Kidnapped with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 49

The steps creaked ominously under the weight of Cameron and I. I shrugged off the weird air around the house and stepped up to the door. It was then that I gently pushed open the cracked door.

"Kate, something feels weird, let me go first."

I stepped aside and let Cameron around me. He continued into the hall. All of the photos that had been hanging on the staircase and wall were strewn on the floor. Glass shards twinkled in the sunlight coming in through the door.

I grabbed Cameron's arm. "Love." I pointed to my bare feet. "I don't have shoes."

"Right." He looked into the living room. He held my hand and led me in.

I went to sit on the couch but soon noticed the large rips in the cushions. Cream colored foam had leaked out of the rips and sat gently on the couch.

"Someone must've been pretty mad."

I nodded. "Cameron, something doesn't feel right."

He looked around the living room. "I agree." He hugged me quickly. "You stay here, I know my way around the house." "I'll go look for Hannah's dad."

"Cameron." I bit my lip. "I really don't want to be alone."

He turned back around to face me. He held my shoulders. "Kate, Hannah is locked in the shed." "She can't hurt you."

I nodded and walked over to the window. I stood looking out as Cameron left the living room. While I waited for Cameron to return I acquainted myself with the living room. I looked at all of the pictures on the bookshelves of Hannah and Cameron.

I looked in the movie case under the TV. I flipped through romances, romantic comedies and chick flicks. Cameron hadn't been kidding on the lack of variety in movies Hannah had him watch.

More and more time passed as the sun sunk closer to the horizon. It had already been afternoon when Hannah let us out of the bedroom of the shed. It had to be at least four or five in the evening.

I paced the living room. It had been hours since Cameron had left me here. He should have returned by now. I had heard some commotion upstairs, and I had heard his voice a couple times but he hadn't come back.

Suddenly I heard someone run very clumsily down the stairs. I turned around quickly to see who it was. I saw Cameron but before I could take anything in he yelled at me.

"Kate, we need to go!" "I've got the keys!" "We need to go!" He waved his arm towards the door.

Suddenly everything was in slow motion. I ran to him forgetting about the glass on the hallway floor. I bolted out the front door after him. I couldn't form words to ask him what was going on I just ran.

Finally we made it to a navy blue truck. Cameron ran around the front of the truck to the driver's side door. He fumbled with the keys and finally unlocked the truck. I opened the passenger's side door and hopped in.

Finally when both of us had settled in everything returned to reality. I realized my feet were hurting a lot. I winced and lifted one up on my knee. There were deep gashes in the bottom. Blood was freely pouring out and there were blood covered shards still embedded in my foot.

"Cameron." I winced. "I may have a problem."

He looked over at me. "Oh my god, Kate!" He pulled at his shirt to take it off but stopped with it around his neck.

It was then that I realized his shirt was covered in blood.

"Cameron!" "What happened?" I set my foot back down on the rubber floor mat, hoping the blood would just collect.

He hit the steering wheel in frustration. "She killed him, Kate!" "She flew off the handle and killed the only other person who could get us out of here." He set his head on the steering wheel. "I found him in his room." "It was bad." "I spent two hours looking for the keys after that." He lifted his head and looked at me." Tears were running down his face. "Kate, we're free but I don't know how to get us somewhere where someone can help us."

I sat back in my seat. "Well." "I say we just drive in a straight line until we find a town." I gulped. I was starting to feel sick from the pain. "There's gotta be something out there."

He nodded and pulled his shirt off. He threw it in the back seat. When he turned back around he handed me a blanket. "I found this, for your feet."

"Thanks."

"No problem." "I'd say I've been there, but I have a feeling your feet are worse off than mine was."

I slowly pulled out the shards of glass, trying to not scream. Cameron pulled the truck out from next to the shed and started driving down the driveway. I finally set the last shard of glass on the neat pile I had in the cup holder and began wrapping the blanket around my left foot. It looked to be in worse condition than my right.

"Not to pressure you, Cam, but I really hope we find a town soon." I started to sweat, but it wasn't because I was hot.