10 days of purging

20

March 22
(Day 2) 6:39pm

I grabbed a McDonald's bag that I found in the corner of the room, and started filling it up with things that I knew we were going to need, such as cans of drinks they had stored in the back, and some Mc chicken hamburgers that I made extra of.

Cameron on the other hand was sitting on a table playing around with his gun and sending me quick cold glares every five seconds.

I hope he accidentally shoots himself. I couldn't help but think. I know it's kinda rude to think that, but it's also hard not to when he threw my food off the building. I was going to eat it. You never touch a girls food, ever unless your willing to be punched in the balls.

Food. Damn I love food.

That's like the main priority I think of 24/7, like when someone thinks I'm planning their death, I'm really just thinking about what I'm going to eat next.

I chuckled at my thought, and zipped up the bag. Thankfully it was a side bag like the other ones that we had but lost. Plus this will be way more comfortable for transporting places for this mission that we are in.

I looked around to Make sure I didn't miss anything else, and headed towards the the front doors that were recently locked to keep anybody out.

I faced towards Cameron raising my eyebrow as I saw him staring at me.

"Stare any harder?" I rudely muttered still loud enough for him to hear. "Hurry up and get up, we need to start walking"

He jumped off the table walking towards me with a cold look. I have no idea if I should be scared or not honestly.

He is getting really really cl-

His grip tightened on to my wrist while he slammed me on to the wall inches away from me. His hot breath was breathing against me making goosebumps appear all over my body. The only thing that made this whole thing intense was his eyes staring into mine.

I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Why isn't nothing coming out?

Heat raised on to my cheek while I struggled to get out of his strong firm grip. His expression didn't change one bit, it still stayed cold and angry.

I just don't understand what I did to make him so angry. Was it because I didn't tell him what was on my mind? Cause if that's the problem than he is really bipolar, which means this man needs some help.

Real help that involves him in a therapy room talking about his problems.

Finally managing to get my shit together, I opened my mouth and words finally came out.

"Get the fuck off me" I still struggled to get out of his grip.

He pushed himself closer towards me, breathing on to my neck and ear. "Tell me Eva what's on your mind right now?"

"What's on my mind is for you to get off me" I yelled now starting to get pissed. "Why do you care so god damn much, why does it matter so much to you"

"I don't care" his hands tightened even more on my wrists causing me to flinch even more. By the end of this my wrists are probably going to be purple.

"Ow, you're hurting me"

His hands loosened off of my writs while he pushed away from me. He didn't say anything about what happened except for 'let's go'

I could've sworn I saw guilt in his eyes for just one second. Just one second. Yet how could someone like him feel guilty about hurting me. He's just a asshole with weird ass mood swings that go on and off.

Something in me wishes he would turn back to his happy self, that everything that he's done or said was all just an act, but I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up, cause this is who he really is. His happy kind self was all an act.

I moved past him, walking out of McDonald's. I didn't bother to wait for him, what's the point anyway? He's probably planning the next thing to say to me.

Maybe he's going to call me ugly, or fat, annoying, extra, weak. Any of those things, or worse.

"Where are you going?" His voice shouted from behind me as I continued to walk faster. "Hello? I'm the one who knows the directions here, not you, so it's either you follow me, or your friend ends up dying when the time is up"

I stopped in my tracks, turning around to face him. He's right I don't know the directions to find her, but how does he? He's just so god damn sure where they are I've been missing out to how he does. I've asked him, but he won't tell me.

"Than please show me the way since they were most likely kidnapped cause of you" I shouted. "I keep asking you how you know, but you won't tell me, for all I know Cameron, you could be the reason" I continued to shout. "She was kidnapped cause of you, she could die cause of you. Damn I wish I never met you and Nash at that store, maybe me and Beth could've ran, maybe we could've went somewhere else instead of her wanting to stay with that idiot. I wish it was you they took instead of her, damn I even wish it was me"

My heart was now beating fast, my fist were balled up into a fist. I feel so angry I just want to shout and scream and break down and cry. How could I have let this happen to her, I'm smarter than this. I am, and I let that happen.

"I understand you are upset, and I can't tell you how I know, I just do okay and you need to trust me, but don't you ever say that ever again that you wish that was you" he walked towards me. "Ever again" he whispered so low as he stood in front of me inches away. I slowly looked up making eye contact with him, and this time it wasn't angry eyes, it Was soft, but still unreadable.

I glanced down at his lips and back up at his eyes. If he wasn't so bipolar I would've actually thought this was something, but it isn't. I swallowed the lump in my throat, looking down at the ground so I wouldn't keep eye contact with him.

"Don't look away" He lifted my chin up with his index finger. His voice was so soft and sweet, it was like everything that just happened between us back there was slowly disappearing.  "Why not, so you could be mean again" I answered back softly. "No" he answered. "I'm sorry, okay I didn't mean to burst out like that on you"

"Do you think Beth and Nash are okay" I couldn't help myself from asking him. He smiled down at me taking another step closer. "I wish I knew for sure, but I don't, so I can't answer you on that"

"Why not" I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "What if they're already dead" I chocked out. He wiped the tear falling down my cheek and shook his head slowly. "They aren't. But right now we have each other, and that means they have the best of people looking for them"

I smiled at him, and slowly nodded my head as he looked down at my lips and back at my eyes before letting out a awkward cough and moving away from me while running his hand through his hair.

"Common, we don't have all day, so you better walk fast, I'm not waiting for you"

And he's back.