Seeking Him

Chapter Four

Camille POV

I get home to find Amanda is gone. Likely at her fiance's house. The privacy might make things easier.

I go to the bathroom and take a shower trying to relax as much as possible. I don't know what has gotten into me lately but I have to get back on track.

I dry off, put my clothes in the hamper then walk to my room. It was a wreck. I cleaned up as much as possible while drinking the whiskey. When I felt a good buzz going, I took another swig then climbed in bed.

I'm in my bed, afraid. I can hear my father yelling. I get out of my bed and sneak downstairs. He's arguing with someone but I can't see him yet. I'm so afraid. If I could just see a little further. I can see the man's back and his hair.

I'm in my bed afraid. There's yelling. It's my father. I sneak downstairs. I'm so afraid. I'm in my bed. I'm so afraid. I can smell whiskey. I think I'm going to be sick. He's on me. He pulls down my pants.

I wake up screaming. The smell of whiskey making me sick. I run to the bathroom to throw up. I sit down and begin to cry. Why can't I see his face. It's always broken pictures.

I got further this time then I usually do. I didn't smell the wood but I knew that smell by heart. I just needed to see his face.

I decided to skip class and try for the rest of the day. I had gotten so close, I didn't want to lose it. The only problem was I was out of whiskey.

I threw on some sweats, my brown wig and drove to the liquor store. I went to the whiskey section and grabbed two bottles of the regular stuff and one of a whiskey I never tried.

I got in line to pay and waited for the man in front of me. I put my bottle on the conveyor belt and looked behind me. There was Gideon looking handsome as ever.

I straightened myself out then turned to say hello. The guy in front of me had left so it was my turn.

"Gideon. Fancy seeing you here," I said.

"You're actually not," he says. "Gabriel. The brother.

"Twins. Wow. He did not tell me that," I said.

The woman at the register asked for my ID. I handed it to her.

"So you must be Kelly. Am I right?" He asks.

"Nancy actually," I say then point at the wig.

"This says your name is Camille Reynolds," the cashier says unhelpfully.

"I guess we're all keeping our secrets," he says with a sly smile.

I paid, got my bag and started to leave.

"It was nice meeting you Miss Reynolds. I'll see you around," he called after me.

Damn it. How do I keep making these slip ups? I know I'll never be able to relax now. I placed the bottles on the floor of the backseat and went back to my apartment. I was going to class. No sense in missing them now.

Gabriel's POV

Gideon was right. She was a beautiful woman but a liar by all accounts. She wasn't even honest when she told him her name.

I grabbed my bag then hurried to my car. I was going to figure this woman out if it was the last thing I did.

I put my bag into the passenger seat then grabbed my phone. I pulled up Google then typed in Camille Reynolds. The first thing I see is a news article from six years ago.

No Arrests Made in the Rape and Murder Case.

Virginia Times

There have been no arrests made in the brutal rape and murder that occurred last Tuesday. Frederick Reynolds was trying to protect his fifteen year old daughter from an intruder when he was brutally beaten to death. His daughter, 15, was then raped, beaten and left for dead in the family's home. She is still in a coma. Her condition is critical.