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

Chapter 39

Present

Camille

“Scott!” I gasped to see him in the room as he stood like a statue, gazing at me down. “How did you…” I glanced past him at the window, which was opened. He must have sneaked through the window. 

 

“Shocked?” he scoffed, stepping toward me. “Why are you avoiding me, Cam?” I cringed when he came closer to me. “Answer me?” 

 

“You have been busy these days and I…” I bit into my lower lip, searching for the right words. 

 

“This is not what I am asking,” he said coldly. “Why are you avoiding me?” 

 

“Scott…” I glanced at the door. “Conan will hear us. You must go now.” 

 

“I came here for a talk,” he said, gritting his teeth. “I’m here for you.” 

 

“I don’t want to talk. Now leave!” I hissed and sprang to my feet, glaring into his eyes. “Get the hell away from here before Conan sees us together.” 

 

“So what?” He growled, coming even closer to me and making me step back. “So what if he sees us, Cam?” 

 

“I don’t want him to find you here.” I tried to stop my rapid heartbeat when he hovered over me. He looked so intimidating at that time. 

 

“Really?” he sneered, turning around and heading toward the door. “Let me call him first before we start our conversation.” 

 

“Scott, no!” I rushed to him and blocked his way. “Please, don’t do this…” 

 

“Cam, get out of my way.” He pushed me aside gently and grabbed the knob of the door and was ready to open it. 

 

“Scott!” I grabbed his hand before snatching it away from the knob. “Why can’t you see my happiness? I’ve come here for some peace, and that too you’re taking away from me.” 

 

He sighed and turned to me, staring into my eyes and I saw hurt. “I’m an asshole!” He cursed. “Fucking asshole.” 

 

“Whatever is going on between us, don’t involve Conan.” 

 

“But he is coming between us. He just brought you here…” he said sharply and his eyes burning with anger. “I want to talk to you, Cam.” I said nothing as he continued, “I want to know about that night. I want to know everything about it.” 

 

“What night are you talking about?” I pretended to be confused, which irritated him even more. 

 

“The night when we…” he hesitated. “I want to know the truth, Cam.” He grabbed my shoulders, his gaze softened as he looked into my eyes. “The night we were having sex and you suddenly…” 

 

“I don’t want to talk about that night.” I shook away his hands and turned around so that he couldn’t see my eyes. I felt myself shaking from inside as I clenched my hands into tight fists to stop them from trembling. “Just go, Scott.” 

 

“I said I want to know the truth, Cam,” he said with determination. 

 

I squeezed my eyes, counting my breaths and wishing my panic would not rise. The more he asked, the more panicked I would get. 

 

“I have seen it with my own eyes, Cam,” he said. “It was in there.” 

 

“What was in there?” I asked without turning to him. 

 

“Terror,” he whispered. “When I entered you, you were traumatized. You just… I felt like you were…” his voice shook as he was speaking. “Fuck! I can’t think about that, Cam. I know I’m overthinking. I just can’t think you were…” 

 

Suddenly, my back shook when I broke into a deep cry. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep my voice, but it didn’t work. 

 

 

 

He heard me. 

 

“Cam…” Scott came in front of me and grabbed me by my shoulders gently. “Is it true?” There was fright in his voice. When I didn’t speak. “Cam? Jesus Christ!” 

 

“I don’t want…” I shook my head. “Stop it now!” 

 

“Cam...” I watched Scott’s pained expression as he spoke softly, his breath choking as he made me look at him. “I haven’t slept since that night. I can’t even think about it. Just tell me I’m overthinking. Just tell me I am thinking wrong… I… I…please, Cam.” When I said nothing, he sighed and sat me on the bed before pouring water into a glass and handing it to me. “I won’t leave unless you tell me the truth. I told you I’m here for you and I’m here for the truth.” 

 

“Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom.” I stood up and rushed to the bathroom, but he caught my hand and stopped me. 

 

“You’re a fucking coward, Cam. You’re even scared to tell me the truth.” 

 

I spun around, meeting his gaze bravely. “Trust me, you won’t be able to handle it once I tell you.” 

 

“Tell me now,” he whispered. 

 

“You don’t trust me and you’ll never trust me.” 

 

“Tell me, damn it!” He growled, making me retreat. “Just tell me who he was?” 

 

“He is your br…” 

 

“Camille!!!” Conan knocked on the door harder. 

 

“Leave!” I shoved Scott toward the window. “Fast!” 

 

“I can’t ride my bike,” he said quietly. 

 

“Did you come by bike?” I asked. 

 

“Yeah, I got into an accident.” He raised his hand and showed me his hand, which was wrapped in cotton fabric. It was spotted with blood. 

 

“Camille!!” Conan slammed the door harder. “Open the damn door!”

 

I eyed Scott’s wounded hand and my heart clenched. A small part of me wanted to keep him to myself, but the rest didn’t want him. “Go away!” I hissed, pushing him toward the window roughly. 

 

“I want the truth, Cam. Tell me his name.” There was fury and desperation in his eyes. 

 

I let out a shaky breath and shook my head. “Go away, please.” 

 

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, gazing at me. 

 

“Yes, leave.” 

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