Trapped

Chapter 8

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+CAMIELLE+

I groan as I twist and turn in the bed. I feel as if a heavy weight were on top of me. There is a little sunlight coming from a small window in the corner of the room, it looks as if it were 8:00 am. It's cool in the room and I see a little snow over near the same window in the small corner. I feel something next to me, My eyes shoot open and I slowly look down to find a muscular arm drapping my waist.

"Devon!" My voice seemed to startle him because his eyes immediately opened and he fell off the edge of the bed.

I look over the edge and smirk as I see him on the ground holding his side. I laugh a little as he groans and sits up in his spot. "You okay?" he asks. I bite my lip and try to keep from laughing again.

"Fine." He grunts.

"Were you spooning me?" I pull up the sand colored sheets with the beige cover under my arm and use my other arm to prop my head up so I can face him.

He looks at me with a shy smile on his face. "What makes you think that?" Devon's cheeks turn a rosy-pink color and he looks down. He's so adorable when he does that. I begin to blush and stop.

You're mad at him! Don't give in...

I repeat that very sentence in my head a few times listening to the words repeat in my head. I frown again and look down at him,

"You could have slept on the floor you know." I see him frown look down and bite his lip and I begin to regret those words,

Okay harsh much?

"It's okay though, I could have used the warmth."I bite my lip too.

"No, you're right. I shouldn't have slept with you." He frowns.

I love Devon but after his death stunt, I'm not sure if I can even trust him anymore.

"Devon," I start. He's out the door before I can finish.

I sigh in disappointment and look down at the blankets that were now wrinkled in between my fingers. The tighter my fists clenched, the whiter my knuckles got.

I release the sheets and I can see my skin regain its color. Chewing the inside of my cheek I get up slowly and look down at my dirty clothes.

I quietly walk down stairs, the steps creaking slowly when I put my weight on the step. I reach the last step and see that Ashley and John are asleep in the chairs in the living room. The fire in the fireplace as burned down a little and I look towards the kitchen, Devon's taking out groceries and putting them in an old white refrigerator.

There is a small wooden island in the middle of the kitchen, The groceries sitting on top. I stand in the corner of the kitchen, watching him place the food carefully into the fridge.

He pulls out a watermelon and his muscles ripple through his white v-neck top. I let out a small sigh and look towards the ground again.

Maybe I should apologize, because that was harsh and probably embarrassing,in the situation he was in.

I look back up and he's finished with the groceries. His face is relieved in a way, but also hurt. I chew on my lip as we awkwardly stand there and stare at each other.