Runaway Love

Chapter 17: Sweet Kisses

Picture this.

Me, sitting in my bed with really short pajama shorts and a white crop top on, casually drinking a glass of water. I was doing my morning phone scroll, just checking up on the latest messages and trends, when a blocked number appears. At first, I didn't think much of it. "Cameron's downstairs if I need anything, it's alright now", at least that's what I told myself.

I check the message to see:
You and Lover Boy are official now, aren't you? Not for long...why don't you just come back to where you belong, Blaise? Or should I say, 'Bee', like Cameron calls you? Cameron...such a sweet boy, too bad you dragged him into this mess. Now, it's your problem to get him out of it. It's either you come crawling back to me...the man who raised you during puberty...or you can slowly watch Cameron die. Choose wisely, wrong decisions cause consequences... ~K

Now, picture this.

Me: crazy bug eyes, shaky body, and sweaty, while bolting down the stairs to check on Cameron.

I didn't see him at first in the living room, so I went around the house, screaming his name and opening doors to rooms. Finally, I opened the bathroom door and found him taking a piss.

I hugged him from behind, which startled him.

"What's going on?" He asked, glancing over his shoulder.

"I thought you were dead." I sighed out of relief, squeezing his body tighter. He stopped peeing and re-buckled his pants. He walked over to the sink and quickly washed his hands.

"Did I miss something?" He turned around, holding my shoulders.

"He...he sent me a text." I held my phone right in front of his face. He softly pushed my hand down after briefly reading the message.

"Blaise...I'm okay." He placed a gentle kiss on my forehead and slowly brought his lips to mine. It was passionate, but didn't last very long.

It's been a week since we've started dating. No one at school knows yet, because Cameron isn't ready to show everyone he's no longer a 'heartbreaker'. I'll respect that, even though I'm dying to scream the news into Anna's fake, botoxed, face!

If you're wondering if it's awkward between Cameron and I in the house, you can stop thinking about it. It's not bad at all, actually. We kiss a lot, we eat dinner together, we talk while cuddling...we act like a normal couple.

"Thanks. I guess. Just don't leave my side today, I need to keep an eye on you." He chuckled, smoothly rubbing my back as a sign of comfort.

Most days when I had a bad feeling, he would do this and I would begin to relax. Today, I couldn't stop having this horrible pit in my stomach. I tried to ignore it, but as the day went on, it kept getting worse.

At about 6 o'clock at night, I was washing my face. I told Cameron I needed a good night sleep and a little reason to know I was safe if I was going to finally move on from being terrified of my kidnapper. Yes, I was going to bed this early. And yes, Cameron checked every thing in this house that could possibly have a lock and locked everything.

My mind was spinning and I couldn't stand another hour with this insufferable feeling.

I looked up into the mirror and screamed. Standing behind me, was him. He was staring at me through the mirror, his face contorted into an evil grin. I didn't want to turn around, I felt his horrible breath creeping down my neck. That was enough for me to want to get the hell out of there.

Something was stopping me though.

I didn't know if it was the fact that exiting the bathroom meant leading him towards Cameron or if it was because my legs were like jelly and I was unable to move them.

"What do you want from me? I escaped, I won. You can't keep chasing me down like I'm some dog. I won't tell the police, I promise. Just leave me alone." I begged, still not looking directly into his heartless eyes.

The man that trapped me, tortured me, starved me...bathed me...was standing behind me, not saying a word, but just glaring into my soul. He was reading my thoughts, he knew me so well that I was positive he could calculate when I would swallow another nervous spit ball.

I dug my nails into my sweaty palms. Did Cameron hear me scream? I hope not. That would lead him right to his death. I couldn't live, knowing I was the reason he died.

"I want you. We've been through this so many times, doll face. Now, take my hand and I'll bring you back to the little place we call home." He grabbed my wrist, but I pulled back with force.

There was no way I was going with him. He could hold me at gun point, and I still would refuse to go. I suffered through this for four years, I'm not wasting any more of my life with him.

"Go to hell." I muttered right to his face. He let out a little chuckle, amused by my fit of anger.

"Oh, sweetie, I already went there. I crawled back out though. If I go back there, you sure can bet who I'm dragging down with me." He leaned in close, as if he was whispering a secret. I backed up, as he could really use a mint...

Not the time for discussing bad breath problems.

"I'd like to see you try and put a hand on me. I'm not giving up without a fight, you asshole." Suddenly, he grabbed my hair and harshly yanked down.

I whimpered softly, but got up quickly. I balled my hand into a fist and swung at him.

It was pretty obvious I would miss, considering I had no experience in fighting, but to make matters worse, my knuckle went right into the bathroom mirror. The glass didn't shatter, but I felt like my hand did. A burst of pain shot right up my arm and I had to blink back a few tears.

"That was embarrassing." He sneered, right before slamming me into the bathroom door. I loudly groaned, hoping to recover fast.

To my luck, I did, but I had no idea what my next move would be. I decided to kick his..."weak spot"...which successfully worked. He crouched into a ball on the floor, barely holding himself together.

Thank gosh I played soccer for three years or I wouldn't have been able to kick that hard.

"Blaise! What's going on?!" I heard Cameron yelling outside the closed door. I hopped over my kidnappers sobbing body and opened the bathroom door.

"Cameron!" I wrapped my arms around his neck and finally let the tears fall out.

Cameron carried me to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. I got cozy under his blankets, until I realized my kidnapper was in the bathroom.

"Cameron...he's in the bathroom." I hopped out of bed and ran towards the place where I officially beat the man who made my life hell.

Let me tell you. It felt amazing!

I looked into the room and it was empty.

It was still a pitiful mess because of the "fight", but he was gone. The window was open...of course.

"He got away. Again!" I yelled, throwing my hands up. He's probably angrier than ever.

Only good news is, now he knows what I'm capable of...a good, hard, kick to the balls.

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IM SORRY!!!! This update is 562738 days later than I wanted! It's also really short and pretty badly written!! I apologize for making you read this, but I didn't want any of my readers to lose faith in me!

I hope you're all enjoying the story so far, there weren't many Blairon moments in this chapter, but there will be next time!

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~Catt:)