Anything For Rachel – Episode 19

#Episode_19

 

Calvin P.o.v ✔

 

 

 

 

 

She looked down shyly. “My lack of control over my mouth.” She explained and I wanted to die at where I had let my head run off to. “I never learned.” She smiled up at me and I couldn’t help but to smile back at her.

 

 

 

“Ah, of course you haven’t.” I said. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.” I said before thinking of how it sounded. Of course I’d want her. Anyway I could have her I’d want her. That was such a stupid thing for me to have said. I shook my head at myself and changed the subject quickly. “You do know that I’m not angry with you?” I asked her and I was relieved when she bobbed her head. “I promise you, I will figure a way out of this, ok?” I asked knowing that somehow, someway, I would make it the truth. I will do whatever it takes to take care of my family.

 

 

 

“Ok.” She replied quickly. I hadn’t even really expected her to respond, but I was so happy that she did.

 

 

 

I smiled at her. “You trust me?” I asked, starting to hold my breath for her answer, but she didn’t even give me time to.

 

“Yes.” She responded without a second of hesitation in her.

 

 

 

I thought I’d be pleased to hear it, but it only made me feel an even heavier pressure to fix things. All things. Her and me, our family, her life, all of it. I needed to fix it all. I not only have to come up with something that saves her and Rose, but something that will also allow us to be together. I need her. I don’t want to go another day, much less years without her in my life, but then the boy popped into my head, reminding me that it might not be what she wants.

 

 

 

“Do you want to…I don’t know, talk?” She asked me sweetly, her hand on the door.

 

 

 

Just thinking of going into that room was a bad idea. Actually doing it would be detrimental. I’m not sure that I could stay in control of myself with her, alone, in our room. The room we used to…I couldn’t stop my mind from going there even as I stood in the hallway with two other people. Going into a room alone with her can only lead to one place, and that is a reunion of our love, and I can’t do that with all of this shit hanging over both of our heads, and having to wonder what her feelings will be about the boy if something were to truly happened between us. If given the chance I know that I would confess my love

 

for her ten thousand times, telling her over and over how I never want to be alone again. She is my air.

 

Even more, she is blood to me. The one thing I need to survive. The one.

 

 

 

I couldn’t help it. I needed to at least give her a chance, even if I am being a wuss about it. “No.” I told her. “I can’t go back in there. Especially not with you.” I said. “I can never go back in that room unless you are…” I knew she’d ask why if I left the sentence hanging.

 

 

 

“Unless I’m what?” She asked pulling her brows together adorably.

 

 

 

“Mine.” I replied. “Unless you were mine.” I wanted to give her the opportunity to tell me that I am hers if that is what she feels, but I didn’t want to pressure her into it. So I left it at that.

 

 

 

“Oh.” She replied softly, but her cheeks flushed ever so slightly, giving me hope.

 

 

 

I smiled at her. “I have some things to tend to anyway.” I gave her the excuse. “I have a lot to think about.” I added, the truth behind that was heavy. I certainly did have a lot to think about, and now that I think of it, a lot of things that do need tending to. “Please, try not to worry.” I tacked on, knowing she would do it anyway.

 

 

 

“Ok.” She breathed, her eyes still roaming me as I backed away with all of my will. I looked over to Octavia who winked at me, her silent I told you so, before I stole one last long glance at Rachel before heading into my room to make the unpleasant call.

 

 

 

As soon as the door clicked behind me I chose to put off the inevitable for just a few more minutes by hitting the shower quickly before coming back out into the main room.

 

 

 

“God, Calvin, I’m in here!” Octavia shouted from the couch, covering her eyes.

 

 

 

I laughed, but went into the bathroom to grab some clothes.

 

 

 

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” I told her. “I had on a towel for goodness sake.”

 

 

She tilted her head at me when I walked back into the room. “So what?” She asked. “You’re a married man after all.” She grinned.

 

“I am.” I sighed the thought of Rachel being just across the hall making my dead heart want to beat again.

 

 

 

I sat down on the couch, pulling out a phone from the table drawer beside me and Octavia made a face at me. I raised my eyebrows at her and she giggled. “You seriously should see the two of you.” She said. “As an outsider looking in, you have no idea. The two of you will never pull off not being crazily stupid in love with each other. It’s just so obvious.”

 

 

 

“We don’t have to pretend to not care for each other.” I reminded her of Marco’s request to make it a good show, the vile feeling in me rising again as I realized I am back in the same predicament that I was in with my father all that time again.

 

 

 

“It’s a good thing.” Octavia nodded, pulling her hair up into a bun. “It’s like…I can’t even describe what it is like watching you both. I swear it’s like one could never live without the other.”

 

 

 

“I can’t.”

 

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She nodded her head. “I don’t think she could either.” She said gently. “I think she had herself convinced that she could, and then being here reminded her that her heart is always yours.”

 

 

 

I tried not to let my hopes get to high. “You really believe that?” I asked. “What about the boy?” I reminded her.

