Waking up, I hold my head. It was pounding like crazy, and it was to hard too get up. So this is how it was like to get a hangover. I'm never getting another one of those. I'm done with drinking.
I get up, walking to the bathroom freaking slow just to get Advil. After taking to pill, I wash my face, and look at the mirror. My hair is a birds nest. I still have sleep in my eyes, and- Who's shirt am I wearing? It's a silk grey tee. I try to think about yesterday but my mind is foggy, and I cant seem to think. I shrug my shoulders, walking out to get a fresh pair of clothes. Taking a shower, and getting freshened up, I grab the T-shirt and go to Cameron's room.
As i knock, the door opens slowly, giving me an eerie feeling. I peak my head inside, to see if he's in the room, but he's not. Me being the weird person i am, I sit on his bed, and actually wait for him. Yes ... I'm weird and Cameron is kinda growing on me, I mean come on, he actually is starting to like me ... Okay, I actually don't know his feeling towards me, but I'm sure it's not that bad.
I place the shirt down on the bed, and stand up walking to the window. Cameron had a way better view then i did, his view wasn't covered up with other hotels like mine. I turn around, and something catches my eye. It looks like a shirt of some sort on the floor.
Turning on the light, I gasp taking a step back. There on the floor of the bathroom, in a corner, were bloody clothes. The outfit looked like the one the guy that came into my room was wearing. I crouched down, and grabbed something else that was under the pile. The Mask, the creepy mask. I look to my right, and see boots.
Cameron is the guy. He was in my room, watching me sleep. He's the killer , the murder of all those women.
"Hey! What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I turn around quickly to see a charging Cam. I cant make a run for, and I actually cant move. Its like my feet were super glued to the floor. He grabs me, and throws me on top of the bed, grabbing my wrists in one hand and holding them above my head. He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a switchblade.
"Tell me why I shouldn't kill you," He growls, pressing the knife to my cheek, trailing it down to my neck.
"You wouldn't," I say simply. I wasn't scared like I should be, which is weird for me cause I get scared room my own shadow. "You don't have the balls to kill me."
"You wanna bet darling? I've been wanting to strangle you since the minute i met you."
I laugh is his face, more like am insane laugh. "If you wanted to kill me since the minute you met me, why didn't you do it when you were in my room" Hm" Answer me that Cameron?"
He cant. He looks shocked that I'm actually calm about this. I knee him in the crotch, catching him off guard. The blade is on the bed now. I jump on top of Cameron, my knees holding his arms in place so he doesn't move. I grab the witch blade and point it in his face. His eyes widen, and I smirk at him.
"Don't test me Cameron. You think you're king because you kill women. Well guess again, buddy.
I will not be ordered or tortured like slave for your sick pleasure."
He rolls his eyes at me, and I cheek. He winces, throwing his head back. "Now, be a good boy." I say tapping his cheek.
I get off of him, putting the blade in my bra (Don't judge me, I am a girl), walking away. Right and I'm about to open the door. I'm pulled back. I run into him. I lookup, his eyes look menacing, the dark brown eyes I saw from my first day here. He was furious.
"That was the sexist thing any women has done to me," he says, before pressing his lips on mine.
I didn't know how to react. A hot serial killer was kissing me. His hands are tight around my waist, bringing me even closer to him. He wraps his arms around me, lifting me up, and kissing mr. All of his current emotion was flowing through this passionate kiss, and I could believe what I was feeling. Confusing, anger, frustration, and .... nervousness.
He pulls back, setting me down on my feet. His eyes are still on fire, and he gives me a creepy smile. "You're a pain in my ass you know."
"I bet I am, but you love it."
He scoffs. "Sure I do Allyson. But next time, stay out of my room."
"I only came by to gave you back your shirt," I say rolling my eyes at him. He's such an arrogant prick sometimes.
"I heard that you know,' he dead- pans, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well.... good! You need to know that," I fire back, but it was the worst comeback ever. " Anyways, explain to me why you do what you do. You kissing me just confused the hell out of me cause you hate women."
He sighs, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Sit down, cause this is going to be a long story."
