Defendants with Cameron Dallas

Chapter 2

I wiped my tears and walked to the bathroom door. Slowly I turned the lock with a click.

The door swung in and Cameron walked in. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. He stroked my hair as I stood stiff as a board.

"What's wrong, Kate?" He held my face in his hand and looked me in the eyes. "This morning you were talking about our forever and now it's like you don't even want to be around me."

Tears welled up in my eyes. "It's complicated, Cameron."

He kissed my forehead. "Then let's talk about it."

"It's just, I don't want to go to the trial."

Cameron looked at me puzzled. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't want to sit through weeks of our lawyer convincing eight people that Hannah is a crazy murderer."

"But you're important to the trial, Hannah's dad told you a lot of things about Hannah's past."

Tears started tumbling down my cheeks. "I don't want to be any more scared of her than I already am."

Cameron pulled me in again and rubbed my back. "I'm sorry, I know this is hard for you."

I stood there in our bathroom in his arms crying for at least fifteen minutes. I didn't want to see what Hannah was capable of. I didn't want to see the injury she had inflicted on her father. I didn't want to see what she had done to him because he had tried to help Cameron and I escape.

I didn't want to do anything but curl up in a ball and try to block everything out. I had signed the marriage certificate. I was the reason that Cameron was still stuck being attached to Hannah. I had gotten close to Cameron. I was the reason she beat me and broke me.

I should have never gone to that bar.

"Kate, we should probably get something to eat."

I didn't respond. I stood there with my face buried in his chest.

"Kate, I know you're hurting but you need to take care of yourself."

I took a deep breath and pulled away from him. I nodded and looked at myself in the mirror. My face was bright pink and puffy. I looked at myself in my navy underwear and bra. My skin was clear and free from bruises but I couldn't see it that way. I couldn't stop the flashbacks of all that pain.

Cameron walked out to the bedroom. He opened the top drawer of the dresser and pulled out a t-shirt. He opened the next drawer and pulled out a pair of sweatpants.

I sat down on the edge of the bed. I watched him as he pulled down his black dress pants, revealing black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The clung tightly to his butt highlighting their volume and roundness.

He turned to face me. "Enjoying the view?"

"Just admiring the fact that I got the sexiest guy alive." I chuckled.

He unbuttoned his dress shirt to reveal a toned six pack. He pulled the shirt off and tossed it into our hamper.

He sauntered over to me. He stopped in front of me and stood over me.

I felt his warm breath tickle my face as he leaned in close to me. I felt his arm snake around my waist and pull me into him.

His warm lips met mine and we began to kiss passionately. He gently laid me down on my back and crawled onto the bed. He was kneeling on the bed over me and I realized what I had.

He loved me, clearly, but I felt so hesitant. Was he even really mine? Hannah clearly still believed he was hers. What if the court didn't grant him the divorce?

Besides who would want to be with someone who wakes up screaming at least four times a night? I'm a wreck and I don't know if he can fix me.

His hands ran up and down my stomach and chest. He planted kiss after kiss on my neck. I wrapped my arms around his waist and drug my hands up his back.

I let out a small moan as he sucked my neck. I felt his hands move towards my upper back and he started to try to unlatch my bra.

Suddenly fear gripped me. I shoved him off of me with all of my strength. He flew off the bed and landed on his butt on the floor.

"What was that for?" He shouted. When he say my face he relaxed. "Kate, what is it?"

I sat up. "How is it you're so fucking ok?!" I yelled. "How is it you can sleep at night?" "How is it you can still want sex?"

"Kate, I'm sorry, I know you are scared."

"How is it you're not?"

Cameron got up and sat down next to me on the bed. He laced his fingers in mine and looked me in the eyes.

"Because, Kate, Hannah never beat me." "She never starved me or locked me in a closet outside in the heat." "She took relatively good care of me and I never feared for my life." He held my hand to his chest. "Kate, you live with the fear that Hannah will come back to hurt you." "That's your greatest fear." He kissed the back of my hand. "My biggest fear is losing you."

I sniffed and wiped the tears from my cheeks with my other hand. I leaned in and planted a light kissed on his lips.

His brown eyes twinkled in the setting sunlight pouring in from our bedroom window. "I love you, Kate." "Don't forget I'm always here for you."

I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh. Yes he was always there, but it didn't change the fact I lived in terror.

We had court again at nine the next morning. I would have to walk through that sea of cameras again. Have to try to ignore the bombardment of questions from reporters.

I didn't want to have to go through that stress everyday but the facts were that this was just the beginning of a very long road.