The Queen of England

Chapter 28 Haunted

"Cameron." Britt says.

The guy is staring her down, then he looks at me.

"Moved on already?" Cameron asks my wife.

Brittany doesn't answer. "She has." I say.

"Ooh. A British boy? Trying to make me jealous?" Cameron asks.

"No." Brittany says quietly.

"Good. You should know better than that." he says with a warning tone to his voice.

Britt has bowed her head. Is she afraid of him? Who is he?

"Brittany lets go." I say, before I explode.

"Don't you dare." Cameron warns.

The guards are there. "Cody," Brittany breathes.

"Come on." I say. "Let's get out of here."

She follows me out, and as we go I hear him calling after her. "I'll find you, Brittany." He calls.

Once I get her in the car and we start to drive away, I demand to know who this man is.

"He doesn't matter." Brittany says.

"Bullshit. I've never seen you act that way. Who was he, Britt?" I demand.

"I don't want to talk about it." she tells me.

"Please Britt." I say. Then it hits me and she doesn't have to say it.

"It's him. That's the guy who used to try and control you." I say.

"That's not all he did." Brittany whispers.

She's staring out the window. "Britt? What do you mean?" I ask.

"I don't want to talk about it." She repeats.

"Brittany tell me. I want to know." He says.

She gives me a glare for the ages. "What did Kate do to you?" She asks.

She has me there.

When I don't answer, she shakes her head. "That's what I thought." She mutters.

I want to push her further, but I don't think it will do any good.

So I drop the subject.

***
Seeing Cameron effectively ruins my honeymoon. I ask Cody to go back to the apartment and when we get there I go to my old room and sleep. Cody comes to get me for dinner but I'm not hungry. Worried, May comes up later on to talk to me, but I can't even talk to her.

Cameron.

He was there.

I finally felt safe enough to go back to my old favorite place and he was there, to ruin it for me the way he ruins everything.

Including me.

At around 9:30, Cody comes up to my room exhausted. "May I sleep in here?" He asks. He looks worried but he hasn't pressed me about Cameron again since we left the bowling alley.

"We are married." I say.

"I just thought you might be mad at me." he says shyly.

Am I mad at him? No. Mad isn't really what I'm feeling right now. It's more like fear and worry and shock. But not anger. I just don't really want anyone to touch me right now. I want to be left alone with my thoughts and cry in my own peace.

But I can't ask Cody to understand that when I won't even tell him what Cameron did.

"I'm not mad at you, Cody. Should I be?" I ask.

"No, I don't think so." he says with a smile.

"Come on then. Hop in." I say.

He smiles like a little boy and removes his pants and shirt, slipping in bed next to me and pulling the quilt over us.

"You're wearing too many clothes." He whines.

"I'll take them off." I say.

I climb out of bed and remove my jeans, t shirt, bra, and then pull Cody's discarded t shirt on before crawling back into bed.

"Much better." He says, snuggling up to me.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you too." He says back.

There's a long silence while I think about my past and I think he's falling asleep.

"Britt?" He asks.

"Yes?"

"Do you still think you could be pregnant?"

I hold my breath. Id forgotten.

"I....i don't know." I whisper.

Fuck.

Cody is obviously very sleepy. He kisses my cheek and nuzzles his face into my shoulder.

"I hope you are." He mumbles.

"You do?!" I say, appalled.

But Cody has fallen asleep.

As if I didn't have enough on my mind.