I'm Not One of Them

I Don't Need Your Pity.

I let out a breath, knowing that everything was going to be okay now that he was here. I was safe.

“Cam,” I managed to cough out.

Cameron sprinted to where I was and knocked the guy out cold, yelling at him like he could still hear him. I caught his eyes and he just looked at me. I felt so hideous. Why did he have to see me like this? God he must think I’m some pathetic little slut.

He carefully came closer to me, making sure he wasn’t going to scare me off. As soon as his hand caressed my cheeks, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, scared that if I let go, he’d disappear.

“God, I was so scared, Wren,” he breathed out into my hair. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

What was he talking about? Tell him what? “Tell you what?” I asked him in confusion.

“That this happened before, Wree,” he pulled away, looking into my eyes and I noticed they had bags under them, as if he’d been worrying about me for these past few weeks. Suddenly, I was enraged.

“What, so that you can feel bad for me? Oh, so that you’d treat me as some special case? No, I don’t want you treating me like some baby or like you have to care about me. I’ve had enough of that in my life,” I snapped back, breathing heavily and still holding onto him.

He looked at me dumbfounded, “Wren, I wouldn’t have to pretend to actually care about you, are you that oblivious? Maybe if you stopped acting like a fucking child you’d notice the people around you. And you’d realize there are people who actually worry for you. Like I have. For days!”

I winced back when I heard him yell at me, “I don’t need you to pity me, Cam,” I said, not really knowing how to respond to him.

Throwing his head back, he laughed. Wait – he laughed? What the hell was so funny about any of this! Giving him a confused look, I cocked my head out, signalling for him to explain himself.

“Wree,” he started with a smile forming from ear to ear. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and continued, “You are the most stubborn person I have ever met. But you’re special. And just because this happened to you, doesn’t make me repulsed by you. You can never repulse me.”

His face inched closer and I felt his lips graze mine softly, “You’re too beautiful to ever achieve that,” he finished as his eyes flickered to my bitten back lip.

He brought his hand to my face and rubbed his padded thumb across my chapped lips, “So beautiful,” he mumbled.

Before you know it, our lips collided and his hands pulled my face closer, like that were even possible. I felt his soft tongue lick my bottom lip begging for an entrance as the kiss became heated. Denying him access, I heard a low growl escape his throat and I giggled.

Pulling back from the kiss, he looked at me with a quizzical look, “Why’d you do that,” he asked his voice raspier than it already was. God, he sounded so sexy.

Running my hand through his hair, I pecked the side of his head and answered, “Because, we’re outside and I’m half naked. And I’m not that easy,” I winked.

His face blushing in realization, he shrugged his jacket off and put if over me, making sure I was covered in every way possible.

“Thank you,” I whispered, giving him a soft kiss.

He carried me to his car as I fell into a light sleep with my head on his chest. Placing me in the passenger seat, I felt him buckle me up and place a chaste kiss on my forehead, and just like that I was a goner.

I thought I heard him mumble something, but I could be terribly mistake, seeing as I fell into a slumber sleep the minute I hit the head cushion of the car seat.

Cameron’s POV

“I love you so much,” I admittedly whispered in her ear as I shut the car door.

Sighing to myself, I looked at the beautiful girl sleeping next to me and thanked God that she was okay. If that were to happen to her again, I don’t know what I would do.

I put the car in drive and drove off to my place, determined for her to sleep over and stay somewhere safe.

As I parked the car in the driveway, I carried Wren into the house, and placed her gently on my bed. I took out a pair of pyjamas for her to wear. Taking off my jacket from her frail body, I stared at the bruises starting to form around her torso.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered through gritted teeth. 

That prick is going to go to hell for what he did, I thought.

My eyes softened as I heard her whimper from lack of clothing she had on. Putting my shirt over her head and around her tiny frame, I tucked her in and kissed her cheek.

As I was making my way out the door, I heard a tiny voice coming from the bed, “Stay.”

Did she just ask me to stay? Looking over at her angelic face, I walked slowly towards my bed. God, I wish she were mine.

Getting under the covers, I pulled her gently to my chest and hugged her body to mine. This is how it should be, her and I.  Finally feeling like my heart was full again,

I closed my eyes and as I was drifting off, I heard my cute little angel mumble in her sleep,

“I love you too Cam,” My eyes shot open and I looked down at her wondering if she had woken up from the body heat I was giving her. But she was asleep, and she probably didn’t know what she was talking about anyway.

Sighing disappointingly, I kissed the top of her head, “Okay, love, okay.”