Deadly Infatuation

Chapter 21

Guys the end is coming and I'm super sad about it, I've been working on this story for almost 2 years! I'm gonna miss these characters so much!

Has anyone watch the netflix series YOU yet??? Talk about some serious Lucas vibes. Let me know what yall think of this chapter, and if yall like "YOU" or not!

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The burning smell of bleach in my nostrils pulled me to consciousness. The smell was so strong it jerked my eyes open, all I saw what white. The more I blink the more my eyes get used to the bright light in the room. I'm not at the cabin, I know that for sure. There are soft beeping sounds coming from a machine I was attached too. A hospital, that's where I must be, he brought me to a hospital. Lucas didn't let me die, he brought me here to save me. He knew that by bringing me here he would never have a chance at kidnapping me again, and yet here I am.

He loved me enough to let me go. I'm free, I am alive and free! The thought made a low cry of victory escape my dry lips. Suddenly a figure was standing in the door way of my room, the florescent light made his hair a light blonde and made the bags under his eyes stand out against his tan face. It was Cameron, my Cameron! He never gave up hope. "Lily!" he shouted as he rushed to my side and peppered my face with sweet kisses.

Sheepishly I just look at him, not know what to say to him. Looking in his blue/green eyes, the blue the same color of a tropical ocean and the same shade of freshly cut grass in the summer. He hugged me tightly, but not enough to hurt me. I felt a wetness on the top of my head so I craned my neck to look up and see him crying. I stayed like that for a while, watching the tears stream down his beautiful, full cheeks. I didn't cry though, the tear stung behind my eyes, but they never fell.

My family soon came into the room after hearing I was finally awake. I was met with more hugs and even more tears. My sisters crawled into the small bed with me and J.J. sat at the end while the doctor told me about what happened. I had a stab wound on my stomach (that I gave my self) and a fractured wrist. I was malnourished and I had to go under multiple physic test.

One they determined I wasn't crazy, they let me go home with my family. I had been kept in the dense woods all the way in Washington state. Cam and I flew back home with the little girls, sparing me from the days long car ride home. Its been 7 days since I escaped Lucas, I thought I would feel free, but I don't. Every where I look, I see him. Through my window I would see him, crossing the street, but when I blinked he was gone.

I was paranoid and living in fear. He wasn't finished with me, I knew he wasn't. After a few months of living at home, waiting for my body to heal, I was finally able to go back to school. It was fall now, I had gotten a full semester behind, but I was ready. I was ready to move on with my life and put Lucas in a drawer for me to worry about later. I knew one day he would come back for me, but this time I will be ready.

I had moved into a small 2 bedroom apartment with Zach that was only down the street from Cameron's house. I didn't want to live with anyone, after what happened to Laney, but Zach wouldn't take no for an answer. Every weekend since my stitched healed, Cam took me to the gun range, he wanted me to be able to protect myself. I agreed with him, I need to know how to fight back when Lucas came for me again. I took kickboxing classes at school to strengthen my body and my mind. I knew how to fight now, but I still wasn't back to my normal weight. I knew I could put up a struggle, but I knew I wasn't strong enough to fend him off forever.

As a going back to school gift, my parents bought me a gun to keep at home for my safety. I was thankful, I didn't want to resort to that, but if it came to it I will gladly use it to stop Lucas. There's no going back, it's either him or I , and i'm not going to go without a fight. Every night I went to sleep clutching the cold metal in my hand. It was an odd comfort, but I felt safer with it. I was a good shot too, Cam made sure of that.