Fifty-Six

Athena

That night, I kept to myself, stewing in my thoughts. Cameron was treading on dangerous grounds carelessly. He hadn’t told me he’d been attacked not once but twice.

I was afraid, and rightfully so. What if something worse happened? What if he got killed, and I was left to carry the guilt for the rest of my life?

The following day, Cameron was trying his best to soothe me. "It's not that serious, baby," he said, sitting beside me on the bed and gently taking my hand. "I get it now. It's a pattern, but I believe there’s a solution. Stop carrying that long face."

“Leave me alone.” I pulled my hand from him, crossing my arms over my chest. "Do you want to die?"

"Of course not,” he chuckled sadly. "Look, you have every right to be concerned. I’m not saying I’m a hundred percent confident, but it’s not as intense as you think."

My anger simmered like a pot of boiling spaghetti, but I said nothing. How else could I convince this stubborn mule that this was a sign for us to break u