Chapter Fifty-four

I was thankful for Cameron and his foresight. Pulling me out of that crowd before they swallowed me whole had saved me. I felt like I was drowning, thrown back in time to when my parents had just died. The way the reporters had swarm methrusting their microphones and cameras in my face, hounding me with questions upon questions, I had no time to think.

I felt like it was going to explode, and then my flash would splutter into their mouths and maybe shut them up for a minute. That was how I felt again today. Helpless, drowning till Cameron came and pulled me out.

“Are you okay?” He asked, gazing down at me with a worried expression. I smiled, more to assure myself than to dismiss the worry that was settling over him.

“I’m fine, Cameron.” I replied. “You don’t have to worry. But thank you for…”I gestured with my head towards the reporters, who had moved on to their next victim. “You know?”

He pulled my arm and hooked it with his. “It's why I’m here, always.” He began to lead us back