Forty-One

Athena

The only feeling I could register was being mastered and conquered. I felt like a weather-beaten roof that had crumbled and collapsed. My heart was bleeding, and my fears were strangling me.

I couldn't even bear to look at Cameron. His back was against the wall, and his eyes were fixed on some point behind me. There was irritation and disinterest in his looks now. I couldn't dare to end things like this.

"Cameron, please," I said, rushing to his side. All I could feel now was regret for not telling him the truth from the onset and saving myself from this heart-wrenching heartbreak.

He hated me now, and I feared he would hate me even more than he loved me. I could taste the resentment. I wanted him to say something, to lash out at me. He deserved to and had every right, but he remained silent.

Mustering courage, I moved forward and reached out a hand to touch his arm, but before I could make contact, he flinched, and his eyes snapped toward me with a warning. "Cameron, please