Runaway Love

Chapter 3: Food Fight

It was 1:36 and unlike most people who were dreaming happily, I was creeping down the stairs with a baseball bat after hearing an alarming noise. I know I should probably wake up Cameron, but he has to go to school tomorrow so getting him up for one of my, probably silly, assumptions would be a stupid idea.

As I got closer to the kitchen, I heard pans being dropped to the floor. Geez, something was going on in there. My heart suddenly started beating and my palms were shaking.

What if it's my kidnapper coming to get me? I'm not going back there again. I gripped the baseball bat tighter.

I placed my hands on the kitchen door and shoved it open.

What I saw wasn't exactly something I was expecting.

Cameron was doubled over a random girl who was in her bra and underwear. I stood there for a few seconds while they swapped saliva. I didn't know what to feel...scared, disgusted, slightly angry for coming down here to see such a nasty sight. I had this knot in my stomach, like her moaning was the worst noise imaginable...it kind of was though. She sounded like a goat, and not to be rude, but she resembled one also. Before I realized what she was doing, her underwear was off and I held my hands in front of my face.

"Oh, my poor innocent eyes! Lord, help me!" I peeked through my covered eyes and noticed Cameron was staring at me with shock. The girl frantically pulled up her underwear and grabbed her coat. I couldn't say I was upset she was getting ready to leave, I never want to witness such a scary sight again.

"I should go." The girl left without even giving Cameron a second look. I turned to leave the kitchen, but Cameron grabbed my wrist.

"What do you want?" I groaned while rubbing my eyes, still trying to get the vision out of my mind.

"You're not even gonna apologize." I opened my mouth in disbelief.

"Me? You should be the one apologizing. Do you know what time it is? I thought someone was breaking in." I threw my hands up in the air just to prove how angry I was. He scared the crap out of me, but I'm the one who has to say sorry. Uh...nope, not happening.

"I was about to get some love from a smoking hot girl...do I not deserve that?" My eyes furrowed back and I crossed my arms.

"You don't have to do it at 1:30 am. You have school tomorrow!" I yelled a little too loud.

"Who are you? My mom..."

"No, because unlike your mom, I don't like you." He looked taken back for a second, he almost looked hurt, but in a few seconds, he was back to his asshole self. That was a lie. He was nice sometimes and we had fun earlier today.

"You're lucky I'm letting you live here!" He shouted while stepping closer to me.

"Your such an ass, you know what, I'm done arguing with you." I stormed out of the kitchen and went out the front door. I didn't know where I was going to go, so I just sat down in a chair.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself. My mom always used to tell me that when I was getting angry or upset "to separate yourself from the fight, take a few breaths, count to 10 and distract yourself". It usually helped me during gymnastics when I couldn't get a move down. Yes, I did gymnastics, but I obviously stopped after the incident.

Suddenly, someone wrapped their hands around my mouth. Immediately, by the smell of him, I knew it was my kidnapper. Out of instinct, I bit down as hard as I could. I heard him yelp in pain. I stood up from the chair and attempted to run to the door, but for some reason, I fell to the ground. He must've put knockout drugs on his hand and I just breathed them in. I coughed, trying to get it out of my system. I banged on the front door loudly. I gave it my all to stay conscious.