Betting On A Lost Soul (PAUSED)

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"Oh, my god! Cameron are you ok?!" I looked at a busted up Cameron. His lip was bleeding, he had bloody knuckles, and a bruise on his forehead.

"Whatever" he mumbled walking into his room. Me being stubborn, I followed him into his room.

"Come here" I grabbed his arm pulling him but failing. He stood his ground staring at me with a deep hatred yet pained look.

"Fine" I walked to the kitchen and pulled out the emergency kit, that we were provided with. I walked back to his room and dragged him into his bathroom.

"Sit"

"Who do you think-"

"Look I know you hate me but it doesn't mean I'll leave you like this" I was beyond irritated with his attitude about this.

I got the alcohol bottle and sprayed a few times on a cotton ball. I stood between his legs and held his face in one hand. I started to dab his cuts as he hisses. I felt his gaze on me the whole time but I didn't want to look into his eyes. It would remind me how much he if a dick he is.

"Ok this may hurt"

"I know I'm not 7" he groaned.

I ran his hands under the water then wiped his knuckles with a towel. I got the iodine wound spray and sprayed his knuckles then dabbed his knuckles with the towel.

"Why are you helping me" he finally spoke up. I looked up to meet his gaze.

"I don't know, it was an instinct" I dropped his gaze then walked out.

Why did I help him? I tried remembering his troubled yet infuriated eyes.

"I can't believe you got into a fight!" I yelled at the beaten up boy.

"It's not my fault some guy slapped your ass!"

"Come, let's clean you up" I pulled him into the bathroom and got the emergency kit to clean his bruises.

"I'm sorry Dani, gosh why are you helping me after I was such a jerk" He looked down.

"No, you were just being the protective brother you are. I love you for being protective but you can't start fights left and right"

I gasped, holding onto the wall. I made my way to my room and changed into some shorts, a random hoodie, and fuzzy socks, I don't know where I got them but I've had them since high school.

I hopped into bed and looked at my ceiling thinking of the boy I saw. Brother? I don't have a brother. That's what the orphanage said.

I started drifting off to sleep with the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. The two voices boomed through the thin walls.

"Looks like they're all asleep" was the last thing I heard until I let my mind drift away.

"One day someone will find you" he raked his long fingers up and down my thigh.

"I've spent a decade watching you, cautiously, waiting to get you into my hands." His touch made me shiver.

"So don't think I'm going to give up without a fight babe" I struggled to get out of his grip, his calm tone frightened me.

"Hey look at me"

"Hey"

"HEY"