Two Faced Lover - Episode 24
*** CAMERON'S POV
It took more than several seconds for my brain to analyze every single word that was coming out of Skylar's mouth.
And when I finally do, I blink.
What did she just say? That she got pregnant despite being a virgin? A Virgin as in she had never ever had any sexual inter course with any one?.
And she gave birth through caesarian section? And.. And Sean was diagnosed with hole-in-heart a few months after his birth . Involuntarily, my eyes snap in the boys direction who was thankfully still asleep.
This boy was operated on?
"You don't know anything"
Skylar says with a shake of her head as she leaned against the walk.
Her eyes were no longer filled with anger like it was moments ago.
Instead it was blank, completely devoid of any emotion. She was crumpling. I could see it.
Her walls were crumbling down.
"You don't know anything. Nothing at all. You don't know what I have to do just to survive. You don't know how I go by every single day of my life. You don't know what I need to do just to give my son a roof over his head, a place to school and food to eat. You don't know how I manage to survive
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. The only reason I'm still alive and breathing is my son. He's my only source of strength. And yes, you were saying something about me playing the part of the pathetic single mother who has no family. What do you think? That I will actually be here if I had a family? A real family? A place to call home? No... You wouldn't even catch a whiff of my scent. I lost my parents in a plane crash. I lost both of them on the same day. My extended family members only came for the funeral and then took their share of the property away leaving me penny less and on the streets. I have to survive the hard way. You know absolutely nothing about me. Nothing"
she finishes, her eyes drooping slightly as she begins to walk back to the bed.
Julian was silent.
But I can't remain silent.
Not after everything I've just heard.
I used to think I had a rough past but f*ck it, Skylar's past is much much worse.
I take a step towards and she lifts a hand again.
"Don't come near me.."
she cuts me off coldly.
Reaching the bed, she begins to tap her son until he stirs in his sleep..
"Yes baby. Get up. Get up now son"
"But I really want to sleep mom. Are we going somewhere?"
He rubs his eyes tiredly.
"We are Sean. We are leaving"
My eyes widen
"What Skylar.. The doctor said.."
"Forget about what the doctor said. I know I'm only here because of your guilty conscience. There's no need to worry about what the doctor said. I can take care of myself. I'd rather not spend another second in this house. Come on Sean, get up".
"But mom uncle Cam pronised to play video.. "
"That's enough now Sean!"
She snaps at her son who flinches obviously not used to his mother's harshness.
"Enough. He's not your uncle. And forget about the video games. You can play with Christian. now come on. And do not argue with me do you get that?"
The boy whimpers, biting his lips as he climbs down the bed.
"Skylar you don't have to.."
I try again yet she interrupts me again
"Not another word Mr knight. Do not speak to me ever again. I've overstayed my welcome and it's time I left. Thank you for your hospitality."
She takes another step only to hiss in pain, clutching her side.. It takes every ounce of strength in me not to walk over to her, throw her over my shoulders, drop her back on the bed and tie her up so she doesn't move again.. She's f*cking stubborn.
"Sean grab my phone for me. It's on the bed"
The boy does as he's told and brings the phone to her.
She dials a number on the phone before placing it against her ear.
"Yes Mrs Monroe it's me.. I.. Was wondering if you could call me a cab. I'm actually not familiar with this surroundings so if you could call me a cab and give them directions... What! No you don't have to come pick me up.. Yes... No really its fine.. Okay..Thank you..".
She hangs up and walks back to the bed, proping herself against the headboard.
"Do you still want to sleep while we wait for Mrs Monroe to come pick us up?"
Skylar asks her son who nods immediately, climbing onto the bed and crawling onto her lap. She caresses his hair as he sleeps.
There's too much tension in the room.
I can feel both men's eyes on me.
Determined not to look at either of them, I keep my gaze fixed on Sean's hair as I massage his scalp softly.
Julian hasn't said a single word since my outburst.
He's the last person I want to talk to right now.
I hope Mrs Monroe arrives early.
I don't want to be in this house a minute longer.
Julian's words keep replaying in my mind over and over again.
