet you?”
“Actually, I am outside your studio.”
“What?” I shriek as I open the studio pull-up doors and there he was standing in the middle of the dark alley while raining, his left hands holding an umbrella, the other is on a case of beer whilst his phone is in the middle of his shoulder and his ears.
He’s just wearing casual gray sweatpants and a white shirt that I think he was about to sleep and make his way here at my studio because he thinks of me.
How I wish that was the case.
I chuckle “You i***t. What if I am not here.”
He made his way inside and suddenly the awkwardness is gone as he took a sit on my couch.
He’s smiling so sweetly “I know you are.”
I was about to close the pull-up door when he stopped me “Leave it like that.”
“What? Why?”
“There’s no need to be afraid of what’s lurking outside, I am here.” He moves the couch facing the outside of my studio. “Let’s drink like this while watching the rain outside.”
He put his hands all over the couch comfortably. I chuckle “You forgot that we can also watch the rain at the top of my ceiling.” I pointed through my ceiling and chuckles, he watches the rain on top of it, engulfed by the view.
My ceiling is pure glass and steel that you can have an access to watch the sky from above. That’s one of the reasons why I loved this place.
He pats the space beside him “Come, let’s drink.”
I sat down next to him and we both started drinking casually.
The next few hours gone by without the both of us stopped talking, we just kept on talking, laughing and checking each other out from time to time.
“Die—” I start as we both lying heads up on my couch looking up at the dark sky from above.
Diesel were playing with my fingers as he kept on drinking at the same time.
The pull-up door is still open that makes the studio cold but surprisingly I feel warm. Because he’s here.
“Hmm?”
“If you’re into my sister, promise me you won’t hurt her.”
He sits up straight and cupped my face with of his hands and look at me intently “I—”
He was about to say something when he stopped “I won’t.”
I don’t know if his answer will make me relieved that he won’t hurt my sister, or hurt because when he said that he won’t it means he sees something in Carina that wasn’t just a playful lust.
I tried to mask the pain, I tried my very best not to cry in front of him.
He sighs and stood up, and made his way into my sculpture that gave me time to wipe away my hurtful tears.
“You only have five months left to finish this one.” He didn’t look at me, and I am thankful that he didn’t.
“Yeah.” My voice hoarse.
“What are you planning to do with the Annual exhibit this year?”
“This one.” I gave him my sketchpad and that’s his cue to sat down beside me again as he gathers my sketch and looked at it.
He chuckles “This reminds me of Blaze.”
“What?” that caught me off guard.
“Your sketch, that fallen angel. It reminds me of Blaze.” He smiled.
“What do you mean?”
He dodges the question by drinking his beer and lay on the couch again, and I did the same.
He sighs “This is my favorite place, you know, that don’t you?”
I smiled “Yeah. Mine too.”
“How I love the peace and calmness inside of this studio while the outside is full of noise and havoc.” I looked at him, he looks in pain. But why?
“I am glad you’re here with me.” I told him. “I am sorry for what I did with Blaze, I know how much you—”
“It’s fine.” He cuts me off. “You have every right to choose who you sleep with.”
He smiled at me and kiss my hands.
I smile. Hurt? Yes. Because I thought even if just a little bit, he would feel jealous. But he isn’t.
“Is your Father still abusing—”
“Yes.” I didn’t let him finish. “But, it’s not like before.” I closed my eyes at the memories.
My tears fell all of a sudden while I managed to keep my expression neutral.
“I will do everything to make you far away from him as possible. Just wait, okay? I will just gather some power and I will make you go as far away as you can.” He kissed my temple as I nod, clinging to the hope that Diesel will keep his promise to keep me away from that monster. “I am sorry, I couldn’t do anything.”
“No, I understand.” I looked at him. “I do.”
For a second I am afraid .
Afraid that I am so lucky to have a beat friend like Diesel that everyone would die for.
I am afraid, because what if he was supposed to be just like that?
Just my Best friend?
Nothing more, Nothing Less.
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