"What do you mean you have nowhere to go?" He barked out, anger seeming to boil out of his ears. I don't know what to do with this new Cameron. He's cold, hard and aìngry.
"Genevieve!" he barked again. I curled up protectively, my hands instinctively covering my head.
Just breathe, I keep repeating to myself, sobs raking through my chest again. I feel like this is my constant state. Always the victim, never the survivor.
"Stop with the injured innocent routine now," Cameron's cold voice interjected my thoughts, "It's getting really old. All i want is your baby's father's address, so I can take you back to where you belong."
My chest grows tight with fear, I can see the impatientness almost beaming off him, "I don't belong there," is all I seem to he able to say.
"He's the father of your soon to be born child, dammit!" Cameron shouts, his fists banging the steering wheel in pure frustration, "of course that's where you belong!"
"He's dead," I said softly, making up my mind there and then, he's dead to me now.
"He's dead?" That seemed to have shocked the anger out of him. He rubbed his hands over his face, and for the first time since I met him, he looked vulnerable. The warmth and vibrancy was replaced with ghost like features. He took a couple of breaths, "and your family? His family?" He eventually asked.
"All dead," I say quickly, it's a very easy lie. No one is going to offer to buy you a plane ticket to go to a dead relative.
"Where were you walking to last night?" He asked softly, confusion laced through his words.
"I can't remember," I half whisper,
I can't answer that one myself.
He looks down at his watch, ran his hand through his hair and sighed heavily. I stared at his ruffled up hair, my eyes drifting down to his dark eyes and his crunched up brow, he seems sad. Just as that thought enters my head, the frown softens and curtains seem to cover his vulnerable eyes.
"Come," he demanded as he got out of the car.
I got out and followed him inside. It felt natural. Where else am I supposed to go?
Just as I closed the door behind us, thunder and lighting filled the air outside and it started pouring heavily.
"Brilliant timing," he muttered. He was standing by the window with a glass of golden liquid, staring out into the blurred courtyard. There's no way we could have gotten very far in this rain.
"You can stay in the spare bedroom," he said, his voice soft again. The stone in my chest subsided momentarily.
"Thank you," I said turning around and got all the way to the door, before stopping. "Uhm, where is the spare bedroom?"
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That Fateful Night (ON HOLD)
Romance****ROMANCE**** Life threw Genevieve a curve ball... After one of the longest, but best nights of her life, she finds herself in a strangers house. Will this be her opportunity to make a better life, or did she step from one hell into another. This...
