His Lethal Love

Present.

Camille POV.

"Get out of here!" When Scott's voice thundered into the room, I froze. He stepped into the room, narrowing his eyes on Kat and Archie, who stood by my side. "Get the fuck out."

"What are you gonna do with her now?" Archie demanded through his clenched teeth.

Scott's eyes narrowed in slit as he stared at him. "This is none of your fucking business!" He spoke sharply with a menacing look.

"You must stop torturing her, Scott. This is not you."

"Do I ask for your suggestion, Garcia?" He snarled.

"You..."

"I said stay fuck out of here!" Scott barked and made all of us flinch.

Archie clenched his fists, glaring at Scott with the same resentment, but he said nothing and left. Kat left me too, which shook me to the core. As Scott's terrifying gaze stayed fixed on me, I gripped the blanket in my hands. "Unfortunately, you're still alive," he sneered, and I blinked at hostility. "Is it possible for me to let you die, Camille Davidson?

"...Let me die before I bleed your heart, Scott Marti..."

"You won't..." he cut me off abruptly and stepped forward, jamming my personal space. I crouched when his hot breath gusted across my head. "There is no turning back. Whatever I give you, you'll have to endure it, Miss Davidson. You'll have to pay back each and every penny you put us through."

"I never meant to kill Samuel," I whispered slowly. "I never wanted to kill him... he was... he was..." My lips trembled, and trauma overtook me as I clutched my head between my hands. "He ra..."

"He what...?!" Scott shouted, causing me a violent jolt. "He what... Camille? Tell me, you never bullied him, you never used him, you never made fun of him, you loved him unconditionally... you didn't take advantage of him..." he breathed out. "Tell me, you were thrashing his heart out of his chest. That night was just a lie... tell me..." he growled in my face, causing me to squeeze my eyes tightly.

"Let me go," I whispered when he grabbed me roughly as if I was nothing more than a thing. "You're scaring me."

"Am I scaring you, sweetheart?" He asked quietly, coming closer. "Are you scared?"

I clutched the sheet, lowering my gaze. "If I tell you the truth, you will never trust me."

"Because you'll always tell lies." Scott let go of me as he stepped back from the bed, his eyes still fixed on me.

I kept my eyes on my hands and tried to get hold of my feelings. Sometimes, I badly wanted to tell him the truth, but I knew he would never trust my words. He would believe what he saw and what his girlfriend said. "You'll hate your brother if you find out the truth," I murmured without looking at him. "He..." I exhaled hard. "He raped me," I muttered while biting my lip and moving my gaze up at him.

A wave of disappointment washed over me when I discovered his spot was empty. My eyes swept the room, looking for him, but he was nowhere in sight.

He had left me.

Broken!

Helpless!

And vulnerable!

*********

"Why is she not recovering, Doc?" I heard Archie ask with annoyance.

"She will need a few weeks to recover," the doctor replied as he checked my pulse rate as I was pretending to sleep. "Is she taking her medication regularly?" he asked.

I could not resist smiling when Kat replied quickly, "Yes, I gave her medicine on time." Poor him, he didn't even know how much I despised medicines and I had been dumping them for a week. I would eat shit rather than take medications. "There have been no changes in her since she was discharged from the hospital." I could feel a confused frown on the doctor's face as he examined my eyes with my eyelids. "If it's going like that, then she might go into a coma." "Jesus Christ!" Kat cried out, and I practically felt his girlish, shocking expression.

"You don't need to panic," the doctor said calmly and turned away from me and I released a sigh of relief when he moved. He had been hovering over me for almost an hour. "Please keep in mind to give her medicine on time,"

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"Sure, Doc," Archie said. "From now on, I'll take care of her medication schedules." His voice was stern as he was looking at Kat.

"Do you think I'm not taking good care of her?" Kat chided.

"I don't trust you, Kat. You're Maura's manager and you..."

"How could you say such a thing..." Kat growled and cut Archie in half. "Camille is my friend, and I would never hurt her. It is you who are untrustworthy, after all, you're Maura's brother..."

"Can you two stop fighting?" the doctor interrupted them. "Don't forget the patient is still here and you're disturbing her."

"I'm sorry, Doc," both men said simultaneously.

"Archie, can you come with me? I need to tell you a few more medicines."

