Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 32

9:02. I sat in the on the couch in the living room, staring at the little digital clock Hannah had given me. 9:05, Cam's late getting back. He's usually back by 8:45.

I set the clock down on the end table and got up to grab my journal. Just as I opened the middle drawer of the dresser the locks clicked. I spun around and Cameron walked in holding a gray tux and a pair of black dress shoes.

"So I'm getting married." He chuckled and threw the shoes on the couch. He held the tuxedo up in front of him. "I don't know if this shade of gray is my color."

"I picked it out." I ran the sleeve through my fingers. "Hannah wanted blue and I talked her down to gray."

"So what's going on with you two?" He walked into the bedroom and hung the tux up in the closet.

"I dunno." "We get along pretty well, which is good for me." I shrugged and walked back out to the kitchen.

"Yeah, but you don't actually really like her right?"

"I mean, Cam, I'm trying to find happiness wherever I can and playing wedding planner with Hannah is fun." "I know that you don't want to do this, and I don't like the fact that you're getting married." "But, things are pretty smooth sailing right now." "We get the occasional night without an eye in the sky, and we have all of our needs met."

Cameron nodded. "Yeah, you do have a point, but this whole situation is a little awkward."

I poured myself a glass of milk and stirred in some Ovaltine. "Yeah, but if playing along and putting on fake smiles gets us any closer to getting out of here, I'm willing to do it." "We've tried fighting, Cam." "It doesn't work."

"You're right." "Well, I guess by now your letter has reached your sister." He shrugged and looked around the room. "Maybe that'll get people closer to finding us."

"I tried to be subtle and give hints but Hannah read the letter." "I honestly don't know what she even sent to my family." "But I doubt she'd put the real address on the envelope."

"I wish." Cameron laughed. He side hugged me. "Good night, Kate."

"Good night groom to be."

Cameron cringed as he walked into his bedroom. "Don't remind me."

I pulled out the scrapbook Hannah had tasked me with putting together. I sat until well after eleven designing pages and cutting out pictures. Hannah had apparently taken a lot of pictures of herself and Cameron in the main house in the last four months. She also gave me a lot of baby pictures for a special section of the book.

I held the pictures of Cameron gingerly. I knew the camera was all the way at the back corner of the living room, but I couldn't be too safe. I knew they were reprints, likely from the internet, but they were pretty adorable.

I held them imagining what a baby with his face and my dark brown hair might look like. What the baby in the photos would look like as a girl. I sat there hopelessly imagining a future with Cameron and me.

But I had to shake my head and remember where I was and what I was doing. For now at least I couldn't think about Cameron and I. It was Hannah and Cameron right now. I had to play along and support her. I couldn't waste time on my emotions.

I closed the book and collected up all of the stickers. I put them all back in the craft bag and slid them under the couch where I kept them. Tomorrow was an important day. Hannah was going to be coming over to practice hair and makeup. She promised me some makeup if I was good and did her makeup well.

I missed being able to wear my signature red lipstick, I was genuinely excited to have a tube again. If there was anything that that experience taught me it was humility. I learned to appreciate even little things that in life before I had taken for granted. I took care of all of my things and cherished all of them.