 

 

 

She sighed, leaning her head back on the couch. “I told you, he isn’t a boy. He is definitely a man, and I feel a little bad for him.”

 

 

 

She said and I gave her a look to which she replied by sticking out her tongue. “I obviously am team Calvin, but I do have to say, he isn’t a bad guy.”

 

 

 

“I see you’ve grown fond of your new little friend.” I sneered. “I knew putting him in the room next to you was a bad idea. You’d either make him run for the hills or be the reason he wanted to stay.”

 

 

 

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Oh, shut up.” She laughed. “He’s just nice, and he is not interested in anyone but her, but…”

 

 

 

“But what?”

 

 

 

“I’m supposed to go get him in a little while…” She was hiding something and I couldn’t stand it.

 

 

 

“What, Octavia?” I snapped. “You know I don’t like games.”

 

 

 

She rolled her eyes. “Logan likes games.” She said quickly, then she widened her eyes like she had realized she had said that out loud. “I…I didn’t mean to say anything that would hurt you, it doesn’t matter how Logan is, because Rachel is in love with you….and I don’t think I should tell you, but I’m supposed to bring him to her because she wants to tell him the truth.”

 

 

 

“The truth?” I asked confused, leaning in for the answer.

 

 

 

“She wants to tell him that she is still in love with you.” She said with a smile.

 

 

 

I couldn’t help but to smile. Smile like I haven’t in so long. A full face, heart totally involved, smile that gave me hope and breathed life back into me. “She loves me.” I muttered and Octavia opened her mouth, but I threw a pillow at her that she easily caught. “Don’t you dare to even say it.” I warned her with grin.

 

 

 

“As long as you knew that was what I was going to say, it counts.” She shrugged, pleased with herself nonetheless. “I hate to burst your bubble here, but you know you also need to call Lexton.” She said, looking at the phone in my hand.

 

“How am I supposed to call her now? After what you just told me?”

 

 

 

“You don’t want the council to tell her first, do you?” She asked and I sighed. I hate having Octavia as a friend. She’s always right.

 

“Fine.” I muttered.

 

 

 

She frowned, kicking back on the couch and propping her feet on the table. “You know I wouldn’t encourage you to do it unless you needed to.” She said. “I never have liked that girl.” She said plainly. “She always looks at you like a lost little puppy. It’s kind of sad.”

 

 

 

I rolled my eyes, typing in the numbers. “That’s the blood bond.” I pointed out, but then shook my head already knowing that trying to convince Octavia of anything is a pointless effort.

 

 

 

“Whatever.” She mumbled, proving my point as she closed her eyes. “I just can’t wait to hear this conversation.”

 

 

 

I rolled my eyes at her and called Lexton.

 

 

 

“Hello?” Her high voice rang through the line.

 

 

 

I sighed. “Lexton, its Calvin.”

 

 

 

“I know.” She replied. “No one else has a reason to call me.”

 

 

 

“Neither does he.” Octavia whispered beside me and I shot a glare at her.

 

 

 

“I have to tell you something.” I sighed. “Something has come up, and as I am sure you already know, Rachel is back here.”

 

 

 

“Yeah I heard that.” She cut me off and I had to regain my thought.

 

 

 

“Well, she and I have been in some trouble with the council, and…Look, long story short, the council has decided it would be a good idea for a new competition between you and Rachel to determine who will be queen.”

 

 

“No way.” She said, her voice higher than usual. “You know how I feel about you, but I can’t go through that again, especially not with Rachel. What is the point? Everyone knows how you feel about her.”

 

 

 

I quickly shot a glance at Octavia, stopping her from saying it in the nick of time and she laughed as she kicked back on the couch again with a smug smile.

 

 

 

“Lexton, none of us have a choice.” I said flatly. “The competition is happening.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RACHEL P.o.v ✔

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I laid carefully on my side of the bed, looking up at the brilliant chandelier, admiring the millions of facets in the diamonds.

 

 

 

Although it had hardly been more than a day since I’d last seen Logan, it might as well have been centuries the way things have suddenly changed. I hated myself for being weak and giving in to accepting someone else’s love when in my heart I always knew that if Calvin were to ever come back, I’d always chose him. It was selfish and stupid of me to let someone into my life, but I never could have foreseen the events that have taken place.

 

 

 

I felt sick to my stomach as I waited.

 

 

 

I never intended to hurt Logan. Never. I truly do love him so much, but it would just be unfair to tag him along when I know where my true feelings lead me. He’s a good man. A strong, devoted, funny, caring, and big hearted guy who doesn’t deserve to be with someone who can’t give him everything. As much as it pains me, I know there has to be better for him out there somewhere.

 

 

I wondered idly if this is how Calvin felt. He was caught between two girls once upon a time too, and though he loved me, he did say that he cared for Lexton and didn’t like seeing her hurt. I care so much about Logan and hurting him causes me physical pain, but…

 

 

 

There was a commotion in the hallway and I sat up quickly, straining to listen.