I almost let out an annoying groan.

I was lying on the bed, watching the ceiling blankly. It surprised me to feel a sense of peace alone in the room. The people there did not hurt me, and they did not call me ugly. I've always wanted to become strong, beautiful, and clever like my mother. She had fought her battles and always won. Despite the odds, she always managed to achieve her goals. At the age of sixteen, she got under the skin of a twenty-eight-year-old multi-millionaire, my father. Dad was a tough nut. He never wanted to settle down and get married. However, my mother eventually got him.

I wished she were there for me. I craved her love, her shadow, and her lessons. It didn't matter how terrible a person she was, she would always be my loving mother.

A rumbling in my stomach forced me to sit upright. I wanted to puke as I jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom. Kneeling, I vomited into the toilet bowl. When I threw up again in full force, I could feel my flesh prickling. Closing my eyes, I breathed deeply, feeling my wild heartbeat throbbing against my chest. The doctor said it would take me a couple of weeks to get well. I was still feeling itchy all over my body. Now, my vomit has started again. Thanks to Scott Martinez for his brilliant achievements.

I got to my feet and rinsed my mouth and face with water before heading out. But suddenly, my feet staggered when someone bumped into me and I crashed to the ground. "Shit!" I hissed out angrily when my head hit the toilet seat. I raised my eyes to see the person in front of me but before I could get a glimpse, my forearm was gripped firmly and yanked me up. I was baffled to see Scott standing in front of me with a glass of water. "What are you doing here?" I demanded with gritted teeth and, for a flash of a moment, my vision blurred. I was feeling terribly weak as my entire body was shaking due to weakness. I had been living on glucose for a week and had eaten nothing. The doctor strictly refused to eat anything until I got rid of the nausea.

"Giving you a hand," he said with a smirk and brought the glass to my lips while securing his other arm around my waist. I was feeling awfully good in his muscular body and inhaling his minty, musky, and masculine smell. "You haven't taken medicine yet," he said and shoved tablets in my mouth.

With my flared nostril, I spat tablets right in his face, causing him to pause in shock. "I don't want to take this shit!"

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A chill went through me when I looked into his flammable eyes. "How dare you?" He gripped my arm menacingly.

"Let me go," I breathed and pushed him away from me before darting out of the bathroom, but before I could fly away from him, he snatched my arm and knocked me back against the tiled wall. After my back hit hard against the wall, I yelped in pain. "Are you not satisfied with what you did last week...?"

"I said take your medicines!" He cut me with a sharp edge.

"I won't...!" I protested, trying to break my hand free from his brutal grip.

"I won't let you go unless you take your medicines, Davidson."

"Stop calling me Davidson."

"Do you prefer bitch?"

"Shut up!" I hissed, trying to yank myself free.

"Okay, take your medicine."

"I won't be taking any medicines..." My lips trembled as I cringed at the smell of medicines that left a bitter taste on my tongue. "Let me go."

"If you won't then I'll let you." he stepped forwards, placing his muscular leg between my skinny ones. His solid body pressed against me, making me weak to my knees. A black t-shirt enclosed his large biceps and stretches against his firm chest. When he placed his hands on either side of my head and pressed his nose against mine, my heart flipped over. "Are you going to do it on your own or will I force you?" he asked. "I'm not your puppet, Mr. Martinez." I roared.

"Yes, you fucking are!" he retorted before crushing his lips against mine into a kiss. Before I could understand anything else, I was already starting to melt into him, unable to hold myself back. The way he was kissing me was as if he was trying to destroy my mouth. He was very harsh and sensual at the same time. I greedily pushed back, parting my lips and letting him thrust his tongue inside my mouth.

While my heart grew hungry, I pressed my body tightly against his, tilting my head while his rough lips bruised my mouth and the bristles of his beard scratched my cheeks.

I groaned out in frustration when he withdrew himself, glaring into my eyes. His chest rose and fell rapidly with heavy breathing. "I made you swallow." He smirked before cupping my face again and pressing his tongue against mine.

"Let mu..." I tried to speak, but he nudged me into the wall, kissing me more aggressively. His enormous body pressed against me as he pushed me further into the bathroom. I felt as though his tongue was attempting to pin me like a wrestler. "Scott!" suddenly Maura's voice broke out.