Devil Beside Me

Chapter Ten - Please Stay

Hi, it's me, again! I can't believe I posted two chapters in one day! Wow, such wowiness. After so much persuasion from Erikalala, I finally gave in. Here's Chapter Ten. I hope you like it, my dear readers. But a few warnings, tho. Prepare a box of tissues for a major drama. Heck, I even cried, just a wee bit. I'm not gonna hold back any longer. But, enjoy!

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Previously on Devil Beside Me:

"A criminal?"

"Oh yes," Jean purred, a malicious smile on her painted red lips. "Vivian went to jail for attempted murder."

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"All I can ever ask of you is to stay. Just stay." - Unknown

Vivian Carroway

Cameron didn't speak to me on the way back home but I can feel his eyes resting on me, just a short quick glance before his eyes were on the road again. He was watching me, I suppose. This time, I hate it. I just want to disappear. I don't want him to see me at all. I'm no angel. I'm a sinner. I have paid for the price of my sin. And I'm still paying for it now. I was lucky that the nightclub would take me in, despite of my criminal record. It was a good thing - sort of - that the owner of the club was a gangster himself... I couldn't get any other job. My options were limited after having a record. I was no longer a 'citizen' of the country. They treated me like a dangerous animal that might harm the society.

My head was resting against the window, looking at the passing trees. It's over now... As soon as we pull into the garage, I leaped out of the car and strode off to my room. I heard Cameron's echoing footsteps behind me but I didn't dared myself to turn around. I entered my room, and in a flash, I threw my suitcase open and hastily pulled out my clothes from the closet.

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard Cameron asked me. I didn't have the need to turn around and look at where he's standing. He was, after all, leaning on the doorframe.

"Packing."

"Why," he said, in a low voice. "the fuck are you packing?"

I didn't answer.

"Vivian, look at me."

I continued on stuffing my suitcase.

"Goddammit, Vivian, look at me!" he said angrily and I whipped around to face him.

"What?" I asked furiously. "You heard what she said. You know what I am now. A criminal," I took a deep breath. "How can I stay? It's best for me to leave and I promise you, I'll pay you back once I get the money."

"Fuck, that's not what I meant," he scowled, running a hand through his hair. "Stop jumping to the conclusion so quickly."

"Then what do you want from me, Cameron? What do you want me to say?" I glared at him, my arms crossed.

He sighed. "What she said, explain that to me."

"There's nothing to explain. What she said is the truth, okay? I told you. I'm not... good."

"I asked what the hell happened!" he roared.

I clenched my jaw in frustration to keep myself from screaming. My hands were curled into fists and my nails were digging on my palms. I'm glad for the anger. It kept me from breaking down, kept me at bay.

"Okay, you want to know what happened? Fine. I'll tell you," I sneered. "They came to take our house away. Those people. They came to take everything away and leave us on the streets. I couldn't let that happen. I tried to stop them. I wouldn't let them take away our parents' belongings.