Chapter Twelve: strong men DO cry-
We got a room in the loveliest bed and breakfast I've ever stayed at (not that I've ever stayed at more than two).
We were both asleep, me in the bed and Cam on the couch (Honey was curled up on the pillow beside me) and I was trapped in a horrible nightmare.
"Cam! Cam where are you!" It was all darkness, everywhere I turned. I couldn't see anything!
"I'm right here, Kayla!" Came a very scary voice out of the darkness. I thought I'd heard it
before but I couldn't quite place it. Who's ever voice it was, it wasn't Cam's. Everything started
spinning, and i was suddenly plunged into cold, dark water. Terror overwhelmed me as i
looked up into the face of Cam, who was laughing at me as I sank.
I coulnd't reach the surface.
Something was pulling me down.
I can't breath!
I woke up, gasping loudly for breath. Tears stung my eyes as I fought back noisy sobs, in result hiccuping just as loud.
"Kayla?" A sleepy voice came from the direction of the couch. "Kayla!" He was quickly at my side, pulling me into him and smoothing my hair out of my face. "It's okay," He whispered in my ear. "It was just a dream, everything is fine," He reached over and turned the bed side light on.
I knew it was a dream.
I knew everything was fine.
I knew Cam wasn't going to push me into fridged waters with an anchor tied to my ankle and laugh from the top as he watched me sink.
But I couldn't stop crying. "Why are we running away, Cam?" I asked. I was having a break down. I couldn't control what was coming out of my mouth. I hiccuped again, as more tears came. "Why did you leave me with just a note at first? Who is after you and why are they hurting you?" He tensed up, and his hand stopped playing in my hair, but he stayed.
He didn't get up and walk away.
He didn't get up at all.
He didn't throw me off of him.
He hugged me tighter.
"I did some bad things for money," He said. I already had this much figured out, though.
"Why?" Was all I could get out.
But what i wanted to say was what did you do? Did you kill someone? Why did you need the money? Did the police catch you? I don't understand why you have to run just because you did something bad. Is it drugs? Is it gangs? I don't understand, Cam, TALK!
But i didn't.
"I... I had to have the money to take care of something that I wasn't ready to let go of yet," I could tell it was hard to talk about it, but he pressed on. "Someone that I hated was diagnosed with cancer. His name was Jack. There wasn't enough money to pay for Jack's medical expences, so he was practically doomed to await his death until his lung cancer kills him. I wasn't ready for him to die, because I didn't want to hate him. I didn't want for him to die when we were on bad terms. I now realize that it was pretty selfish, and stupid, but it was something i was set on. Jack couldn't pass away while he still harted me and I hated him. So... he didn't. When Jack died, he knew I cared about him, and we were good friends. But... I did some bad things for the money that bought Jack the time he deserved,"
