Falling for him

Dark and Dangerous

Heather's POV

After I threw the knife at Cameron, I felt relived. But only for a second. When I remembered the look on his face, I instantly felt terrible. I hurt him, I betrayed him, he can't trust me anymore. And I lost a perfectly good pocketknife too! But losing Cameron would be worse, so much worse. The relief I felt when I threw the knife only lasted for a millisecond, and I ran out after Cameron. He was already gone, and it broke my heart to know that I hurt him. I found my pocket knife stuck in the wall covered in blood. Since Cameron is my mate and he is in pain, I am also in pain and I suddenly felt a jab in my thigh right in the same place I hit him. I fell to the ground screaming out in pain looking at my leg. A mark was there, but it was quickly healing. Even though Cameron hasn't marked me yet our bond is so strong that I still felt everything that happens to him. He doesn't feel things that happen to me, and I am glad that I don't put him through that physical pain. But why would I try to kill him if I don't want to hurt him? I have no clue. I just get these urges to kill him, though I always regret it.

I got up off the ground and went into my room at my parents house where I have been staying. It was late and I was drained, this always happens after I get into a fight with Cameron- I feel like a piece of me is missing. Because one piece is missing and it is my best. People always say that your mate is the best part of you; that they complete you and it's true. Cameron is the perfection that I strive to be. When I fell in love with him, I fell in love with every part of him. The way he spikes his soft, brown hair up in the front a little and how his hair looks in the morning- messy, careless, and completely adorable. His fantastic eyes are also truly amazing. They look warm and inviting, yet they show his emotions like his protectiveness over me. I love how his eyes light up when he sees me, it makes me feel wanted. His eyes are perfect just as the rest of his body, and may I just say, holy shit, that boy got one hell of a body. The first time I saw him shirtless, I forgot how to breathe and don't even get me started on what happened when I saw him without pants. But, no we have not done 'it' without both of us being extremely intoxicated. I only just turned 16 earlier this year for goodness sake! The feeling of not being with him killed me and we've only been apart for like two hours now.

I pulled on one of his sweatshirts he gave me and jut sniffed it for a while. Damn, that boy smells like heaven on earth! I laid down trying to sleep, but I never did. Truth be told, I never slept well, at least not until Cameron. The first time I have ever slept well was the first night we spent together, with Cameron's muscular arms wrapped around me. That was the first time I have felt relaxed in years, and how I missed that feeling. Now I only felt a yearning for Cameron.

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It's been a week since the whole knife incident and I was about ready to die. Cameron has called a million times, texted a billion more, but hasn't once even tried to come to see me. It's been a freaking week!!! When you fall in love, you find it impossible to keep your hands off of that person that has stole your heart. Cameron must have not cared like that. And the only reason I haven't gone to his place is 1) I have my dignity to uphold 2) I NEVER act desperate 3) I have to win whatever this is and 4) I am too stubborn for my own good. I have been beating myself up over throwing that knife all week, but only now did it occur to me that maybe he doesn't really love me; that he's using me. I tried to push the thought out of my head, but it wouldn't go so I just tried to distract myself. I have been sitting here, watching some crime show, but only thinking about Cameron for about 4 hours now. I must be insane. I think about Cameron when I have ice cream in my hand. Yep, I am going crazy.

A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Come in as long as you aren't a murder trying to make this fabulousness your next victim!" I called. Then the one and only Cameron walked right into my bedroom.