Cameron & Andrea Chap. 2, a short story by Juls Stahh. Date added: 2011-12-30. Times viewed: 2309.
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At the end of the arguement, we were in his private jet on our way back to New York City. I hated Manhatten, it brought back so much bad memories. Just the thought of Cameron thinking that I cheated on him, that I broke my promise to him. I was faithful, he just didn't believe me, he didn't trust me.
"You alright?" he asked me. I shook my head, turning my head to look out the window. My hands were on my belly, massaging the baby. "Come on Andrea, I'm doing this for the best."
Still, I ignored him, closing my eyes and trying to sleep this awful trip off. And I did because about an hour later, someone was tapping me softly. I opened my eyes and looked up at Cameron. "We're here." He helped me up and I walked in front of him, getting of the jet and almost tripping, goddamn, it was fucking cold! Cameron held me against him, his lips at my ear. "Be careful." He helped me walk towards the SUV waiting for us, he got me into it and then closed the door, speaking to someone else outside. Then he got into the back seat along with me and his driver drove us to the nice condo that was once ours, now it's only his.
At the apartment, I just walked straight down the hall and into the guest bedroom, closing and locking the door and getting on the bed, tears in my eyes. I put a pillow between my legs, turned to my side and closed my eyes, my heart breaking into many pieces.
When I woke up, I was hungry as hell and I smelled delicious food, or was that my dream? I got up, stretching and walking out the guest bedroom and down into the living room. There at the kitchen, was Ethan and Cameron. My eyes widened as Ethan and Cameron both turned around, I glared at Cameron. "What is he doing here?"
"This is my brother's apartment, I'm welcomed here whenever," Ethan said softly. I shook my head. Tears falling down my eyes.
"I'm leaving," I said, walking out the apartment in only socks. Cameron jumped to grab me back into the apartment. "I can't be in here with him, I can't be no where near him." And before I knew it, I was crying into his chest, one of his hands on my head, holding me against him, the other wrapped around my waist, pulling me more closer. "I can't."
I closed my eyes, hearing Andrea crying against me, she pulled me against her, trying to get more close as she cried out. I looked back at my brother, who had an eyebrow raised. I pointed towards the door. Leave. He understood and walked out, closing the door after him. Andrea continued to cry and I felt my heart break into pieces.
"Andrea, you know I could never watch you in tears," I said in her ear softly. "I'm sorry okay, he's gone, it's only me and you." She backed up, sniffling, looking around. Her beautiful brown eyes were puffy now, from all the crying. "He's gone."
"Why did you bring him here? To torture me?" she asked me, her hands at my chest.
"No, he just appeared, I'm sorry, it won't happen again," I said, looking down at her.
"I can't be near him Cameron," she frowned. "I'm sorry, I can't."
"And you won't, alright, I'll keep him away from you," I said with a kiss to her forehead. "Forgive me." She wiped her tears and looked up at me. "Are you hungry?" She nodded and I pulled her into the kitchen where I sat her at the barstool and she ate the breakfast and the fruit on the side.
My phone rang and it was my mother. I sighed. "Hello?" My eyes were on Andrea as she ate the breakfast, her face fillled with satisfaction.
"Is it true, you brought the tramp back?" my mother asked.
"Mother, do not refer to her as that, she's pregnant with either Ethan or my baby," I said as Andrea looked up, her eyes widening.
"Really? Why didn't she abort it, god," my mother was sometimes a little bitch.
"Mother! Look I cannot speak right now, I'll call you later," I said before ending the call. "Sorry about that."
"She didn't want you to marry me, because you are so rich and in the upper class, I was poor and in the lower class, hell, I still am."
Cameron and I sat at the living room, he turned on the fire and we watched TV together, not speaking, but just enjoying the company of each other and I agree, it felt like old times. After my breakdown because of Ethan, I was a little embarassed, what if I see Ethan again, would I cry like that again? No, I couldn't, I needed to be strong.
The baby kicked and I breathed in, my hands on my belly.
"What happened?" Cameron asked me. I smiled a little.
"She kicked," I said to him.
"Can I feel?" Cameron asked softly. I nodded, grabbing his hand, pulling my shirt up with the other and his warm bare hand touched my belly. The baby kicked again and Cameron's eyes widened. "Oh my." I nodded. "How do you know it's a she?"