Sure I don't blame him for suspecting me but to call me names? Talk about my son like that? I can't forget it.
I better leave before everything goes haywire than it already has.
I shut my eyes, memories of the past flashing in my memory like a movie.
I bite my lip, trying to trap the sob threatening to escape yet I fail miserably.. Another sob escapes me.
Another and another.
Before I can stop it, the tears are already flowing.
F*ck! I hate this. I hate being so weak.
The smooth, deep voice calls.
And just like that, I look up gazing into Cameron's brown eyes.. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, a distinct look in his eyes.
"Don't...." I say softly "Don't feel pity for me"
"I don't pity you. I would never.. Its Just... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry"
he runs a hand through his hair. I could literally feel the warmth radiating off him from where he sat.
I wanted to be engulfed in that warmth.
I wanted his arms around me.
I wanted him to hold me make me feel comforted like I was last night.. I wanted to hear him say my name like he does.
No.. I shake my head. Fight it Skylar. Fight it.
You aren't here to mix emotions with a Job.
You did that once and you've already been suspected.
Fight it Skylar.
You don't need him.
You don't. Do I? F*ck I need him.
I throw my arm around him, burying my face in his chest as I cry, harder than I've ever done... Cameron's arms come around me immediately, pulling me to him until we were pressed chest to chest, with no space between us.
I let myself enjoy his warmth, his strong arms making me feel wonderfully cocooned.
I let my self relish in the moment, inhaling his manly scent as much as I can because I know once I leave I wouldn't feel this safe.
"I don't like being weak Cameron. I don't. I don't want to be weak"
I sob clutching onto his shirt.
I feel his arms go to my head, fingers tangling in my hair.
For a split second I thought I felt him kiss my forehead but it was too light.
Too light I almost didn't feel anything.
"You aren't weak Skylar. Crying doesn't make you weak. These tears have been stored up in your body for a long time. Just let it out.. I'm right here"
For some reason, his words brought me peace.
Something I hadn't encountered in a long time.
Right? What's there to lose? After all I've already made my job gone haywire with all these emotions.
There's nothing I can do now.
I can't keep staying here.
I'll just have to tell him the truth about who I really am and then leave.
I'll just have to form a lie to tell Mr park.
Then again, Maybe I wouldn't have to lie anymore.
Once I leave here, it won't be necessary to go back to the mansion right?.
I could just ask Mrs Monroe to take me someplace far away.
Someplace no one knows me.
A place Mr Park won't find me.
I'm not going back there.
I just can't.
I've already failed this mission and I've given up to make matters worse.
Staying here will jeopardize everything.
It will give Julian more chances to figure me out.
Mr Park will just murder me either way. I'm still going to lose either way so it's better I speak up now. Sighing I pull away from Cameron.
"Before I leave, there's something I need to tell you"
"No Skylar. You don't have to tell me anything"
he reaches out to wipe a tear with his thumb and I gasp at the shivers that run down my spine at his touch.
"I have to Cameron. I need to"
Taking a deep breath, I speak up..
"I'm not who you think I am.."
I begin only for my phone to chime loudly with an incoming message.
Muttering an apology I pick up the phone to check.. It doesn't matter how many times I'm interrupted, I'll have to tell him the truth.
I open the message to read, dread filling the pit of my stomach instantly.
My heart sinks as I read the message.
"My dear Skylar. You're such a predictable little thing aren't you?. Did you think I would send you on a mission with taking precaution? Tsk tsk tsk, sorry to interrupt your confession sweetheart. Oh, Before I forget, the woman you work for is on her way to pick you up right? She's with her son too.
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. What's his name? Ah yes Christian. Now, you've got two choices. Either you shut your mouth, stay there like the pretty obedient girl that you are and continue our mission until it's done or, the first bullet from my beautiful gun will be released in Mrs Monroe's head. That's her name right?. And the second bullet, will go straight into her son's chest who's eating chips right now as we speak. Choose wisely, princess. You open your f*cking mouth, and they're dead. I'm sure you're aware of how much of a sharp shooter I am? Damn, it's been while I killed someone. It will be so much fun. Again, choose wisely. Tsk, tsk tsk."
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