I lean on my window, thinking about that mysterious man. Try as I may, just can't get him out of my mind. It's like taking drugs, addictive and haunting. Oh, and the tingles. My goodness, the tingles. It felt so right, yet the situation is so, so...... Wrong. Danger was all I sensed. Yet, I wanted t bury myself in his warm embrace. Something tells me I can trust him, that he will never hurt me. Somehow. I can't forget it, not the intense, heated look he gave me, not the touch on my cheek that was so tender, so comforting, nor the tingles that ignited my whole body from that one touch, and mostly I can't, just can't forget the feeling he left inside me.
I sigh, feeling the slight warmth spreading on my cheek due to the chilly night air. I try to focus on something else. I think about my work. The one day I decide to cover for my friend and try out at pole dancing, I get caught by... Cameron. I was really nervous, and even more so knowing he was watching me dance. Dancing is my all-time favourite, right after music. It's why I chose DJ-ing as my career choice. Knowing I can listen to all those songs I love, create and maybe even debut or sell my music gives me this indescribable joy. I feel like I can soar into the sky just thinking about it.
I think the dance went well, considering I got all those cheers and wolf whistles. And that smoldering gaze I got from him. Truth be told, there's a sort of high when I danced. However, the aftereffects of it is horrible. Just remembering all those people looking at me...ugh. I shiver just thinking about those sleazy bastards .
Unconsciously, my thoughts go back to Cameron. I think about where he is, what he could be doing right now, when I might meet him again. Will he go back to the club? Maybe. I haven't seen him for a couple days though, and I admit I felt disappointed when I didn't see him. I still feel that way. It's hard working while thinking about him, but there's no way to dispel him from my mind. It's etched there, like he carved it there, and shoved his way into my foremost thoughts. Like a prominent scar.
Suddenly I feel a chill run down my spine, and as if on instinct, I turn my head to my right, where I try to pinpoint the pair of eyes staring at me. Vaguely, I see a shadow behind the trees that look strangely like a person, and in the back of my mind I register that it is dangerous. However, I don't move from my spot.
I squint my eyes trying to see the person, when the shadow suddenly disappears, making me think it was a figment of my imagination.God, I'm starting to hallucinate. I'm just about to turn my back and leave my spot by the window when out of nowhere, a head pops up right in front of me.
"Ah!" I jump back and scream from the top of my lungs. In my haste, I trip over my legs and fall onto my back, on the floor. My consciousness is face-palming herself. Just imagine, tripping over my own legs! However, my hysteric self just doesn't register that embarrassment.
When my lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, I take a short break to breathe in a large gulp of air before opening my mouth to scream, but it comes out muffled. "Mmh!" I didn't realize the stranger climbed into my room. His hand is over my mouth, while the other restrains my hands as I struggle and writhe around in his grip.
Suddenly, I register the sparks I feel on my skin, and I stop moving to assess the situation. Feeling that I stopped struggling, he loosens his grip, but doesn't let go. I turn around to see his face, but reel back at what I find.
His eyes are different from what I remember. It doesn't hold the same light I remember both times I saw him before this. His face looks harder, colder, his features more chiseled. He seems to have lost that tender, soft and loving look I have come to remember, know of, and anticipate to see. It gives me a creepy feeling, a sense of foreboding I can't exactly put my fingers on. He stares at me with that blank, emotionless look and then I jumped back to reality.
"What the hell are you thinking, barging into my room and scaring me half to death, uninvited and through the window, may I add?" I snap at him, raising my hand to smack his shoulder. When he just grabs my hand and hold it mid-swing with no problem, I jerk back in surprise and look at him with wide eyes.
"What the hell?" Is the first thing that pops into my mind. I try to pull my hand our of his hold, but he only tightens his grip. "Cameron, let me go." I expect him to let me go, but what I don't expect is a shake of head. He tightens his grip even more, as though preparing to do something, and the foreboding feeling returns tenfold.
The last time I felt this was... no, don't think about the past Alex. I shake my head, then cry out in pain, sure that the grip he has on my wrist is going to leave a very ugly bruise. When I cried out, I thought I saw a hint of concern in his eyes, the heated look he has given me before, but in an instant it snaps back to that cold exterior.
Before I know what's happening, he hits the back of my head and I fall forward, blackness clouding my vision. Just before I completely disappear from reality and lose all sense of the light that I know is around me, I thought I heard him say, "I'm sorry." Before I can think too much into it, I sink into the throes of oblivion, where darkness is my only companion in this new phase of my way-too-complicated life. Please Cameron...... I trust you.
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I am so so sorry! It took such a long long time for me to upload this chapter. Apologies x1000 times. Comment about how this chapter went?
~Flora
