Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 26

"I can't believe you're still not talking to me." Cameron slammed the fridge door shut. "What could I have even done to you to make you not talk to me for a week?"

"Cameron, please leave me alone." I sat on the couch staring at the floor. I swung my feet in circles praying for him to just go to his room and leave me alone.

"That's all I get out of you?" He threw his arms up. "Kate, I know Hannah's behind this." "You wouldn't do this for no reason." He slid the bottle of juice across the table. "Kate, please, we're supposed to be in this together." "Why are you pushing me away?"

I shook my head and tried to conceal the tears falling from my eyes onto the hardwood. I sniffled softly thinking about that bottle of pain medicine I had traded for Cameron. I bit my lip and sat in silence.

"Fine." "I'm going to bed." Cameron put the juice back in the fridge and took his glass of juice back to his room.

I laid down on the couch and buried my face into the blue cushion. I rolled over onto my stomach. I screamed into the cushion and kicked my feet.

I screamed for a solid thirty seconds until my voice was hoarse.

I got up and walked back to the bathroom to retrieve some tissues to clean up my face. I stood in front of the mirror wiping my nose and eyes. I looked at my reflection, the puffy red eyes, the frazzled hair but most importantly the frown that I couldn't shake anymore.

I threw the wad of tissues in the trash can next to the toilet and washed my hands. I splashed some warm water on my face and took a few deep breaths. I can totally keep this up... right?

I pulled the middle drawer out and took out the bottle of pain medicine. I shook a couple pills into my palm and returned the bottle to the drawer.

That night I laid in bed wrestling with my emotions. Wrestling with my decisions. My heart was with Cameron. I loved him, no doubt. But my brain was reminding me of all the places loving Cameron had gotten me. I laid there looking at all the bruises on my arms. They were starting to fade down to green. I didn't want to get any fresh ones.

But I knew that while I was in a better place, Cameron was suffering. Sure he never had to lay on the floor while someone kicked him until his ribs broke, but he had to spend the night in the bed of a girl who was very unpredictable. He was uncomfortable and put in an awkward situation.

I just wish there was an option 'c' and door three. I wanted to be free of physical pain and I wanted him to be free of emotional pain.

I wanted to be able to lay in bed with him under the warm comforter again like we had that night in the beginning. I wanted that sense of love and peace again. I wanted to be able to feel the warmth of having someone close. It made me feel secure. I wanted to feel his arm draped casually around my waist again as he slept. He was so beautiful when he sleeping.

But now I lay there on the couch, alone and cold under the thin blanket from the closet. He took the comforter back last night because I'm not talking to him. I lay there staring at the patterns on the wall made by the moonlight shining through the bars on the windows.

That night I laid there humming Roses, pretending like the last three months hadn't happened and we were still just swaying in that dimly lit bar.

I fell asleep nodding my head along to the melody that had always brought me so much happiness. It was a beautiful song and in that night it was what I need to get to the next day.