 

 

 

“Are you him?” I heard Logan’s loud voice bellow. “Are you Calvin?”

 

 

 

“You must be the boy who accompanied Rachel here.” I heard Calvin snap back quickly.

 

 

 

“Shit.” I muttered, throwing my legs off of the bed and running towards the door.

 

 

 

“You’re one twisted asshole, you know that?” Logan said and I stopped in my tracks, leaning my head against the door to listen better.

 

“Me?” Calvin laughed. “You’re the one trying to fill shoes that you never could.”

 

 

 

“You know she can’t possibly love you!” Logan yelled back.

 

 

 

“You’re not even human! Whatever she thought she had with you wasn’t real. You monsters ripped her away from her family and alienated her, then you come out like a knight to rescue her, but it’s all a lie. She clung to you because you were all she had to cling to. She had never even been around another man before you.” Logan laughed. “Of course she thought she loved you. It was a classic case of Stockholm syndrome. You were her capture, not her husband.”

 

 

 

I gasped a little at his harsh words. I’d never heard Logan lash out like that, and he had never said something like that to me before. Stockholm syndrome? That’s what he thought my feelings for Calvin were? I don’t guess I can be too surprised. I had wondered the same thing myself over the years, but I had always come to the same conclusion. My feelings were not out of fear or my mind trying to trick me into a comfort with my imprisonment. I truly loved Calvin.

 

 

 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Calvin said so lowly I could hardly hear him. “I love Rachel. I always have loved Rachel. I always will love Rachel.” He said. “She is my wife, and the mother of my child. She is irreplaceable to me.”

 

 

 

“Yeah well, I love her too.” Logan snapped. “And you want to talk about that child you mentioned. The one you know nothing about because you never bothered to be a part of her life. The little girl who calls me daddy, and loves me too. You really messed up there. I love her like you never did.”

 

 

 

I knew as soon as I heard the words leave his lips that it would be bad. I ripped open the door and saw Cromley trying with all of his force to pull Calvin away, and Logan on the ground beneath them both, Octavia knelt down trying to pull Calvin’s hands away from Logan’s neck, and Logan’s hands up on Calvin’s face, trying to gauge out his eyes. I was frozen for a moment seeing the two of them trying to literally kill each other.

 

 

 

“Stop it!” I yelled.

 

 

 

Instantly, Calvin was up, and pressed his back against his door, still glaring with black eyes down at Logan on the floor. He was panting and his hair was a mess. Logan lurched upward and ran at Calvin again, but Cromley restrained him easy enough. Octavia and I both had wide eyes and she looked just as flustered as I was feeling.

 

 

 

“Let me kill him and then all our problems are gone!” Logan shouted.

 

 

 

I walked over, placing myself between Logan and Calvin. I looked up into Logan’s wild gaze and he was breathing heavily, still pulling to get away from Cromley. “Logan.” I whispered. “Please, stop this.”

 

 

 

“Why are you defending him?” He demanded.

 

 

 

“Logan, please, let’s just go talk.” I pleaded, but he looked away from me and over to Calvin.

 

 

 

“You sick piece of shit! You’ll only ruin their lives! I won’t let you!” He yelled.

 

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Calvin lunged forward too, close enough that I had a hand on both of their chests and I was pushing back between them. “I’ll rip you limb from limb and then I’ll drain you dry, you little weak inconvenience!” Calvin shouted. “It’ll only take me two second to do it! Two second to end you!”

 

 

“Do it then!” Logan taunted him and I felt fear in me that he might actually do it, so I turned quickly to face only Calvin.

 

 

 

I pulled his face down, forcing him to look into my eyes. “Stop this.” I demanded. “You can never hurt him.” I said, and as I spoke, keeping my hold on his face, I could feel the sense in him returning as he focused only on me, and not Logan. His eyes shifted, changing slowly from pitch black to a lighter stone color, before finally settling back at a smoky blue. “I need him, Calvin. I need him, and so does Rose. Just think about it. If you were to hurt him, you’d be hurting the man that Rose considers her father.” I tried to convince him. “That’s not who you want to be to her. You don’t want to be the man who killed her father.”

 

 

 

“Are you actually going to let this bloodsucking asshole near Rose?” Logan snapped and Calvin’s eyes snapped up, glaring at him, but I pulled his face further down to me.

 

 

 

“Please, Calvin.” I whispered and he sighed. “Please, just go. I will come talk to you in a little while, ok?” Calvin blinked slowly once, then sighed again as he gazed down at me, reaching up to brush his thumb across my cheekbone before he turned on his heels, followed by Octavia to go back into his suite. Once they were both gone I looked up to Cromley. “Let him go.” I said softly, and he dropped Logan’s arms and Logan rubbed them like they were sore.

 

 

 

I wanted to be angry with him for the things he had said, but I already knew that I was about to hurt him anyway, so I pushed aside my anger and took him by the hand, pulling him into my room with me.

 

 

 

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