Roomscapes I - survive

Chapter 39 ~ droughts and heartless explanations

  (Cameron on side)

** CAMERON'S POV **

Seeing her again was like feeling that first water droplet on your shoulder after a long drought. It felt amazing and relieving. But seeing her in danger was like noticing the water was heading to the dry ground, that once its soft self reached the surface it would be sucked up, the ground taking it in and destroying it, using it only for its personal success. It was still relieving, knowing she was alive, knowing she-- BOOM.

The death announcer. 

I jumped to my feet, rushing over to her side. Parker was dragging her, and once his cold eyes met mine he froze for a fraction of a second, the action followed by him taking a knife out of his pocket and throwing it at me. Its sharp edge dug into my skin deep down until it hit my bone. I sucked in a sharp breath. My arm. Fucking ouch. 

I grabbed the knife and violently ripped it away from my arm, throwing it at the ground as hard as I could to let out my anger. Parker looked at me wide-eyed, as if he was expecting me to die or something. 

Not today square-head. 

Then it hit me.

The death announcer. Val. 

I ran over to Parker and grabbed him by his neck, pushing him as hard as my body allowed against the wall. "What were you doing!?" I screamed in his face, my temper rising as I took in his careless features. 

"What did it look like? I mean I'm pretty sure it was obvious I was dragging her to someone or somewhere," he rolled his eyes, "Damn, not only stupid, useless and ugly... but also fucking BLIND!" he spit the last word out, making my grip tighten around his neck. 

"I will fucking kill you if you insult me again."

"I'm sorry ma'am." I wanted to punch him so badly.

"Listen--"

"Do I have an option?" he rolled his eyes, and I clenched my jaw.

"NO."

"Oh thank you, I had no idea."

"I will kill you if you don't close your damn mouth do you understand!!?" I screamed, already overwhelmed. 

"Please, we both know you don't have the balls to do so..." he smirked, I tensed. 

"Oh but I do."

"Am I right ladies?" he bitterly laughed. 

"Where were you taking her?" I asked, ignoring his stuck up attitude.

"I thought you would kill me if I opened my mouth." he opened and closed his mouth like a constipated seal and then laughed.

"Are you high?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Are you not?" he laughed even harder, and I looked at him in shock.

"What?"

"Hey... what do you call cheese that is not yours?" he asked sloppily.

"What?" I kept asking, my confused look overpowering my confused question.

"Nacho cheese." He laughed even harder, his head thrown back against the wall by now.

My grip loosened and I looked at him as if something in his face would answer my question.

I let him go, his stupid body falling on the ground as he held his stomach from all the laughter. 

What was going on?