Midnight in Vipera Cove

Chapter 6 - Memories are overrated

Chapter 6

“Hello my dear, dear friend” the person in from of her spoke, sending shivers down her spine. “It has been a while, you know” he said, walking towards her, while her grip on the middle-aged woman tightened. “Oh, don’t be afraid of me! I am the least of your concerns right now” he said, as he continued walking towards the bed. “Everybody leave this room, I think it is time for the future king to have a little chat with the key of his success” he said, making everybody, including the guards, leave the room. Once everybody left, there was dead silence filling the room. He ran his fingers through his brown hair as he neared himself towards the front of the bed, where she was placed. Her grip on the blanket tightened as she refused to meet his gaze. “Why aren’t you looking at me?” he asked, his voice filled with ego, yet concern. “You know why” she finally spoke up, merely sounding like a whisper. “I am sorry” he suddenly said, his voice sounding full of guilt and sadness. “Yeah right” she replied back, sarcastically. “No, I mean it” he said, seating besides her on the bed, making her look at him, straight in the eyes. “I swear, if I had the choice” he explained, pulling his hand out, and slowly moving her bangs behind her ear, to which she replied by swiftly turning towards the opposite side. He quickly pulled back his hand, embarrassed. “I am sorry” he repeated quietly, while she just kept looking through the window, with a view of pitch blackness. “Why did you come here?” she asked bluntly. “You know why” he replied, joining her by staring through the window as well. “I am not going to help him, I am not like you” she replied, turning her gaze towards him, while his blue met her brown eyes in return. “I had my reasons to help him, don’t blame me for this” he replied angrily defending himself, as his veins became visible on his neck. “No, I don’t blame you for this, I blame myself for everything, for befriending you in the first place” she replied harshly, to which he got up from the bed and walked towards the door. “You will have to give us the key” he said, before leaving. “You will have to kill me first” she replied “And I am very sure you can do that without thinking twice”, “Do you think that low of me?” he asked, turning towards her, his face drowning into innocence and his eyes turning blurry. “You have no idea how low I think of you” she replied with disgust, making him to turn on his heels and forcefully closed the door. As he was gone, her grip on the blanket tightened, and tears escaped her eyes. “Why?” was all she could ask, until her surroundings became dark, as she gave in to her tardiness and retired for the night.

“Umm, Olivia, are you okay?” A masculine voice asked, bringing me back to reality. As I opened my eyes, I met the lights of the parking lot of our school. Once I came back to my norms, I was bombarded with Cameron’s questions “Are you okay? Do you have narcolepsy? Can you even hear me?”

“Cameron, I am fine, no I do not have narcolepsy and a can obviously hear you” I replied to his questions.

 “How long was I out?” I asked, quickly getting up, brushing off my clothes. “Around 2 minutes I think, now come on! We are getting late!” Cameron said, opening the front seat of his sleek Porsche. Of course he would have an expensive car!

It took us around 10 minutes of awkward silence to reach Cameron’s house, which was in fact more like a mansion. As I entered his house, I was greeted by warmth and smell of chocolates. “Cammy, is that you honey?” A warm, yet familiar voice called out from a place which looked like the kitchen.

“Mom!” Cameron shouted, dragging the word, while he slightly blushed. If he wasn’t a haughty narcissist, I would have thought it was kind of cute. “And who did you bring here today?” The woman asked, as a figure appeared next to the kitchen door. “She is my tutor” Cameron explained. “Right, tutor” his mother mocked, as she sighed with disbelief. Once we realized what Cameron’s mother thought we were, all of a sudden, we started laughing like maniacs, “Me and .. and him?” “Her?” We both kept laughing with our hands in our bellies, while a confused woman stared at us like we were delivered from the mental hospital in a matchbox.