"I have a feeling," I smiled, his hand massaging the belly. "What do you think it is?"
"I don't know, but whatever it is, I'll love it," he smiled at me. "Just tell me Andrea, the baby is mine right?" I nodded and he smiled. "How many months are you?"
"I'm six month," I informed him.
"Really?" Cameron asked. "When did you know you were pregnant?" I bit my lip, looking away from him to the fire.
"Uh, I don't think you're ready to know the truth," I informed him. I turned back to look at him, he raised an eyebrow.
"What truth?" he asked me. Would be believe me?
"The truth, about my pregnancy, about your brother, about everything else," I said to him.
"My brother?" he asked. "What do you mean?"
"You didn't believe me once, why would you believe me now?" I asked him. "Never mind, just forget about everything."
"No, tell me, I'll believe you, I promise," he said.
"Why would you believe me? You didn't believe me the first time, for goodness sakes Cameron, I got on my knees, begging you to believe me, your brother assaulted me," I gave a heartless laugh. "And I was so happy to suprise you with my pregnancy test, I was going to make you something nice to eat, that night we would have great sex, we would celebrate my pregnancy."
I listened to her as she continued speaking, my heart skipping alot of beats. "Ethan appeared at the apartment, I had told him you were working, he said he was here to see me, he pushed me against the bed, asking me how much money I would want just to file a divorce against you. I told him, I loved you, you loved me, we were happy, but that his mother didn't want us together, she wanted you to marry your class, with your type of money." I held my breath as I watched her start to cry. Her hands on her belly.
"He pushed me against the bed, ripping my shirt, pulling at my jeans. I told him I would tell you, he told me you wouldn't believe me. He hit me a couple of times and I fought back, I couldn't let him hurt the baby or me," she said, her eyes shedding more tears. "I ran to you, expecting my husband, the love of my life, my best friend to hold me and tell me everything would be okay. I expected you to pull me into your arms and that you'd believe me, no, what you do, broke my heart, believed your brother, wrote a check and kicked me out of your life." I had tears in my eyes as she finished, she was sniffling, whimpering. But I couldn't do anything about it because my body was numb, I couldn't think. My own mother? My own brother? Goddammit, I was blind. For a while, we stood quiet, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. There no words that could describe what I'm feeling right now. I didn't believe her when she came into my office. She told me the whole truth, I didn't believe her.
"Andrea," my voice broke. She looked at me, wiping her tears.
"Don't," she said. "Don't say sorry." She stood up, walking down the hallway and I heard the guest bedroom door close. I brushed my fingers through my hair, letting the tears fall out my eyes. Something I wouldn't have never known could happen to me. I cried like a baby, holding a pillow before I punched the wall, or the floor, or the coffee table. I cried for the rest of the night, my eyes getting puffy and red, my breathing quickening and getting more harshly.
When I woke up the next morning, I walked into the living room and there was Cameron, laying on the couch, his eyes close, his face puffy. He had been crying. I frowned, walking to him. "Cameron." I couldn't bend on my knees but I brushed his hair from his face. "Cameron."
He stirred and looked up. I met his eyes and I could have sworn his eyes got watery. "Cameron, are you okay?"
"I'm sorry," his voice broke like it did last night. "I'm so sorry." I shook my head.
"Don't worry about it, go take a shower and when you'll come out, breakfast will be on the table," I gave him a small smile. I wanted to cry along with him, god my eyes were getting watery just watching him like this. He sat up, looking up at me. He pulled me down and I hugged him tight, my eyes letting the tears fall.
"I'm so sorry Andrea," he said into my ear. "I don't know what to say."
"Don't say anything," I said, pulling his head to me. "It's alright, you know the truth, just know I never betrayed you, never cheated on you." And before I knew it, he kissed me. My eyes closed and I remembered how it felt for him to kiss me. He kissed me soft and rough at the same time. I pulled him closer, although the belly was in between us.
"I'm sorry," Cameron said against my lips. I shook my head, kissing him again. And then we were in his bedroom, and then we were naked and then he made love to me until both of us fell back to sleep, this time, in each other's arms. Finally....
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