Girl Causing Chaos

Chapter 22 - Peas in a Pod

*Allys POV part 2*

"C'mon, let's get you indoors and cleaned up a little bit, okay?" Cam said, sitting up and lifting me into his arms.

He carried me indoors and sat me down on the kitchen counter whilst rummaging through the freezer.

"What are you looking for?" I asked him as he pulled things out and replaced them again.

"I don't know, something cold, ice cubes?" He replied with frown lines etched into his head. He didn't seem very certain about his medical skills.

I hopped of the side and opened a drawer to get out a plaster for the couple of scratches I'd gotten on my arms and then returned to my position in the counter.

"Ah! Found some ice cubes!" Cam explained, yanking them from the freezer. He held the bag up proudly and then wrapped some up in a kitchen towel and put the rest of the bag back.

"Okay, hold still, this might sting a little." He told me, gently touching the now cold kitchen towel to my swollen lip.

"Ouch! Son of a bitch!" I cussed, automatically pulling away from it.

Cam grabbed both of my wrists in his spare hand and used them to pull my body forward again, "if you don't do this now, it will turn into a big nasty bruise and I know you're not gonna want that." He warned, dabbing the towel to my face once again but keeping hold of my wrists at the same time so I couldn't pull back.

The pain eventually started to subside and I relaxed, feeling a lot calmer now that I was safe and cared for.

"Thank you Cameron." I said quietly, looking at the floor.

"Well, you probably wouldn't have thought to do this yourself and I can actually see where the bruises are gonna show up so its probably easier for me to-"

"-not for that, well I guess for that too, I just meant for protecting me and then letting my cry and now this..." I interrupted.

He put his index finger under my chin and gentle pushed it to look him in the eyes, he smiled softly and said nothing but, "it's my pleasure." And continued his surgery.

We sat in silence for a while as he worked, I started to pick at the nail varnish on my fingers when he suddenly stopped.

"What?" I asked, looking up at his pained expression.

"I just- I can't believe that that man would do this to you." He explained, very carefully stroking along my jaw where a bruise was already starting to appear.

I fought back a flinch, not wanting him to move his hand away even if it stung a little, "that disgusting man, was my father." I muttered sourly.

"That was you're dad?" He asked in shock.

"Unfortunately, yes." I said quietly, watching his reaction through my long eye lashes.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, "well, you definitely didn't get all his personality traits."

"Except for his tallness, his rudeness and his temper." I replied sulkily.

He looked down at me and put my face in both his hands, "that's how you see yourself?" I nodded silently, tears threatening to fall again, but I blinked them back, "Alison, you are not those things, you are beautiful and kind and smart and generous and sweet. Just because he's you're biological father doesn't mean he's your dad, he didn't raise you. You are nothing like him."