Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Two Personalities. (5)

"It's open, Cam."

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"You shouldn't leave your door unlocked," Cam walked in with his usual confident, cocky self. But I couldn't help but notice how sheepish and shy he really was. He almost seemed nervous.

"You shouldn't set up a drug ring in your house," I retorted, standing up to face him with my arms crossed.

He looked defeated for a second before regaining his composure, "Look. We need to talk about that."

"Do we?" I said with a condescending voice, "Look. I won't tell on you if that's what you're worried about. I smoked a couple joints in high school."

Cam laughed, "Wow. You're such a druggie, Rory. And you thought that was pot? Excuse me," he leaned down and put his hands on his knees while laughing, "Baby that was all cocaine."

Cocaine. Fucking cocaine.

Nope.

"Get out of my house, Cam."

"No, hear me out," Cam reached out to me but I recoiled from his touch.

"You need to leave. I don't want to be associated with you. I've already nearly died once and I'm not putting myself in harms way again."

"Rory-"

"Cam you NEED TO LEAVE!" I yelled at him, turning him around and shoving him towards the door.

Cam turned around and grabbed my upper arms roughly. His face went from calm to deadly in a matter of seconds, absolutely terrifying me, "You're already fucking associated with me, princess. And if you don't sit down and listen to me you will be dead."

I clenched my jaw and swallowed while looking him dead in the eyes. We held eye contact for what seemed like forever until he walked me over to my couch and sat down next to me. Once sat down he sighed and clasped his hands together, looking at the floor. Cam then looked back up at me and his face no longer scared me, it comforted me.

It's like he has two different personalities.

"I, I'm sorry for yelling," Cam started. He refused to make eye contact with me for whatever reason, "It's just hard to tell someone their life is in danger when they don't want to talk to you."

"I don't understand Cam. How could my life be in danger if I haven't even done anything?" Instinctively, I felt my hands come together and I tugged at my own fingers. Twisting, popping, bending.

"You uh, it's my fault. Really. I work with these guys and these guys and I, we're a pretty tight-knit group. And when people see things they weren't supposed to see- Like you seeing my buddy Eric toss me that coke- they get killed. So there's no chance of them ratting us out. You follow?"

"Right, so you're here to tell me I'm going to get killed?" I stood up again, "This has to be some type of sick, disgusting joke. I'm calling the cops."

Cam grabbed my wrists and forced me back down on the couch. He got an inch from my face and growled, "Sit the fuck down. No. Fucking. Cops."

Angry Cam is back again.

This time he held onto my wrists while talking, "Look, Rory. I'm sorry for getting you into this whole...Mess. It's a hundred and ten percent my fault that all of this is happening. I should have checked my phone or at least locked my front door, something. But I didn't. I put your life at risk within forty eight hours of knowing you and I promise it wasn't my attention. But time machines don't exist and we can't go back to fix it. So you're kind of stuck with me now."