When I say King, you say Dom

Chapter 6

       If there was ever time I had wished my life was more exciting. I'm sure this wasn't how I imagined it. In fact, thinking about it my life was perfectly wonderful, there wasn't much missing. I mean Penny wasn't in my life anymore, but the memories were bright and vivid and I would heal overtime. Why would fate be so cruel! In my mind I thought I was a normal person, being normal. My life was safe and it was great.

      "Mother we need to go!" Reality kicked started when I heard Cameron yelling.  My mind was shutting down, there was too much to process. How was this real? Was I going to wake up from this nightmare? "No, you and you sister need to find your father! He will protect you, you cant let Ravanus find you!" My mum ran past me and out of the dinning room. I could see the black dots dancing around in my vision. I'd see this once before, I was nine and I was playing my the swings and my mother had told me not to go to close to the kids on the swings. One child leap off and I was so shocked I ran close towards the swing. You can imagine I was an idiot, the swing hit me square in my face. I fell back and before I passed out I saw black spots dancing all around me. I knew I was close to fainting, my body was going into shock.

     Cameron was looking towards the windows, his facial expressions were worrying. " What is happening?! I need to know! who is going to kill us? WHY?"I tried to sound calm, I knew my body was shaking the fear crawling into my skin. Trying to make reason of the situation that my mum clearly knew more of than I did. My mom ran back into the dining room and shoved my high school backpack into my arms. I hadn't seen it in years but I had a feeling I was never going to get the answers I wanted. "Listen to me Carmella, I know you're scared and confused and you don't understand what is happening. But you need to go with Cameron he will take care of you okay? I need you to know that I love you and you will be alright!" My heart stopped, why did she sound like she was saying goodbye forever? "Mum, you need to stop this, you have to come with us! I don't know Cameron! You're all I have, I cant leave you!". My voice broke and I felt the hot tears spilling down my cheeks. She was serious, someone was coming to kill us.

      Everything was a blur from that moment after. The front door slammed open, the sound vibrated through me and my breathing increased. I was hyperventilating. Cameron grabbed my arm and dragged me through the house and we escaped through my backyard. I turned to look behind and I heard my mother's screams pierce though the heavy rain and thunder. "We can't stop! We have to keep going!". He shoved me into the passenger's seat of my car and panic slammed through me. "We have to go back! We need to go back, she needs our help! How can we leave her!", I was hysterical ready to jump out of the car. Cameron was already in the car and speeding us away. "Are you stupid, they'll kill us both", he sounded calm. How could he sound so fucking calm! My mother was probably hurt...or worse. She was his mother too, why wouldn't he want to save her!

        " Who is after us?" I broke the silence after we drove for ten minutes in silence. " Some people that need something from you. "Cameron pulled into the parking lot for the beach. "So why are we here, didn't my mum say we're suppose to find my father?" The car came to a stop and I felt like something was wrong. He hadn't responded to me and I tried once more to find a response. "So is our father coming to meet us? Because I'm pretty sure whoever is after us, would see that my car is parked in this open parking lot." Cameron turned towards me, his eyes once like mine, darkened. He made me feel uneasy, still not saying a word. "You know, I've always imagined what you would look like? I mean we are twins but I never knew if we were identical or not." Was he seriously talking about this? I thought we were trying to not get killed. The last thing on our minds would be the fact that we're twins! "Okay, so what, could you just answer me already? What are we doing here?", I was more annoyed at the fact we were sitting like ducks, with a real threat out there. Cameron raised his hand to me and stroked my hair and then the side of my face. I was definitely freaked out, I tried not to flinch. I wondered how my mum trusted him.

           "I was second to be born, not that it mattered. You see the kingdom, they needed you. My mistake was being born into some fucked up kingdom were women were more cherished." I tensed up when he said kingdom. He didn't sound like he had any intention of protecting me. I could hear the hate and envy in his tone. "My own mother left me! Chose you instead! but I've found some people that believe in me the way our kingdom should." He was crazy, I needed to get out of here and find my way to the police. I only had my bag from my mum that was sitting on my lap and I couldn't check if my phone was in there or not without raising suspicion. "I really have no idea what you're talking about," he was open and venerable he'd never see it coming, "but you need to stop smoking whatever shit you're on!", I didn't wait on his response to muster what ever strength I had, I shoved my backpack onto the floor punched him straight in his nose . Then I ran out the car and straight into the pouring rain, hoping to find the nearest open place and call the police.

           "You stupid girl!" I heard Cameron yelling behind me. He was taller and a lot more faster and I could hear him gaining on me. My legs burned and I knew how unfit I was. Dread filled me when I felt my arm grabbed and yanked by Cameron. I pulled away and fell to the ground and looked up to the man who called himself my brother. He towered over me and he wore a sickening smirk. " Why are you doing this?!"I tried to sound angry, but I knew the fear was coated all over my words. I could hear my breathing quicken. Cameron grabbed me and pulled me up from the floor and dragged me back to the car. I struggled and I fought but his grip was  unbreakable. His nails were digging into my skin and I could feel the sting of the small cuts forming. I could hear myself begging through my tears for him to stop. "Please, you don't have to do th-" I was cut short when he grabbed my hair, ripping some strands off in the process. The pain was shocking. The last thing I remembered was the car, a sharp pain on my forehead and being plunged into darkness.