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

Chapter 18

Past

Scott

The rumor spread through the entire school that my nerd brother, Samuel Martinez, was sleeping with Camille Davidson. When I saw Samuel and Camille kissing in the parking lot, my doubt was cleared. Arms around arms, their lips sucking one another. This sight angered me without knowing why. I didn’t want my brother to get hurt or end up with something I couldn’t bear. I once dreamed of holding Camille in my arms. I always dreamt of being close to her. I liked to listen to her voice. I liked her eyes. When she was angry, I liked it. What I disliked about her was her cruelty. She did what she liked. Her actions were always hurtful. 

 

 

 

After being injured, Maura was slowly recovering and would resume classes soon. I would be lying if I told you I wasn’t missing her. I missed her, but more than that, I missed Camille Davidson. There was an enormous change in her. Recently, she began behaving unexpectedly, becoming silent and cold. Whenever I looked into her eyes, I found a different aloofness. I wanted to know the reason behind her sudden change. I had hurt her when I lost my temper and attacked her in the hospital the other day. I should have apologized to her. 

 

 

 

Just as I was about to leave the class, Rika’s voice called out from behind me. Frowning, I paused but didn’t turn to her. 

 

 

 

“Scott…” there was a hint of anger in her voice. “I need to talk to you about something very serious.” 

 

 

 

“If you're talking about Camille I am not interested in hearing about her.” I clenched my jaw harder, squeezing my hands into fists. No matter how much my brain tried, I could never accept her. 

 

 

 

“Well, I’m gonna talk about her whether or not you want me to,” she said firmly as she walked in front of me. While glaring at me, she clenched her jaw and crossed her arms over her chest. “I know what you are, you fucking bastard. A heartless, cold-hearted, and self-centered monster. You will never be forgiven for what you did to Camille in the hospital. You don’t fucking know what she has been through, but still you…” she grabbed me by my collar. “You judge her. You believe what your slut girlfriend fed you? Even if she wanted to, she never tried to kill Maura. How could you even think about her so low? I know she’s selfish but she never…” she bit her lower lip to stop herself from speaking further. 

 

 

 

Suddenly, she slouched into the chair, clutching her head between her hands, and broke into tears. “I tore your girlfriend’s dress, not Camille. Even when she tried to stop me, I just couldn’t stop...” she sobbed more loudly. “I didn’t know what the problem was. She has been acting strangely for a few weeks. I thought you scared the crap out of her.” 

 

 

 

“She’s fucking my brother!” I spat and regretted my words when Rika stared at me with a bitter look in her eye. Shit! I should not have said that. “I’m sorry.” 

 

 

 

Snarling, she sprang to her feet and glared at me with her red eyes. “The fuck you are!” she exclaimed before grabbing her bag off the table and storming out. 

 

 

 

As I ran my fingers through my hair, I sighed heavily and thought about Camille. Wasn’t I an asshole? I have to fucking apologize to her. She had done terrible things to me, but in the end, I was not her. 

 

 

 

I dragged my feet toward the parking lot but froze when I heard the soft weeping of a girl. I looked across the hall, finding everything empty. The entire school was empty except for the restroom. Curious, I turned around and headed to the restroom. My feet stopped automatically when I saw a familiar girl crying in front of the mirror. 

 

 

 

My heart ached when Camille cried harder, resting her head against the mirror. Tears kept running down her red cheeks, her hands trembling when she grabbed the faucet. 

 

 

 

I was urged to go inside and pulled her in my arms, but I was unable to do this. With a shaky hand, she turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face. Her nose was red and her lips were swollen. Lazily, she took her bag off the floor and headed towards the door. 

 

 

 

I retraced my steps when she shot her eyes at me with shock. “What are you doing here?” She asked roughly, almost angrily. 

 

 

 

“Why are you crying?” I asked quietly, noticing how vulnerable she was looking. 

 

 

 

“Mind your own business!” She snapped before heading out of the bathroom, but I grasped her arm to stop her. “Take off your fucking hand!” 

 

 

 

“I’m sorry about the other day,” I said, keeping my eyes on her hand. 

 

 

 

“Are you sorry?” She spun around, breathing heavily. “Why? Maura was in the hospital because of me. I tried to kill her, didn’t I? Why are you asking for forgiveness?” 

 

 

 

“Look, Camille…” 

 

 

 

“What!” She cried out. “We can’t change it, Scott. It just happened…” I frowned when she said blankly. “You hurt…” She swallowed hard. “He hurt…” She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. “I want to go home.” 

 

 

 

“Let me give you a ride,” I asked quietly. But she ignored my offer and walked away.

 

 

 

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On that day, I was washing the car when an agonizing scream broke into the house. Leaving everything behind, I ran inside, only to find Mrs. Davidson unconscious. She was lying on white marble and her head was dripping with blood. 

 

 

 

“Mom!” Camille cried out while shaking her mother. Slowly, all the servants of the mansion rushed into the living room and stared in horror at Mrs. Davidson. Without thinking, I approached her and took her in my arms. “Get the car ready,” I said, and Camille jumped on her feet and ran outside.

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