Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 29

"You know, Kate, I'm surprised." Hannah's heels clicked on the hardwood as she ambled around the kitchen. "I'm truly surprised that you let yourself get that close to breaking our deal." "I had to take some food out of the oven and so I didn't see what happened after you went to get Cameron off the kitchen floor, but I hope it wasn't anything that would make me mad."

"I promise you, Hannah, I did nothing wrong." "I really need the things you bring me."

"Of course." She picked up the newspaper in the middle of the dining room table. "I know you get bored, and honestly it's kind of boring to watch you sit and write in your journal all the time." She set the newspaper back down and picked up the book. "So you get this, a newspaper every day and a book every two weeks." "Deal?"

"What would you like in return?" I slid the paper closer and began reading the headline.

"Two nights with Cameron and you no longer share your food with him." She rubbed her lips together to try and fix her lipstick.

"Fine." "He gets to eat with you during the day anyway."

"That's what I thought." She turned to open the front door. "It's really been so much nicer now that we're on the same team." She smiled and closed the door behind her.

I read the paper in half an hour and read the first six chapters of the book she gave me. It was Divergent. I'd already seen all the movies before but, it was nice to have something to do.

I went to the grocery store that afternoon. It was difficult picking out foods, because I'd go to throw a food in the cart Hannah finally got, but then realize that it was a food Cameron liked. I had gotten used to shopping for foods that we could share that it felt foreign shopping for only myself.

I had to stop and think, what do I actually want to eat. I settled on ground beef for tacos. I picked out corn tortillas, Cameron liked flour. I picked out avocado and tomato and lettuce and onions. I decided to not get bottled juice. Instead I got lactose free chocolate milk. I passed up on chips, I couldn't eat an entire bag alone.

It felt like I was separating from life a little. I felt like I was growing more isolated. It felt strange, lonely. Of all the things I had felt in the past three months, loneliness was one didn't feel often. The only times I could think of that I was really lonely was when I had to spend a night in the closet. Never while I was shopping for groceries.

I felt like there was a hole in me somewhere that I hadn't had before. I had always had Cameron to talk to at night and to laugh with. Now I didn't.

I stood there for five minutes staring at the bag of tortilla chips having a crisis.

I couldn't believe it. The whole time that Hannah had been rewarding me with all of these things, I thought I was in control. I thought that I would feel so much better. But she was still winning.

I shook my head and gave Hannah's dad all of the money and headed back to the shed.

When I got there I made a Nutella sandwich. I sat there at the table chewing. I stared at the wall blankly, wondering how I could have been so blind to Hannah's motives. She didn't want to work with me or make me feel better. She just changed her method of abuse.

Hannah wanted to marry Cameron and I was just letting it happen. I was signing off my only friend in this, for newspapers and pens.

Suddenly the emotional pain was more than I could be ok with. I had to stand up for Cameron and for myself. I couldn't continue to let her own me.

She wanted permanence with him and that wasn't ok with me.

Strange how a bag of tortilla chips could enlighten me so much.