Chapter 5

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What's better, fingering, or being eaten out?

My personal opinion, being fingered ITS GREAT

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I woke up the next morning with a hangover that made me want to become a child of the lord. I also woke up with little to no recollection of the night. The last thing I remembered was shooting the Hulk in the leg. I was quite proud of myself for doing that, go me! , other than that I had no idea how I got home, or what other felonies I committed at the nightclub.

I groaned, covering my face with a fluffy pillow, hating the way my stomach churned and my head throbbed.

Please God, cure my hangover, I will never drink again. Also, please forgive me in advance for lying about never drinking again.

A hangover is pretty much your body telling you you're an idiot. I'm literally an idiot.

"Fucking Barack Obama fucking shit." I cursed, crawling out of bed.

I trudged into the living room, rubbing my eyes as I saw Rachel passed out on the couch. Her bed is literally 12 feet away, why couldn't she have walked.

"Hey" I grumbled shaking her body "wake up bitch."

Her eyes peeled open, the makeup that was caked onto her face last night was smudged under her eyes, making her look like a damn zombie. I probably looked worse. I slumped onto the couch, holding my head in my hands.

"What happened?" She asked, her hands gripping her temples. Her brown hair was sticking up in a million different directions.

I opened my mouth to tell her I had no idea, when someone else beat me to it.

"I carried you home."

My body froze at the sound of Afanas's voice. Holy fuck. Ohmyfucking god. Holy Ellen DeGeneres.

This is not happening.

I turned my around to see a slightly amused Afanas. His dark hair was neatly combed, his even darker eyes were rimmed with tired looking bags. He wore a clean suit, a Gucci watch glittered on his wrist. He looked the same as he did all those months ago. I felt myself struggling for words, as the second in command of the Russian Mafia, and my "husbands" best friend,  stood in my kitchen.

"It's good to see you, suka." He said lowly. His eyes stared steadily at mine, his face was stern and serious.

Rachel groaned, looking at Afanas, and then back to me, "who's the hot slice of dick?"

"Afanas..." My voice quivered. Partly because I was extremely hungover, and partly because I was in a complete state of shock.

"Hey, good looking douchebag" Rachel held her head in her hands "can you tell us how we got here? And what the fuck happened last night?"

Afanas crossed his arm tightly, I knew he didn't like anyone talking to him like that. His face was stone as he glared at her. Rachel didn't seem to notice her rudeness, as she waited for him to reply.

"I carried you both. You were both heavily intoxicated, you especially Calla, and you were in a building full to the brim of men who could easily take advantage of you."

"Or women." Rachel muttered, heaving herself off the couch "you can't forget about the lesbians."

Afanas did not look amused, his dark eyes glared at Rachel as she began walking to her room.

"Oh" She said glancing back at us "quick question, why did you carry Calla all the way to her room, but you just dumped me on the couch?"

"You are heavier. I do not care enough about you to put in unnecessary effort. I should have left you to be raped in that club. At least then you'd have some sense fucked into you."

Rachel paused, her eyes wide before she simply shrugged, flicking him off before she walked inside her room slamming the door.

I still said nothing, I couldn't seem to find my voice. I was so confused. Why the hell was he here? Why didn't Sinister come?

I sat on the couch, struggling hard to comprehend the situation, and get rid of my hangover. My mind was racing, my heart thumped with anticipation and anxiety.

Afanas turned his attention towards me, "What the fuck were you thinking Calla?"

I shook my head. I wasn't thinking.

"You jumped of a bridge, while you were drunk. You shot a member of the family, while you were drunk. And, you were prancing around a night club, wearing next to nothing, while you were drunk. What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you trying to get yourself hurt? I had to drop everything to come and save you. I never really thought you were a prostitute, but lately you sure as hell have been acting like one. "

My heart dropped at his words, I felt my breathing quicken as I glanced at the floor. I didn't know what to say. I just wanted to see Sinister so bad, and I thought if I acted reckless, then maybe, just maybe he'd come back to me.

Afanas took a step towards me, kneeling down so that we were eye-to-eye, "Say something, Calla." He demanded. He placed his hands on either side of the couch I sat on.

"He promised me forever..." my voice broke, and my eyes stung with hot tears. I hugged my body close to mine.

Afana's cold eyes softened slightly, he placed his cold ringed hand on my left, "you're too young to feel this broken, he didn't fall out of love with you, Calla. He is trying to protect you,"

I felt my heart shattering, the glass slicing through every bone in my body until I crumpled, sobbing into the couch, my body heaving with the feeling of loneliness.

"Calla..." I felt his icy breathe on my legs "you can make it through this."

I raised my head, "no, I don't think I can. He was everything to me. I still love him, you know. I know it's not healthy, it's almost like a disease, this hopeless love coursing through my veins. It's going to destroy me, I know that, but somehow I think it might save me."

I tore my eyes away from his dark orbs, and gazed at the cloth of the couch. My eyes burning with hot tears, the sensation of Afanas staring at me, made me tremble.

"You speak so highly of him" Afanas said lowly "why do you do that? Why do you speak of him as if he's putting stars in the sky...when he did nothing but break you so god damn much, that the cracks in your heart were practically visible through your eyes."

I laughed, "that's the thing about love, isn't it? You let them get away with murder, even if it's your own."

My laugh was completely humorless, the smile on my face was fake with the tension of holding back tears.

Afanas grasped my hand with his, his skin was icy cold against my palms. I frowned as I felt him place a cell phone in my hand.

I glanced up at him with confusion.

He folded his muscular arms in front of him, "call him, make it quick though."

My heart raced, I honestly wasn't expecting this.

I held the sleek device in my hands, clicking his contact name as I heart the phone ringing. As the number dialed I glanced outside at the rain that fell from the grey blooming sky.

When you lose someone, you try to remember the last time you saw them. And most of the time it's a blurry memory because at that time you had no idea it would be the last.

I remember sinisters beautiful face, I remember the tears that fell from his brilliantly iced eyes, but then all I remember was darkness, and that empty feeling that rocked my soul.

He answered after the 5th ring.

"Afanas, are you with her?" His voice was gruff and scratchy, the authority dripped from his words like ink.

I took in a deep breath, "I hope you burn in hell."

There was silence on the other end, so I continued

"I hope you know that I will never stop being reckless, I will never stop trying to put my useless life at risk. You gave me so much to live for, and then you took it away."

"Calla..baby..." his voice was strained.

"I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek

"You never should have let me go."

I slammed the phone down, my breathing heavy, like someone was standing on my chest.

I glanced outside and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears.

Come back to me Sinister.

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