Dreaming. (Cameron Dallas)

Chapter Seventeen.

One month later ...

I'm still stuck in this shit hole with Becky's boyfriend, Pedro. I wonder what Cameron is doing.

"You hungry, bitch?" asked Pedro. For like the one thousandth time. I noticed I lost weight. I wasn't eating much here, hell for all I know they could put poison.

"NO!" I screamed. By now my phone was also uncharged. I couldn't reach Cameron, matter-of-fact I couldn't contact anyone.

"Pedro?" I asked. Hoping to throw some common sense at him.

"Now what?" He asked me.

"Can you let me go? I promise that once you do I won't say anything. But if you don't let me go, you're gunna go to prison." I said.

"Prison? Been there, done that, shortcake ..."

"Don't call me that!" I screamed, cutting him off.

"Why, did Mr. Dallas call you that? Shortcake?" He was sitting across from me in a chair, with a grin from ear to ear on his face.

"When is Becky coming back?" I had to ask.

"Idunno, she never comes by anymore. She's probably busy comforting Cameron." He said, with no hesitation, no emotion.

"Don't you get jealous?" I asked.

"Why would I? I could easily get someone else rather than Becky!" He said. Then he got up and started pacing around the room. "You know, you ARE really stupid. How could you think that Cameron was really into you? How could you be into him? If Cameron really loved you don't you think that he would have looked for you already?" He was right. I told Cameron who had me here. But in a month he hasn't tried anything.

Maybe I should just give up.