Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 48

I sat on the floor next to the bed for the next three hours. Finally I heard the locks click. I heard the bed shift as Cameron stood up to see who was on the other side of the door.

Hannah sauntered in. "Well you're plan didn't work so well did it?" She flipped her hair and leaned down closer to me. "I'm still here, bitch."

"You're wearing a fake stomach aren't you?" I stared her deep in the eyes, careful to not show any emotions.

"No, darling, no matter what my precious little Cameron tells you, I am very pregnant." "And it is his." She glared at him.

"Yeah sure Hannah." "Well, since you're." I did air quotes. "Pregnant, you shouldn't be able to beat me up."

Her eyes narrowed and she stood straight up again. "Maybe not." "But don't worry you'll regret calling the police on me."

"It wasn't her Hannah." "How would she contact anybody?" Cameron walked around the bed towards me.

Hannah threw her arm out and hit him squarely across the chest. "Don't get any closer to her." "Well, she could have done it while she was in the grocery store."

"Hannah, if anyone planted any seeds for the police to get called it was me." "I was the one who kept telling your dad I wanted to get out." He walked around her and stood between myself and Hannah. "Hannah, I'm not happy." "I don't want to be married to you, and you're not pregnant with my baby." He pointed at her accusingly. "You're just incredibly delusional."

I stood up slowly. Cameron reached behind him and found my hand. He held it tightly. "Hannah, it was never you."

I saw Hannah's face flush and her jaw clench. I quickly tore my hand out of Cameron's and backed myself against the wall.

"That's it!" She growled. She lunged for me. Cameron caught her and pushed her back towards the other wall. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the room.

I tried to run after Cameron but my knees were locked in fear. Hannah grabbed the back of my tank top and pulled. It tore down the middle exposing my white rhinestoned bra. I whipped around and slapped her across her face.

She held her cheek in her hand. She screamed and reached for my hair.

Suddenly my feet where whisked out from under me and I was carried outside. In an instant I was set down gently on the clay and Cameron reached for the door knob. He started pulling the door shut when Hannah stuck her arm out, clawing at the air.

"Cameron!" I screamed, my lungs burned.

He pushed her hand back inside the door. He pulled the door shut and started locking all of the locks.

I grabbed his arm. The blood that was spilling out of the cuts on his arm from Hannah's clawing was getting all over my palms. "Cameron!" "What are you doing?"

He locked the last lock and turned around to face me. He grabbed my face roughly in his hands and kissed me.

I didn't kiss him back in my confusion. I pushed him off of me. "Cameron Dallas!" "What the hell did you just do?"

"I freed you!" He finally realized there was blood all over his arms. "Crap." He pulled his shirt off over his head and wrapped it around his arms.

"Cameron!" "What are we doing?" "We can't just lock her in there and throw away the key!"

"Why not, Kate?" "She kept you in there and tortured you for almost eight months." "We're free now, and she's getting what she deserved."

"Cameron, how are we going to get to town if we have no car?" "Or phone, or anything really."

"Hannah's dad wanted to free us, he'll help us."

I nodded. "Ok then, let's go find him."

We started walking up to the main house, but something felt off. The door was cracked open slightly. We could see where the police had torn down the closet. But the whole place felt eerie.

We walked tentatively up the front steps, not sure what to expect.