It's His Fault (On Hold)

Chapter eight: stranger

I lay on the bed weak and confused. Hurt mentally and physically.

He pulls on his pants and looks down at me even though I don't look I just know he's watching me lay like a coward. A coward that can't handle rough sex with her boyfriend.

It's not my fault.

I've been traumatized in this place though not the same place..exactly.

Raped repeatedly. Many man. Now my man.

Once he's out of the room and closes the door I weakly sit up and pull on my underwear and shirt. I don't feel like wearing pants so I leave them off and just plop on the edge of the bed with little to no care.

Then.

Knock knock.

"Yeah?" I shout not trying to shout. "It's Cam, can I come in?" Through the door his voice comes. "Yeah." My voice lower than before. The door cracks slowly open and his head comes through before the rest of his body.

He closes the door behind him.

I hope he didn't hear any of that.

He makes his way over with caution and worry fitting his structured face. "Can I sit?" His voice low and soft. "Mhm." I don't even open my mouth this time.

"You know you can talk to me right?" He's right. He was always the one I could talk to as long as I've been here. I trust him. He's often taking care of Salvina with or for me. Demetrius has been the same..up until now.

I don't like doing this. I don't ejoy the feeling of doing bad. Committing sin is something I rather not do. I'm just tired of being hurt.

My head nodding up and down as I look at his jeans.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did." I joke. His eyes lighten and his teeth show in his soothing smile. "Kidding, go ahead." I follow up after my hilarious joke. The smile fades into his serious face.

"Is there something going on between you--and Taretto?"

Uh oh. I don't bother to jump right into the answer. Until...

"Alice?" He bows his head lower to get a better look at my face with my head hanging down. And I get to wondering if I should tell him, is my trust able to go this far with him.

He is crazy. I don't want anything bad to happen.

"Yes." I whisper ashamed of my own words my own actions. This isn't me. I lift my head the slightest smidgen to see his expression and he seems as calm as ever. The only thing is the flexed jaw. He's always doing that because..he's crazy.

"By force?" He asks softly. "Yes--no..not really." His eyes search my face. "Why?"

"I was tired."

"Of what?"

"Being hurt." A lump forms in my throat. "Demetrius has been hurting you?" Pressure grows in his tone. "No, not Metry."

"Tommy?"

Silence.

"Alice?" He says.

Silence.

"Cam?" I skip over his want for answers.

Breathe.

"Yes?" He answers kindly.

Breathe.

"I."

I shouldnt. I can't. I need to. No.

"Never mind." I bite my tongue to hide me secret back in my chest. He touches my knee and I jump a bit. Once again not expecting my own reaction I apologize.

"If you don't want me to tell I won't, I don't want you to keep so much in its not good for you."

What is he a therapist now? He's fucking crazy how could he know anything about this?

"Later." Maybe I will actually tell him later. I really want to tell someone, it's killing me keeping this a secret all on my own. If the baby is Demetrius's I want it to be healthy, my stressing won't help any. Even if it's not his I still want to make sure it's okay, it's still my child.

I hope and pray the baby is not Tommy's.

"This thing with Taretto..was it only once?" He asks. "Yes."

"And it won't happen again?"

"No it won't, it's not like me to do something like that. I don't want to hurt Demetrius."

"Good, I don't wanna see him hurt he's like my brother and he really cares about you."

Him saying this makes me feel better. He does care about me. So what just happened was just him showing how much he cares.

He rubs my back in comfort and reassurance then gets up to leave me in my thoughts. Before opening the door he says something in his low voice.

"He didn't mean it."

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"You gonna play with me mommy?" Baby Salvina says from the back seat. "Hmm..I don't know mommy's getting old." I tease and play. Of course I'm going to play with my sweet baby. "Mommy." She whines ever so cutely. "Hm--alright I guess I could play for a while."

I look over and Demetrius had his eyes on the road with a smile on his face.

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"Higher." She shouts swinging her little legs. I push her again and start to feel nauseous. My first move is to grasp my stomach and breathe. This may be a little obvious. Oops.

"Babe you okay?" Shit shit shit. He seen. Oh no. Remove hand from belly. Stand up straight. Calm the breathing.

"Mhm." Shit shit shit. He comes around me and tries to comfort me.

"Is everything okay over here?"

A deep voice says.

Demetrius and I turn at the same time and my heart drops. Demetrius has a slightly tighter grip around me.

He's looking down at me. The silence is thick, the sound of Salvina's swing squeaking as us adults stand in tense air. This isn't right.

"Uh--" I can't scramble words together. "Yes everything's fine." Demetrius speaks for us. I turn and get Salvina out of the swing to go over to the slides.

"Who is this beautiful young lady?" Says this person. "I think you should leave." Demetrius speaks once again. "Hi." Salvina says to the person she knows as stranger.

"Hello sweetheart how are you?" He bends a little to do the baby act with Salvina. "Good."

"Okay time to go." Says Demetrius.

"I would like to have a word with you." Him speaking to me. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I don't care what you think." Says the guy.

"Come on babe." Demetrius pulls me along with his arm on my lower back. The stranger looks extremely irritated.

"Babe?" Goes the stranger.

He begins to laugh.

"Is there something funny." Demetrius stops and turns to face this stranger.

"Yes actually there is."

"Yeah and what's that?"

"You."