Bryan eyed Cam, "move the knife now." He demanded with his raspy voice. "Such a pretty face, it'd be a shame-" Bryan cut her off on her words and push her to a nearby wall. Knife still in her hand, she started to push the weapon in-front of her for protection. She was no match for Bryan, and she knew it. Bryan, eyes still on Cam, pushed her to the wall, pinning her by her wrists. He was filled with anger, overwhelming anger. He was out of control, his mind traveled to the dark side. One of his knees on her thigh, one foot on her's. "I'll say it again, because it seems you weren't listening. Move the knife now." Cam had no way out, trapped by his overbearing body. Still, she refused to drop the weapon. Bryan tighten his grip, stepped deeper in her foot, pressed his knee deeper into her thigh. He gave her a smirk, " we can do this all day, or just drop it." "Or what?" She responded looking deep into his eyes filled with evil. "You'll regret it." "I don't regret anything." Bryan slowly move his hand towards her that held the knife. "That's what makes you a monster, Cam. Truly evil down to the core." He whispered to her. She started laughing briefly, then smiled looking into his eyes once more. The evil within both of them came out to play. "You liked evil though." She said with darkness in her voice. "Liked, that means not anymore." He spoke darkly. Without knowing, Bryan had taken the knife from her hand. She was so caught up in that moment of being with him, that he played with her hand until she released it from her grasp. He smiled at her, "thought you'd be harder to fool, guess I was wrong about that too." He showed her the knife, and watched the confusion on her face. Bryan threw the blade, which fell to the floor. He still hovered over her trembling body.
*Cam's P.O.V
"How did he do that? I had it right in my hand, how could he just take it without me knowing? He looks so upset, you can see the vein in his neck pulsing. His muscles in his arms flexed with anger. All for what? That girl?" She thought looking at the sleeping Laya, clueless of what is going on. "How did she do it?" She finally spoke, looking to the floor. Bryan shook me, pushing me to the wall. I could feel the pain shooting through . my body, it gave me a rush. "What are you talking about Cam?!" He screamed directly into my face. "She changed you. You use to be exactly like me, you use to love seeing others in pain." He stood there, released me from his grip and stepped back. "She didn't change me." He said turning to her body, trailing his hand down her cheek. "She made me realize, this, is wrong." "No one cared about us, Bryan, no one was there for us. Why should we care about what happens to them?" I asked shaking my head. I couldn't understand how much he has changed. Where was the dark Bryan I grew to care about?
*Bryan's P.O.V.
Why can't she see it? That Laya isn't hurting me, she helped me more than anything. "Does she know about your parents?" Cam looked at me with her confused facial expressions. It made me want to smack that stupid face right off. Those were the only words that could have made this little conversation worse. My silence told the answer, no. "Not everyone has to know about them, Cam." I tried to explain. "Your father was a serial killer, who raped and murder over hundreds of women across the world. Your mother, was his last victim, and survived. Although, she escaped and left you with him. Two years after, he commited sucicide in-front of you, because he was going to be caught sooner than later. Bryan, that's what turned you into a killer, not because of what you think happened. You're a sad, depressed, ironic, little man, who enjoys tormenting people. This girl, isn't going to change who you really are." I couldn't take it anymore. She went to far, my life was my business, no one elses. Laya made me a better person, she didn't need to know about my past. It's happening again, the overbearing, uncontrol anger. Count, come on you can't lose it. Laya will wake up, control yourself. I can't do this, "I don't care what you say about me," I stepped closer towards Cam's small body, "but don't you ever, ever say anything like that about Laya." I picked up the near by knife from the floor. "Oh, and my so-called "loving" father didn't commit suicide. You want to know how I know that? That's right, i killed him. My first rush of the kill, was the very man that brought me into this world. You know why I killed him?" I pointed the knife to Cam's face. "He pushed me too far, just like you are doing." This is what she does to me, she makes everything painful, and hatred. "I could kill you right now, do you understand that? I've changed Cam, more than you know. I've thought about this all before I met Laya. She just finally woke me up and, made me realize, there's more to life then ending others. You need to open your eye to the world of living." I held the knife close to me. I looked at Cam, why couldn't she just see Laya like I did?
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