𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐌𝐲 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧

/34./

CAMILLE

I was in a quiet and lonely space. My thoughts about everything that's taken place so far. But Ace was on my mind and.... I just couldn't stop thinking about the secret he never told me. I was stressed, tired, heartbroken...

But I wasn't going to stay here long.

I managed to get a hotel for a week and a half stay and next weekend, I was going to find perhaps a solid place to stay but when this is all over, the drama with my father, I am moving back to the states.

Texas, Gulf of Mexico; Alabama, perhaps back to Georgia or Chicago.

I just wanted to a normal life or at least pretend to be from a normal family but every family has its problems and sadly mine is my lunatic of a father.

My phone buzzed and I pulled it out of my pocket instantly. My heart jumped when I saw his name. It's been half a day and he's calling me for the first time since what happened in the hotel.

My thumb itches to press the green icon but I don't move. The ringing stopped and my phone went blank. I breathed out in relief before placing my phone to the side. I grabbed some clothes, ready to take a shower when my phone dinged a few moments later. I grabbed it and saw that it was a voicemail left by him.

I unlocked my phone and pressed the voicemail. I inhaled and exhaled a couple of breaths before pressing play on the voicemail. His deep husky voice filled my ears and it only caused painful tears to form at the brim of my eyes.

To my Angel, which I hope she is listening. I'm sorry. I should have told you what really happened the day your father took me into custody. It was all part of his plan, the marriage, and the extension. It was all part of his plan to get people who would be a problem out the way. I never intended to hurt you, Camille. I was...I just...I couldn't lose you. But I have and it's my fault. I don't know if you could forgive me but I do hope one day you could. I...I care about you, Angel. I do and....fuck...I hope you get what you're looking for because you deserve better than me.

I sniffed and wiped at my tears. I shut off my phone and grabbed my things for my shower and walked inside the bathroom, replaying his words. He cared for me but he didn't say the words I desperately wanted to hear. Love and Care are two different things. He was the first man I truly fell in love with and he betrayed me by not telling me the most important thing he should have been come clean about.

My emotions and my heart all resembled pain and nothing but time could heal me.