Wolf

Cleanliness

Chapter 12

            I hated being stuck in Cameron’s house; it was like my own personal hell. My phone was dead so I had no communication to the outside world, all I could do was hope somebody had realized I was gone, most likely someone in my family. I held onto the hope that somebody out there was looking for me. When Cameron would leave me alone in the room, I would study the map. A part of me hoped it was a map of my surroundings, but the thing about it was it had no landmarks, only streets. I often wondered what the x’s were for, but was never able to quite figure it out.

            The asshole, Cameron, would occasionally check on me to make sure I hadn’t committed suicide or tried to escape. Then he would feed me, usually just chicken, since for some reason he had no vegetables. But, then again, this was expected from a werewolf. Every once and awhile I would have vegetables, but that was a rare occurrence. I didn’t really think anything of it, since I had only been at his house for three days.

            Even in that three day time period, I was desperate for help. I wanted out of the hell I was in. My days were spent staring out the window, studying the map, or trying to break the window. My mind would always wonder if Raleigh had figured out I was gone and if he was looking for me. He had to have known my scent by now, as much as we had been around each other. I remember he would always tell me I smelled good.

            Cameron had come into the room the third day and had gotten a good whiff of me. “Ugh, you need a shower, Jesus,” he had said, waving the air in front of him. I guess the extra sensitive nose had gotten the best of him, since I didn’t smell anything. Besides, as much as a sinner he was, I was surprised he was using Jesus’ name. “Get up, let’s go to the bathroom.”

            “I have no clothes,” I said, crossing my arms. I was sitting on the bed; my back leaned up against the wall. “I’m not taking a shower and getting right back into dirty shit.” Cameron shook his head.

            “I don’t have time for this bs, I have a date today, I’m not gonna let you ruin it.” I chuckled.

            “Who could possibly wanna date you?” In seconds Cameron was standing in my face, we were nose to nose.

            “You possibly. But then again, I’m not a lap dog.” I was getting tired of Cameron’s shit talk about Raleigh. He barely knew him, but was sitting here saying so much bad stuff about him. I held back the urge to hit the fucker in his face. “Take a shower, lap dog’s bride. I’ll work on getting you spare clothes.” Cameron disappeared from my face and left the room. I shook my head, lap dog’s bride? Really? Were we serious here? I rose from the place I was sitting and walked down the hall to the bathroom. The closet I had hid in was now closed, but every time I walked past it I still remembered the horrible fear. I entered the bathroom and shivered, the house was colder than the room. Quickly, I figured out the shower knobs, stripped down, and got in. It felt nice to feel the warm water hit my face and run down my body. I could feel the pain in my side going away and my back getting less tense. Maybe a shower was what I needed. A few minutes later, I heard Cameron enter the bathroom. “I’ve got clothes for you.” I paid no attention to my surroundings, until I heard a door unlock, the front door. “Shit, that’s my dad!” I could hear the panic in Cameron’s voice; he was petrified of being found out.

            “Cameron!” his dad yelled, then I heard the door close.

            “In here!”  Cameron answered. I snickered in silence, this should be good. Footsteps casually walked to the door, and then there was a light rap.

            “Are you taking a shower?”

            “Yes.”

            “Alright.” The footsteps started leading down the hall, towards the other bedroom and then became too faint to hear.  I shook my head, now I was stuck in here with Cameron until his dad left or he could sneak away.  His dad then left his room and walked past the bathroom door. “I’m heading to the bar. Be back later.” After that, I heard the front door open and shut. I was in for a long night of loneliness.