His Lethal Love

Past.

Scott POV.

The rumor spread through the entire school that my nerd brother, Samuel Martinez, was sleeping with Camille Davidson. When I saw Samuel and Camille kissing in the parking lot, my doubt was cleared. Arms around arms, their lips sucking one another. This sight angered me without knowing why. I didn't want my brother to get hurt or end up with something I couldn't bear. I once dreamed of holding Camille in my arms. I always dreamt of being close to her. I liked to listen to her voice. I liked her eyes. When she was angry, I liked it. What I disliked about her was her cruelty. She did what she liked. Her actions were always hurtful.

After being injured, Maura was slowly recovering and would resume classes soon. I would be lying if I told you I wasn't missing her. I missed her, but more than that, I missed Camille Davidson. There was an enormous change in her. Recently, she began behaving unexpectedly, becoming silent and cold. Whenever I looked into her eyes, I found a different aloofness. I wanted to know the reason behind her sudden change. I had hurt her when I lost my temper and attacked her the other day. I should have apologized to her.

Just as I was about to leave the class, Rika's voice called out from behind me. Frowning, I paused but didn't turn to her.

"Scott..." there was a hint of anger in her voice. "I need to talk to you about something very serious."

"I am not interested in hearing about Camille." I clenched my jaw harder, clenching my hands into fists. No matter how much my brain tried, I could never accept her. "Well, I'm gonna talk about her whether or not you want me to," she said firmly as she walked in front of me. While glaring at me, she clenched her jaw and crossed her arms over her chest. "I know what you are, you fucking bastard. A heartless, cold-hearted, and self-centered monster. You will never be forgiven for what you did to Camille in the hospital. You don't fucking know what she has been through, but still you..." she grabbed me by my collar. "You judge her. You believe what your slut girlfriend fed you? Even if she wanted to, she never tried to kill Maura. How could you even think about her so low? I know she's selfish but she never..." she bit her lower lip to stop herself from speaking further. Suddenly, she slouched into the chair, clutching her head between her hands, and broke into tears. "I tore your girlfriend's dress, not Camille. Even when she tried to stop me, I just couldn't stop..." she sobbed more loudly. "I didn't know what the problem was." she cried desperately. "She has been acting strangely for a few weeks. I thought you scared the crap out of her."

"She's fucking my brother!" I spat and regretted my words when Rika stared at me with a bitter look in her eye. Shit! I should not have said that. "I'm sorry."

Snarling, she sprang to her feet and glared at me with her red eyes. "The fuck you are!" she exclaimed before I could retort, before grabbing her bag off the table and storming out.

As I ran my fingers through my hair, I sighed heavily and thought about Camille. Wasn't I an asshole? I have to fucking apologize to her. She had done terrible things to me, but in the end, I was not her.

I dragged my feet toward the parking lot but froze when I heard the soft weeping of a girl. I looked across the hall, finding everything empty. The entire school was empty except for the restroom. Curious, I turned around and headed to the restroom. My feet stopped automatically when I saw a familiar girl crying in front of the mirror.

My heart ached when Camille cried harder, resting her head against the mirror. Tears kept running down her red cheeks, her hands trembling when she grabbed the faucet.

I was urged to go inside and pulled her in my arms, but I was unable to do this. With a shaky hand, she turned on the faucet and splashed water on her face. Her nose was red and her lips were swollen. Lazily, she took her bag off the floor and headed towards the door.

I retraced my steps when she shot her eyes at me with shock. "What are you doing here?" She asked roughly, almost angrily.

"Why are you crying?" I asked quietly, noticing how vulnerable she was looking.

"Mind your own business!" She snapped before heading out of the bathroom, but I grasped her arm to stop her. "Take off your fucking hand!"

"I'm sorry about the other day," I said, keeping my eyes on her hand.

"Are you sorry?" She spun around, breathing heavily. "Why? Maura was in the hospital because of me. I tried to kill her, didn't I? Why are you asking for forgiveness?"

"Look, Camille..."

"What!" She cried out. "We can't change it, Scott. It just happened..." I frowned when she said blankly. "You hurt..." She swallowed hard. "He hurt..." She closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head. "I want to go home." "Let me give you a ride," I asked quietly. But she ignored my offer and walked away.

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On that day, I was washing the car when an agonizing scream broke into the house. Leaving everything behind, I ran inside, only to find Mrs. Davidson unconscious. She was lying on white marble and her head was dripping with blood. "Mom!" Camille cried out while shaking her mother. Slowly, all the servants of the mansion rushed into the living room and stared in horror at Mrs. Davidson. Without thinking, I approached her and took her in my arms. "Get the car ready," I said, and Camille jumped on her feet and ran outside. It broke my heart to see two-year-old Caden playing with his toy and eight-year-old Clarence watching his mother with a puzzled expression. The children had no idea what his mother was suffering through.

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After putting her in the car, I got behind the wheel and headed for the hospital. I checked on Mrs. Davidson at the hospital a few minutes later. She had been taken to the intensive care unit. As I ran my fingers through my hair, I called my father and told him about Mrs. Davidson's condition. His prayers are with her for a speedy recovery.

"Please..." I shot my eyes at Camille when she pleaded with the doctor. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but it seemed bad news.

Approaching her, I glanced at her before looking at the doctor. "What happened?" I asked.

"Where is the patient's spouse?" the doctor asked bluntly.

"He's out of town," I said.

"Before we begin surgery, we need his consent."

My shoulders slumped as I glanced at Camille, whose long face was fixed on the floor. "How much time will she have?"

"A few hours," the doctor said.

"I'll arrange his flight within an hour," I said, and Camille snapped her eyes at me in surprise.

"You better do it right away because it's about the patient's life." The doctor said curtly.

"Do you have any idea what you just said?" Camille chided as soon as the doctor left.

"I'll try to contact your father." I glanced at my phone.

"His phone is not working, how are we supposed to get in touch with him?" she cried. "I have been trying to contact him for hours, but his phone is unanswered."

"I'll give it a try." I entered Lee's number into my phone, then held it up to my ear and listened to the long ring. Lee had worked for Mr. Davidson for over a decade. I had a good relationship with him since I helped him with his car repairs and took care of his three-year-old son, as well as my part-time job as a babysitter.

"Hey, Scott, what's up?" Lee replied as soon as he received my call.

"Where is your boss?" I demanded, sensing nervousness in his breathing.

"What, why?" he stuttered slightly. "He's in a meeting?"

"Is the meeting held in the bar?" I hissed and glanced at Camille, who was watching her mother through the glass window with tears in her eyes.

"Scott..." he swallowed. "He's having fun with a prostitute."

My jaw flexed. "Tell the bastard that his wife is dying in a hospital bed!"

"What!" Lee exclaimed.

"She fell down the stairs and was seriously injured." I frowned when he stopped speaking. I looked at the phone and saw he had already hung up. "Asshole!"

"Can you tell me anything about my father?" Camille asked. Her weak and helpless eyes tore at my heart.

"I spoke with Lee. Your father will be here in a few hours."

"Really?" she blurted out.

It took me a while to give her a nod. I didn't know how long Davidson would take to arrive here. If he didn't show up, would beat the crap out of him with my own fucking hands. "Thank you," she mumbled before turning around and walking off.