Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 11

I sat there for what seemed like forever picking at the blue couch. I sat up swinging my legs, I laid down and stared at the ceiling. I debated the many reasons why Cameron may not be back yet. With every minute that passed I grew more anxious. What was Hannah doing to him? Was he ok?

Suddenly I jumped off the couch when I heard the locks clicking. I ran up to the door. But instead of Cameron and Hannah's dad, it was Hannah. I backed up and stood there for a moment in shock taking in her tacky red dress and her change of shoes. She was carrying a small duffle bag.

"Can you get out of the way?" Hannah glared at me.

I walked back to the couch.

Hannah was followed by her dad who was leading Cameron around.

"Hannah, what is going on?" I narrowed my eyes.

"Quite simply, you are getting kicked out!" She laughed manically and starting walking towards the bedroom. "After all, this is mine and Cameron's house." "You've just been a guest for the past month." "But now." She paused dramatically as she threw the duffle bag on the bed. "It's my turn to spend a night with Cameron."

I gasped. "Hannah, where am I going?"

"The closet, darling." "But I'm sure you'll love it." She pulled a blanket out of the closet. She threw in at me. "You can have this."

Hannah's dad untied Cameron's hands and shoved him in the bedroom. He grabbed my arm and pulled me out. When we got to the living room he tied my hands behind my back.

I looked up at his gruff face. "Please tell me she won't hurt him." "Please." I pleaded, fighting back tears.

He sighed. "I don't think she's going to hurt him, but she doesn't tell me much." He rubbed his face with his free hand. "I would just lay low and continue to play along if I was you."

I nodded and continue walking to the closet.

That night I laid there curled up under the fleece blanket praying to whoever was up there listening to keep my Cam safe. I didn't care about the fact that I was cold or that I was pretty certain there was a snake living under the closet. I didn't care that I was thirsty. All I cared about that night was that Cameron was ok.

We had made it a month, but we had lost so much in that month. Yes, we were finding comfort in each other but the level of secrecy it took to achieve that was hard to maintain. We both had to face torture every day at the hands of one crazy fan. We lost our identities. I could no longer write, he could no longer make videos. Even something as simple as getting to call a friend or parent when you're stressed, we couldn't do. Neither of us had really seen the news in the past month, so we had no real clue if it was even possible that the authorities would find us.

The truth is, while that first month was hard, we weren't in for a sprint. We were in for a marathon.