Chapter Thirty-Two: Hello, Rosewood

I shamely sat on my chair in our dining table.

I can't believe I'm back in this hell hole.

I'm sitting across my mother. She still hasn't utter a single word after last night.

I can barely open my left eye. She hit me, slapped me multiple times. I couldn't do anything but let her. She shouted things on my face but everything she did didn't hurt.

I am numb.

I wish I could've felt everything she did to just feel pain. I'm craving for pain but...nothing. I didn't feel anything. I am just..numb.

She found out about my mobile phone and she broke it in front of me.

She kept asking me who is the guy I was with. The one I 'brainwashed' to help me escape, according to her.

I didn't say anything of course. I'm not stupid to do so. I refuse to tell her everything so she kept hitting me until I was swollen.

I wanted to cry but I'm afraid there's no more tears I could shed.

I'm tired, I'm just so so tired and alone.

Its been 4 days now. My heart aches everyday that passes by that Luke didn't even show up or even try.

I'm almost 4 weeks pregnant with our child and nothing.

I don't know what else I could do. I'm only hurting and I'm sick of it. I try to be happy but I just couldn't.

I must be crazy if I could pull up a fake smile.

I have no way to contact Kate. She still knows they I'm well in Australia. I want her help, in fact I need her help but I don't want to drag her into this. I already did too much.

I stared at my plate not even touching my food.

I've lost so much weight and I've been having terrible morning sickness every single day, I couldn't even vomit anything but my saliva. Everything is senseless.

"Madam, Mr. Calum Hood is here-" Nana exclaimed.

I looked up and see Calum standing by the door frame

Wearing his usual clothes. Ripped band shirt and jeans a little folded down the ankle.

"Lisa, how are you?" He asks giving my mother a kiss on the cheek which I am sure was just him showing a polite gesture. He hates my mother, he mentions it every time were together. We've been close this past few days. Mother thinks we're getting along since the marriage is just in a week.

Calum made his way towards me, "Hey, I need to talk to you-" He whispers in my ear and I nodded. I feel a little embarrassed with my face, I have a black eye and make up wouldn't even cover it, my lips chapped and has a slit right in the middle which is throbbing all the time. I guess I deserved being battered up by my mother.

I nodded and stood up from my chair.

He led me to the yard, where we would usually held the parties. We sat on the grass. I didn't even care if my white dress gets all crinkled up and dirt all over it.

I didn't speak I just sat there. I'm no mood for everything. There's only one thing, one emotion inside me..anger.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I nodded.

"Have you got news about Luke?"

I cringed at the moment I heard his name. I'm boiling..I hate him. I need him but where the fuck is he?

I shook my head.

"Please let's not talk about him." I exclaimed trying to held back my sobs.

He sighed, "Look Tatum, you haven't told me what happened since you came back. I get that you're depressed because your mother found you but-"

"How's Cassie?" I asked, cutting him off.

He shook his head.

"Its complicated. Were done for good." He mutters.

"What do you mean?"

"I caught her with another guy. His co-worker.."

"What do you mean you caught her?"

"I went to her grandmother's house, her car was there so I assumed she was. I knocked and knocked but no one answered. The door was unlock and I came in. It was really stupid of me though.. I just fucking barged in so I guess I got my karma-"

"Got your karma?" I raised am eyebrow still trying to figure out what he's saying.

"Yeah, I heard noises from upstairs. Her grandma wasn't home so I thought there was a thief. I went up to check it out and you know become the superhero Cassie wants me to be. I thought that if I caught the thief Cassie would be surprised or impressed or something." He chuckled, "But I guess I was the one surprised. I was walking down the hall and I opened the room where the noise was coming from. I saw her there in some horridious sex position with that guy that has a weird hair color. I don't know I was shocked. She saw me tho and tried to explain but there's nothing for her to explain. Clearly she doesn't need me so I broke it off. For good, eventually."

I felt acid forming in my stomach. I pity Calum. He didn't deserve that. All he ever did was love Cassie.

I sighed, "Do you know who he is?"

"Sadly," He nodded, "Yes. He works with her in the local bar she works now. I think that guy's name is Michael. I don't know I don't care. I'm better and good looking than him. He fucking looks like a fat jellybean I don't know." He let's out an exasperated sigh. "Enough about me, and stop changing the topic and tell me what happened."

I let out an exasperated sigh, "I don't know if Im ready to tell you everything."

"Oh don't be impossible, Tatum. You know you can tell me anything even if I'm an asshole-" He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood.

"Calum I'm..."

"What impropriety is this?!" My mother exclaimed loudly behind my back. Causing Calum and I to jump.

"Mother we were just talking!" I answered back.

"You should be talking where your chaperones can see you! Not like....not like this!" She spat.

Oh yeah right, mother. Like Calum and I will fuck here in the middle of the lawn in the middle of the fucking afternoon. I dont get her this is not the first time Calum and I spent time alone. Its already enough that Im struggling.

Calum stood up, straightening his clothes. Making sure doesnt have any grass on his trousers.

He apologized to my mother which took me by surprise. He hates her but he seems trying to be good to her. I dont know how he does it. I met him first as an asshole and now..he is totally different.

He held his hand to me so I can latch on it like a leverage.

I stood up, mimicking his actions awhile ago as I dust off grass from my clothes.

"I guess, Ill talk to you later-" Cal exclaimed before leaving.

After he left I huffed my way upstairs. I couldnt help but over hear my mother in her phone. I stood halfway the stairs.

She was talking to either Mrs. Hood or Mr. Hood, I have no idea but she kept apologizing about my disappearance. I know she still wants to continue the wedding since the preparation is almost done. All I have to do is pick up a cake, choose from all kinds of pastry and a wedding gown. Which I have no intend on doing so. As much as I want to stop this marriage, I have no idea on what to do to end it. I could end it by telling the truth but Im afraid if I do that I wouldnt have anyone to hold unto. Ill end up in the streets with a swollen belly and less than $10 in my pocket. I couldnt risk it. Not now..not now that I havent figured anything out.

I felt my stomach churn and the bile rising up. Oh no, not again!

I hurried my way on top of the stairs and ran down the hallway towards my room.

I bumped unto Nana who was silently walking, carrying freshly ironed duvets on her hand.

She looked at me with suspicious eyes but I ignored her.

I ran inside my room, needing the comfort of my bathroom.

I hurried inside, settling my hands on the seat, hugging the toilet. Once Im face to face in it I hurled. My throat feel so dry as I puke my guts out.

I started sobbing. Again.

All I do is cry.

I hugged the toilet closer as my stomach flipped inside me, leaving me in discomfort.

Tears salty on my mouth and the stench of pungent odor coming from the toilet.

I felt a hand caressing the small of my back.

I looked up and saw Nana smiling down at me.

"There, there, child. Are you feeling alright?" She asks, kneeling down beside me.

I couldnt control the ugly sobs escaping my lips. I closed my eyes and without shame I nuzzled my face unto her neck. Looking for comfort.

The pain in my chest..I cant handle it any longer. Everything felt like its spinning.

I cried on the bathroom floor whilst Nana was craddling me like a kid. Something my mother never did which made my heart shatter into more.

"Calm down, Miss. If it makes you feel better someone is looking for you downstairs."

"Who?" I asked, pulling away and letting out a sniffle.

"Mr. Hemmings-"