Perilous

Chapter Fifteen

Perilous

Chapter Fifteen

Because that was the moment it happened.

That's the moment everything changed.

Cammie POV

I was in a bathroom.

The walls were smeared with blood. There was a rope attached from my left ankle to a large metal ring on the floor. I'd already tried untangling it several times, it was useless. And they knew to keep anything and everything I could use to escape out of my reach. My back leaned on the cool porcelain surface of the bathtub. A large bandage covered half my core, I was pretty sure it had begun to bleed again. The red sports bra I wore was far too tight, the tattered leggings were no better. I wore no shoes. Honestly, I didn't know what I hated more- the dried dirt, sweat, and blood I was covered in, the awful knots in my ridiculously long hair, or the frustrating texture of the cracked tile beneath my bare feet.

I was crying. Hot tears poured down my cheeks as my throat constricted over and over again, sobs escaping my mouth. I wailed like a child, the pain unbearable.

I didn't know where I was, or why I was crying. Just seconds before I was in London with the team and...

I couldn't remember.

The mind of the body I was in - teenage me, I noticed after a glance in the cracked mirror - took over. It reminded me of a loss I'd just suffered. A loss that was more painful than pain itself.

"What the hell are you doing?"

A voice interrupted my sobs, and I looked up, blurry-eyed and helpless, to see Zion. A teenager then, 16 like me, with messy dark hair and psychopathic green eyes. His loose jeans and red tank top did little to hide his muscles, which made him, unfortunately, all the more attractive. Fortunately, though, it gave me another reason to hate him. The usual smirk on his face was replaced with a look of confusion when he noticed me curled up on the floor.

"Never seen anyone cry before?" I growled in a way that wasn't as intimidating as I would have liked.

"You're crying?" He exclaimed.

His shock repulsed me more than the bile rising in my throat.

Zion walked closer and leaned his left arm on the doorframe, just above his head.

"Leave me alone, asshole!" I cried.

"Oh you're more pathetic than I thought, aren't you?"

My glare could have killed him.

"Alright," He sighed as if he was beginning a meaningless, annoying task. He walked even closer and stood above me, arms crossed. "What's wrong?"

"You know what's wrong!"

"Yeah, well, guess what, bitch? I wanna hear it from you."

"Keep testing me, and it won't just be my blood on these walls."

Zion's eyes narrowed with impatience. "What. Is. Wrong."

The pain and the anger took over again. "She killed him. She killed him right in front of me."

"So what? You spent the last 8 years thinking he was dead anyway."

"But it's different when I watch. I saw the life leaving his body. I saw the pain he felt." I shook my head, choking back another sob. "Every time I close my eyes I watch my father die. It's like I've lost him all over again except this time, he's really gone. And it hurts." I clutched at my chest, the place where that unbearable ache began and spread to the rest of my body. "It hurts everywhere."