His Lethal Love by Monika Singh (short story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 13

Past

Camille

“What!” I exclaimed. 

She looked nervous as she mumbled, “Yes, she’s tried to commit suicide. Now she’s in the hospital.”

“Oh my God!” 

“What will happen if the school authorities find out our truth?” Rika’s face wrinkled in worry. “I don’t want to get into trouble.” She grabbed my hand. “You know my father. If he comes to know about it, he will get angry and never allow me to pursue my studies.”

“I’ll tell my mother about it. Don’t worry. Perhaps she can help us get rid of this trouble.” I sighed heavily. “And I won’t allow you to get into this matter. I hate to see you in trouble, either.”

“But you can’t blame yourself for everything, Cam, can you? I contributed significantly to the trouble we are in. It would have been better to listen to you and never have cut her straps because you know that bitch tried to commit suicide. If it weren’t for us, I would want her to die.”

“Stop it, Rika…”’ I glared at her hard, cutting her off. “You can’t be that selfish, can you?” 

“Yes, I can, as long as the person is fucking Maura. She makes me sick!”

“Well, I hope she does not die.”

“If she dies, your way to Scott will be clear.”

“Do you think Scott will ever leave me alone after her death?” I scoffed. “He’ll kill me if anything happens to her because he is suspecting me.” 

Rika stepped forward and grabbed my shoulder, looking into my eyes. “I think I should take the blame on myself. Anyway, it was not your fault.” 

“Are you serious?” I asked incredulously. “You’re saying this despite knowing that your father is waiting for an excuse to get you out of this school?” 

“I don’t care if Maura dies, I’ll tell the whole truth to Scott. I know you love him and you’ll never get him if anything happens to Maura. You’re not what others think you’re what you never want to reveal, Cami.” 

I smiled sadly as I placed my hand on hers. “I’m happy what I’m, Rika.”

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It would be crazy of me to do this, but I couldn’t help it because I was worried about Scott. I hadn’t seen him for a week. Maura had been admitted to the hospital for a week, so I sneaked out of the house to see how she was doing. I looked around me as I approached her room, making sure no one would recognize me. The worst thing that could happen is running into Scott. 

Taking a long breath I went inside room no. 404. To get Maura’s room number, I had to pay a large sum to the receptionist. As I gazed at Maura lying on the bed, it surprised me to see how unrecognizable she was looking. Under her nose was an oxygen tube, and next to her bed was a monitor. She appeared pale and sickly. It was obvious that she had cut her wrist and lost a lot of blood. I heard Scott donated blood to save her life. I was burned from within by how sweet it sounded, yet how sad it was. 

I scanned her thin hands, which were showing green veins on her arms as I stepped closer to her bed. Under her eyes, a large shadow encircled her and her heart-shaped lips shrank. I wondered how much weight she had lost. She was looking almost like a paper doll. 

There was a piece of paper under the vase. I licked my lower lip and raised my hand to grab the paper, but jumped back when Maura spoke out, “What are you doing here?” I snapped my eyes at her, finding her eyes opened and fixed on me. “Are you satisfied now?” 

I said nothing because I didn’t know what to say at that time. 

“You tried to destroy me, didn’t you?” she asked firmly as if she knew everything.

“I’m happy to see you alive,” I said bluntly and spun around to leave. 

A few steps from the doorway, suddenly Maura gasped, “Camille...!” My heart raced as I rushed toward her. Her eyes bugged out as she was sucking into the air and struggling to breathe through the oxygen tube. “Call doctor… my oxygen…” 

I bolted out of the room and went rigid when I found Scott standing in front of me with a puzzled expression. 

“Scott…!” Maura cried out when she saw him and he snapped his eyes behind me at Maura. 

“Shit!” he hissed out, rushing towards her. “Are you okay?”

“She…” my eyes widened in shock when Maura pointed her finger at me. “She tried to kill me.” 

And I went numb. 

“She’s come here to kill me!” Maura cried out, looking desperate and impatient. Scott stared at her for a while before he spun around, barging at me. I retreated. My eyes went wide when he grabbed my neck by surprise and slammed me into the wall harder, knocking my breath off my lungs. 

“How dare you?!” he screamed out at me, squeezing my neck tightly. I looked into his bloodshot eyes as he was glaring at me with his flared nose. 

“I…” I tried to break his clutch off my neck with both hands. “Let me…” 

“Let her go…” Samuel jumped between us, tearing Scott away from me. If that day he would not remove his brother from me then Scott might have killed me. Once his grip loosened around my neck, I fell to my knees, panting, coughing harder, and rubbing my neck. 

“She’s lying!” I shouted as soon as I got my voice back. “She’s fucking lying.” 

Scott clenched his hands into fists, charging at me again. “Shut the fuck up! How could you expect me to believe you when you are the one who brought her to this condition? You’re the one who has played a dirty trick and changed her dress to humiliate in front of the audience.”

“Stop it, Scott.” Samuel pushed his brother by his shoulder. 

“Don’t come between us, Sam.” Scott shoved Samuel away roughly and charged at me. “Answer me, Camille, is it right?”

“I never…”

“I want you to say yes or no!” He growled, causing me a jolt. 

“Yes, I did it,” I whispered, lowering my gaze. 

“You’ll be sorry for doing this, Camille Davidson.” He threatened. 

“You won’t be doing anything!” Samuel stood by my side and for the very first time, I felt protected next to him. 

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