Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 8

"Kate, what did I tell you about being allowed to sleep with the comforter?" Cameron playfully pushed my shoulder.

I yawned and rolled over on the couch to face him. "Cameron Dallas, I am not risking Crazy Hannah going off on me again." I made a face at him. "Seriously, you do not want to know what it was like being in a hot, dark plywood closet for a day."

Cameron sat down next to me on the couch. "I probably don't, but are you ok?" "I missed you last night."

"Awww." I smiled. "I missed you to." "I'm ok now." "I had my normal pb & j again." I pulled on my shirt. "I took a shower."

"I can't believe she would do that to you."

I took a deep breath. "I can." "To her, I'm just an obstacle." "She didn't plan on kidnapping me, I mean absolutely nothing to this storyline she's trying to play out."

Cameron leaned in closer to me. "You don't mean nothing to me." He whispered.

Reflexively I shoved his stomach with my foot.

"Owww." "What was that for?"

I pointed at him. "You and your flirtatious self are staying away from me tonight." "I only have enough bread left for five sandwiches and no drinks." "I need food."

Cameron rubbed his stomach. "Ok." He winked at me. "I'll stay away."

"Cameron, I'm serious." "Hannah already hates me and I don't need her to lash out at me anymore."

Cameron rubbed my calf. "I promise I will keep my distance." He held out his pinkie finger. "Pinkie promise."

I wrapped my finger around his. "You better stick to this promise."

I sat back. "So what happened today in your life?"

Cameron leaned back on the back of the couch. "You don't even want to know." "We have been here less than a week and she's already falling off the deep end."

I laughed sadly. "Cam, she fell off the deep end before she even kidnapped us."

He pointed. "True." "But, today was pretty crazy." "She insisted on feeding me breakfast, while forcing me to watch old MagCon videos."

"Your MagCon videos were pretty cool."

"Sure, but given the circumstances, it was a little creepy."

I nodded. "Ok, so that covers breakfast, what about after that?"

He pulled up his left pant leg. "Well, she waxed my other leg." He chuckled. "At least I match now."

I ran my hand up and down his smooth skin. "She did a pretty good job." "Better than Nash."

"Yes, but Nash only did one strip." "She spent two hours waxing my leg."

I furrowed my brow. "Two hours?" "How do you spend two hours waxing one leg?"

He held his fingers about three or four inches apart. "Because she used papers this big."

My jaw dropped. "No Cam, she didn't."

He held his hands up. "I swear to you Kate, I am not exaggerating." He paused "And if that wasn't enough." "For lunch I had baby food." "She wanted me to guess the flavors."

"Oh Cam."

He waved his hands. "But that wasn't even the weirdest part of lunch." "She spent all of lunch talking about how I need to be able to handle eating baby food because one day we were going to have babies and I needed to be prepared for them."

"I told you she's obsessed with you Cameron." "I tried to warn you." "The album should have been enough warning that that was her end goal." "She thinks you're in love with her and you're going to live some fantasy life."

Cameron ran his hands through his hair. "This is insane Kate!" "What am I supposed to do?" "She's creeping me out!"

"I don't know Cameron." I shrugged. "I don't think it's going to be easy getting out of here." "I think at this point all we can do is play along and hope things don't escalate too much." I held his hand.

"I'm scared Kate, I just want to go back to LA." He shook his head.

"Maybe, if we're lucky, the police have an idea of where we are."

But the police didn't have a clue as to where we were. They thought we were in Mexico. A van matching the description of the one we were taken in had been caught on surveillance footage at the border. The authorities were looking in the opposite direction of where they should be looking. Instead of getting closer to us, they were getting further away.