Broken Trust

A Proposal (triple pov)

chris's pov
I watched Beth as she slept sound beside me, snuggling up to me with her leg over my waist and her forehead resting on mine. I ran my index and middle finger down her cheek, feeling her breath on my lips.

My hand traveled down her thigh, grabbing her bare ass.

She stirred around a little and her eyes fluttered open, smiling tiredly.

"Mm, you didn't get enough last night?".

"I can never get enough of you..."., I whispered, kissing down her bare chest., "...So are you going to tell me how did you get those scars now?".

She chuckled dryly and sighed, looking down at the scars briefly.

"Which ones?".

I looked down the scars and moved my eyes down to the three scars on her lower stomach.

"All of them".

"The ones on my collarbone are from a guy called David Blanker. He shot me a few times before I could put on my bulletproof vest. I was in the hospital for a few days".

"Oh...these ones?"., I put my hand gently over the scars on her lower stomach, scared I was going to hurt her in some way if I pressed down to hard.

"That..uh..."., she gulped., "...That happened about a month ago actually. I got into a fight with a serial killer, because he's known for strangulation, I didn't realise he had a knife on him. He uh...got away, leaving me on the ground, I almost bled to death".

"Oh..."., I looked up at her, pressing my lips against hers., "...I'm so sorry".

I felt my brain starting to fog up, and I screwed my eyes shut because it started to make me feel dizzy. My upper lip started to twitch and I took a deep breath in.

''Cam? Is that you?''.. she asked.

cameron's pov
I opened my eyes and smiled as I looked at the beautiful girl in front of me, feeling her leg around my waist and her not even inches away from me.

Damn, Chris is one lucky fucker.

''G'day, Beth. ...''., he spoke in a general australian accent., ''...It's been a while, good to see you again''.

She smiled softly but quickly frowned.

''I didn't mean to stress Chris out''.

''Don't worry about it, that pussy can't handle stress for shit. I do it for him''.

''Come on, Cam, you know why he can't handle stress''.

''Ok, whatever. What stressed the little shit out this time?''.

''He wanted to know where I got my scars from''.

''What scars?''., my eyebrows furrowed, looking at her confused.

''My stomach and collarbone''.

My eyes travelled down her body and I saw gunshot wounds and what looked to be stab wounds. I ran my hands over them, feeling the anger rise up and swell in my head.

I want to find this bastard. I need to find a way to know who he is.

"Well, it can't be to hard to find him if you know their name right?".

"You'd be surprised how hard it is, even with a strange name like his".

"Strange name?"., I questioned, wanting the fucking name.

"Yeah, Redley Yarrow".

Redley Yarrow? I know him, he's a friend of mine. I know exactly where he is.