Tired Of Midnight Blue

Chapter Five: Painful Smiles

Cam

I parked outside the farm and ran inside as if I were being chased. I got inside and couldn't help but smile at the fort in the middle of the room. Immediately I started to stumble through the dim lit farm. It was almost morning; it had taken me a few hours to get here. I barely remembered the way.

"Dhani!" I shouted as I started to get very worried and anxious.

I went into the fort and found Dhani sleeping.

"Dhani" I shouted a little louder relieved he was safe and sound.

As his eyes fluttered open he looked pale and confused.

"Dhani! Dhani are you alright?!"

He said nothing his eyes fixated on me. It was beginning to scare me.

"Dhani please say something. Look I'm so sorry everything was my fault! I clearly wasn't thinking it's okay if you hate me but please your father has no fault!"

After what seemed for hours he blinked.

"Di-did you just get here?" he asked me in a rather high voice.

"yeah I was worried sick Dhani!"

At that he started to cry. Not a few tears or just ugly crying even. He was full out sobbing, he was gasping for breath and his face turned slightly purple. I was scared.

"Dhani! Please I'm so sorry! Please stop crying please I'm so sorry I'm a horrible person ok? Please just stop crying." At that moment I think I was talking to myself as I was crying rather hard as well. My arms were holding Dhani cradling his head and trying to soothe him.

"It's not even that anymore!" he managed to say in between sobs.

"What?" I asked clearly confused.

"I was having this beautiful dream Cam. It was perfect. We were together and it was perfect! And now you have woken me up and reminded me of my bloody awful life! And you're here reminding me that I'm not enough! I was never enough! Do you know how much you fuckin hurt me Cam? Do you have any idea of the pain you cause me?"

My heart was shattered. I'm a horrible person. I never have deserved him as a friend never mind a boyfriend. I was at loss for words but was completely determined to at least repair the relationship George and Dhani had before this.

"I do know Dhani. I'm sorry I don't deserve you. You're too wonderful. I promise the pain will go away soon, just please let me take you home. Your dad must be awfully worried. He didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Of course he didn't" he laughed sarcastically.

"Oh please cam he's the great George Harrison, he's used to this. All the girls. He likes the game and he likes sex. A lot. Of course he knew what he was doing. He knew about you cam. He's seen our pictures I told him everything. Yet he still didn't give a damn."

"No George I seduced him it's my fault. He wanted to leave but I threw myself at him" I lied.

"Oh really why?" He was looking straight into my eyes looking for answers to questions even I couldn't answer. Prepared to do whatever it takes I gave him a smirk.

"Because like you said, he is the great George Harrison. I just wanted a piece. He's so famous and rich and I couldn't resist myself. Maybe I could've been your new mum." I laughed and kept going.

"I slipped Viagra into a drink I got him. I got him in the room alone and well I was starting to work my magic when you happened to walk in." I lied again. My heart went numb and I felt like shit. It hurt so much, just looking at his face.

"No" he whispered softly.

I got up. "Yes. Poor old man had no senses at all. I must've really over done on what I put in the cup."

He got up and his complexion was stone cold. Then he smirked at me.

"So that's all it takes?" He asked as his complexion became serious again. "I just had to wave a few hundred dollar bills in your face or have the paparazzi over for you to strip?"

That hurt so much I think my heart literally had been ripped apart. I was out of breath and could barely stand. He just looked me over for the last time and pushed by me as he exited. I stumbled to the floor and started to cry until I fell asleep. I wish the earth could've just swallowed me or maybe I could've been struck by lightning. Maybe I could go to the queen and ask for my own execution. I could tell her I despise her and that I killed over 154 people. I can say that I'm that famous serial killer they've been searching for. Anything was better than what I was going through right now. Anything.